Well…yeah so …this. I re read the story and somehow my block dematerialized. I've tried to give it a feel to where you guys can just pick up where they left off. I hope I did the characterizations I started justice as well as the overall feel and tone of the story as a whole. Hope it's not abrupt. Very anxious about it. I hope you enjoy. Be a dear and let me know. Fortunately or un you may have to re read the story as a whole. There will be one more chapter of this story to end it. Thank you. This is not beta'd so mistakes are on me.

Jane sifted through the files on her desk sorting them into a small pile of what needed to be signed and what needed to be actually worked on. She mumbled to herself and knowingly chewed on the end of her pen. Every few minutes it seemed her thoughts wandered, and Maura Isles was the center of them all. They were flashes really of Maura frozen in pleasure; Maura sleeping; and Maura staring at her as if she was the answer to some conundrum. God, I have it worse than I thought.

Jane smirked and decided that she wouldn't have it any other way. Not too long ago, she was floundering, not living, but just tripping through life hoping but not expecting the best. The alcohol could have done her in physically and the many women could have stripped her emotionally. Still, here she was stronger than ever…whole, complete, and so utterly loved. That knowledge alone stirred something so deep in her, and it was impossible to ignore.

Shaking her head to clear it, the words on the paper came in focus again, but not for long because now, she was Maura-centered. Her lips curled into a smile without her permission, but she let it happen anyway.

A shadow fell over her desk.

Jane tried her best to turn the smile into her habitual scowl as she peered upward. Barry Frost's eyes were twinkling knowingly.

"So…" His voice went up an octave on the last painfully extended syllable.

"Yes?" Jane threw her pen on the desk and leaned back in the chair, crossing her arms in the process.

Frost grinned. "Was it as good as it looked like it would be?"

Jane blinked. "What?"

"In my head it looked like it would be really hot."

Jane's mouth opened and closed several times. "Did you…did you just say that out loud?"

His gaze scattered. "Um…yeah?"

After that, it really wasn't that hard to get the scowl back. "Are you sure you want to go with that?" Jan asked menacingly.

Frost looked unsure. "Yes? I guess?" Finally, he threw his hands up and whispered harshly. "Come on Jane! I told you about the bush incident."

Jane could feel her eyebrows shoot to her forehead. "Are you comparing the two?!"

"No! They don't compare. You got some and I didn't. You have to at least throw me a bone here. We're brahs."

"We're what now?"

"Brothas…you know brah?"

"Let me get this straight." Jane leaned forward in her chair beckoning him closer with the crook of her finger. "Since we're brothas, I should throw you a …bone?"

Frost cringed. "When you put it like that it sounds dirty."

"It. Is. Dirty."

"Don't look at it that way. It's just us…sharing."

"Mmm." Jane stared at her partner. I could have fun with this or rip him at least two new assholes. Seeing the eagerness and actual sincerity on his face, Jane made a decision. She beckoned him closer still. "Okay, but don't even hint to Maura that you know."

"I got your back. You know this."

Jane glanced at him and looked away shyly. "We…ah tried, but I-" She shook her head. "I can't believe how forgiving she is. We, uh, tried…" Jane wiped a hand over her face. "I couldn't get it up." She brought her fist to her mouth, hiding trembling lips.

Barry Frost blinked. He opened his mouth and blinked again. Standing to his full height, he glared at her. "You need the kind of help that only Jesus can provide."

Jane met his gaze and howled with laughter.

Korsak picked the perfect moment to arrive. He took his place next to Frost and looked from one to the other. "What the hell is up with her?"

Jane wiped at her eyes. "Would you like a bone too?"

"She's an asshole," Frost muttered. "Did you know that she was an asshole?"

Korsak chuckled. "Fuck, everybody knows that, but what did you do to bring the asshole out?"

"I asked her about sex."

Korsak glanced at Jane then back to Frost again.

Frost sighed. "Sex with Maura."

Korsak sucked in a breath. "Ooh."

"But we talk about sex all the time!"

Jane watched the exchange deciding to stay out of it, but it was amusing nonetheless.

"You sure?" Korsak asked.

"Yeah! I know Maura is sacred, but it's me. We've been through some shit."

"Uh, let me be more specific. Has she actually talked about her sex life with you…seriously or has she just listened to you about yours and you speculating about hers?"

For the fiftieth time, Frost blinked. He sucked in a breath as if he had a lot to say then let it out slowly. "Oh."

Jane smirked.

Korsak patted Frost on the back. "She's not an open book, our Jane. You know her pretty well, but you have to read between the lines."

Frost's brow furrowed. "You ask her then since you know so much."

Jane cleared her throat. "I am sitting right here you know."

Frost shrugged. "Kinda forgot. This is the quietest I've ever seen you."

Rolling her eyes, Jane settled back against her chair.

"I'm not getting in the middle of this. My balls are still retracted from when Mrs. Isles was here." Korsak beamed at them both before strolling away.

Jane peered up at Frost once more and what she saw startled her. He actually looked hurt. Jane sighed. It wouldn't hurt to give a little. "It was an incredible experience, and I know without a doubt where I'm supposed to be."

Frost's grin was genuine. "Does Red know?"

Jane groaned. How could she forget about Addison Montgomery? "I'm sure she sensed some kind of disturbance in the force field around Boston. She is that good."

He chuckled. "Probably." Frost clapped Jane on the shoulder. "Coffee?"

