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Lingerie and Re-Con

Chapter 21

The cold evening air hit the agent's face like a blast directly from the Great North, she was so incredibly incensed. Johnson was waiting in the car, illegally parked. She wrenched open the passenger's door, slamming it shut once she was safely inside. He knew her investigative foray had turned like milk left on the counter. When she barked out orders to "Just drive."…he knew enough about her moods to know where to go. In his peripheral vision he noticed how the passing street lights partially illuminated the austerity of her expression and an ache pulsed through his groin. Her wintery approach to sex made him weak and strong, impotent and virile. When she told him, in precise detail, what to do and when to do it, Johnson had to suppress a moan.

As he followed the winding road next to the river, the large overpass came into view and he drove under it into the shadows. Trembling, he kept the car in idle and depressed the emergency brake. Then waited for her…instructions.

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"You're kiddin' me, right?" Jane asked.

Maura was sitting next to her on the bed, hands folded in her lap. Jane was leaning against the pillows, her knee snuggly against the medical examiner's thigh.

Korsak shook his head. "No, but I'm sure Cavanagh will tell you all about it tomorrow. Only, my guess, you'll get the whitewash version."

"So, where did Mazzetti get a gun? She frisked him, I remember that, and didn't find anything."

"She said he reached into her pocket and got one." Korsak's expression was incredulous.

"Okay, say he gets one of her guns…why shoot me first? She's the closet threat."

"He shoved her at the same time he took the gun out of her pocket, throwing her off balance. He shot you but before he could turn it on her, she was able to put a bullet through his head at close range."

"She said he took one of the security guard's guns?"

"Yeah. Was she still holding her piece when you started to holster yours?"

Jane hesitated, stared at the wall. "I don't…remember. What about the panic button? Did you find one?"

Frost answered, "No."

"Maura—"Jane suddenly turned, urgency in her voice.

"The FBI usurped the autopsy and crime scene evidence." When disappointment peppered their faces, Maura graced them with a small smile. "But I did manage to obtain pictures of his head wound, with a trajectory wand. There are gunpowder and muzzle burns on the wound site."

"She had the muzzle pressed against his head?" Frost asked.

"Yes." Maura answered. "Agent Blake lied."

"There's no way she would have been able to get that close if she was shoved back." Jane said what everyone was thinking. "We keep this to ourselves for now. Maura, where are the pictures? Does anyone else know about them?"

A stricken look marred her features. "Susie Chang. They're in my car."

"Maura, I need you to get in touch with her and make sure she doesn't talk about it to anyone. If she already did, find out who, okay?"

Korsak ventured, "You know she's covered her tracks. Going to Cavanaugh with the liaison isn't protocol."

"She came here to see what we knew!" Jane breathed.

Maura returned to the bed, slipping her phone back into her purse. "I left Susie a message and told her to call me."

"We'll come by first thing in the morning—"

"Thanks, Korsak, but I need to head back to my place and clean up."

"I'll bring you a change of clothes." Maura stated.

"You have to be here at six in the morning."

The medical examiner's expression held little patience. "As if I've never gotten up so early?"

"Korsak, we need to dig up whatever we can on Delaberti and Mazzetti, see what other connections they have besides the drugs. Was there a reason Blake would want him dead?" Jane spoke as she stood.

"Alright, we're gonna head out." Korsak announced.

Farewells and hugs were exchanged. Frost earnestly murmured words of gratitude in Jane's ear. Korsak shuffled his feet, eyes a little shiny. Maura graciously ushered them out but stopped at the door, looking over her shoulder at Jane.

"I'll be right back. I just want to speak with the nurses on duty, okay?"

The detective lifted her eyebrows but didn't comment. She went through the room tidying up, nervous energy racing up and down her limbs. The lingerie box had been tucked under the duffel bag. Jane's smile curved in a sexy line. Although her chest and head still hurt to varying degrees, it wasn't enough to dull the need between her legs. Their earlier escapade ran through her mind and the fact that they were finally alone sank in. Immediately she flicked open the box, her long fingers threading through the soft scraps of material.

Maura walked in then leaned against the door, crossing her arms. "I don't need to imagine what you're thinking, Jane, it's written all over your face."

"Mmmhmm…" She sat on the bed, patting the mattress. "Why don't you take a load off?"

The coy smile on Jane's face invited, promised.

Tilting her head to the side, Maura throatily revealed, "I spoke to the nurses…" Slowly she pushed away from the door, unfolded her arms and moved forward. Jane's eyes hungrily alit upon the tantalizing sight of Maura in motion. The way her hips rolled with each step, how her green eyes sparkled with intimate knowledge and the all too brief appearance of her tongue wetting her full lips were images that sank deeply into Jane.

"…that, uh, sounds…promising?" The brunette murmured, swinging the cupless bra like a pendulum.

Maura's look never wavered nor dimmed. Her fingers weaved through the black tresses, cradling the back of Jane's head. Maura pulled the brunette toward her and claimed her mouth.

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The next morning the medical examiner returned at precisely six o'clock in the morning, coffee in hand. Still abed, curled up on her side, Jane slept through the door creaking open as a shaft of light fell across the bed. Quietly Maura set the cups down, careful not to jostle them. The darkness hid the finer details of Jane's face but the blonde could make out the sharp brow, straight nose and pliant curve of lips. A warmth seeped from her chest into her stomach. It felt like a torch had been lit from within. Hope infused every tingling atom, each of piece erroneous emotional baggage she owned.

Tentatively her hand reached out, fingertips gently stroking an errant, black tendril. She's so beautiful. Maura swallowed the lump in her throat and leaned in, brushing her lips against a cool cheek.

"Come back to bed." Jane mumbled, her hand blindly reaching behind her for the other woman.

"Time to wake up, Jane."

Groaning, the brunette frowned, eyes tightly closed, nose wrinkled. "Shit."

"Get up. I've got some clothes for you."

Jane flipped over. "Mmmm, I like when you take them off better."

"You still need to process out as well." The blonde said as she turned on a light.

With a grunt and wince Jane flung the sheet back, swinging her legs over the edge.

"I've got some toiletries here." A small Jansport backpack dangled from her outstretched hand.

"Let me see first."

The questioning look Maura shot her was endearingly innocent.

Jane's hands spanned her waist, pulling her into a loose embrace. She whispered in the medical examiner's ear, "The…lingerie."

Instantaneously a blush flooded Maura's face and neck. Despite the embarrassment, she took Jane's hand and placed it on her ass, then guided their hands down the slope, down the side of her thigh to the slit of her skirt. Jane's fingers nudged under the sleek material, up the last inches of nylon stocking until they reached the thin garter belt. The gasp propelled from her mouth sounded a little pain-stricken but Jane recovered enough to further hike up Maura's skirt.

Their lips met, softness and heat meeting as tongues slid against one another. Jane's thumb traced the lacy edge of the G-string. A deep moan resounded in the brunette's chest. Maura's hands entangled in black hair, her head slanting more to the side in order to get closer, to deepen the kiss. Before it reached the limits of her control, Jane slowly ended the kiss, grudgingly removing her hand from beneath the rumpled skirt.

"That…that is going to stay with me…all day." Maura whispered.

"Mmmhmm."