Jane nodded and watched him go. She decided then that he really was the perfect partner. He knew when to give shit, take shit, and when to walk away. Jane shook her head and smiled.

Her cell phone vibrated its way across her desk. A text message flashed.

I should have just let you have me. I can't stop thinking about you anyway.

A hard knot formed in Jane's stomach, robbing her of breath for a few seconds. Enjoying the feeling, she smiled to herself and typed a reply. Funny. I'm doing just fine. Got my desk completely cleared in less than an hour.

Seconds ticked by. Then, Jane's office phone rang. She picked it up without preamble.

"Liar," Maura said. The laughter in her voice was palpable.

Jane chuckled. "Maybe. God, I just feel…I don't really even know how to describe it."

"I know the feeling."

"It's sort of like a really good high."

"Are you referring to drugs?" Maura sounded affronted and amused simultaneously.

"I was in high school ten thousand years ago. Seriously that's what it's like, but we're not going to crash."

"That was actually poetic…in a special Jane way."

"Did it earn me something?" Jane asked.

"Whatever you want."

"Mmm, I want everything."

"We're going to be two very exhausted individuals." Maura said breathlessly.

"Why?"

"I can already tell that I'm going to want you all the time." Maura whispered huskily.

Sucking in a surprised breath, Jane still wasn't prepared for the arousal that slammed into her gut. "Jesus, Maura."

"I know." Maura cleared her throat. "Maybe we need a change of subject?

"That doesn't make me think about bending you over your desk?"

Jane could hear Maura's gasp. "Yes, exactly."

A heated silence lapsed between them.

Jane licked her lips and reached for the cup of coffee that materialized on her desk. "Did you talk to Addison?"

"No, I thought you would have called by now."

Chuckling despite the awareness slithering over her, Jane added, "Really it's like we're on a talk show. There are too many people invested in our sex lives."

"It is rather odd. I'll call her. If it's me, she will probably be less prone to gloating."

"You're kidding right? It's Addison."

"Yes, well, I feel like I owe you a favor for all the hard work you did last night."

Jesus Christ this woman is trying to kill me. "I've barely lifted a finger…yet." Jane countered.

"You were inside me. So, how could you?" Maura's tone was thick, sultry.

For a few seconds, Jane forgot how to breathe. Her mouth went dry. Sweet merciful fuck. "I got the feeling you can take more." The words were out of her mouth before she could think.

"Yes, Suzie. I'll be right with you."

Well, damn. "You have to go?" Jane tried to swallow down the added hoarseness in her voice.

"I do," Maura said apologetically. "But I refuse to be the only one to suffer."

"Suffer?"

"In the most pleasurable way possible."

"Addison wasn't fucking kidding was she?"

"I'll let you draw your own conclusions. I'll see you later."

Before Jane could say another word, the line went dead. She chugged the now cooled coffee.

Her phone vibrated once more.

I love you.

Whatever parts of Jane that were not on fire, melted.

A few hours later, after going over inventory and new test results, Maura found herself, again, alone in her office. Her mind strayed toward Jane, although it didn't have far to go. She was lost hopelessly, utterly. It was strange occurrence to actually experience what she had been running away from. It was a concept that had been pondered over the past month and even more so over the past couple of weeks. Still, she knew it was a fear that had been completely conquered.

It was okay to want.

It was okay to need.

It was okay to be consumed, and all it took was Jane.

Her body knew where it belonged and it screamed for her without hesitation. Maura's heart recited the same story.

It had only been one night, but it had been a night that surpassed all others. All Maura wanted was more. She wasn't ashamed to admit it.

I could have had this all along, but maybe I wasn't ready. Maybe neither one of us were. Time and Addison Montgomery were the catalysts. Maura smiled fondly, knowing that the other doctor's arrogance was going to be at an all time high. However, it was worth it because this was the result, happiness.

Addison told her she needed to live…to allow herself to experience life and she could think of no better way to do it than with Jane by her side.

Maura peered at her cell phone. Without a moment's more hesitation, she picked it up and went to her first contact.

It rang four times.

"There's this thing I was doing, Maura. It's called sleep." Addison answered groggily.

"I'm familiar with it."

"Good. Can you call when I've had enough of it? I don't have anything scheduled until later in the day."

"Why on earth would I want to do that?"

"Snark really? It's too early in the morning for you poor attempts at it."

"Well, considering the company I've been keeping, I should be an expert at it."

Addison chuckled. "You sound more relaxed. That masturbation thing work for you?"

"No, it did not."

"Then-"

There was a noticeable silence.

"Ho-ly shit. You're kidding?!" Addison nearly screamed.

Maura smiled. "Jane was convinced that somehow you'd know."

"I was pillow talk?"

"If that's what it's called."

"Heh, I've affected the lives of so many."

Maura could not help herself. She rolled her eyes. "Yes, you have so much to be proud of."

"Damn straight. Wait…is she in one piece? Better yet, can you walk?"

"Addison!"

"Look, you called me and I have questions."

Maura sighed. Incorrigible. Contentment flowed through her like water.

"Maura? Are you okay?" Addison's voice held sincerity instead of her usual brand of humor.

"I'm—" She felt her forehead crinkle as she searched an extensive vocabulary. "Addison, I—" Maura's chest began to heave.

"As I live and breathe, Maura Isles is speechless."

Maura smiled through the now welcome overload of emotion. "Yes, well, when it involves Jane I think it will be a regular occurrence."

"Yes, I will have to agree with you on that." The happiness in Addison's voice was clear. "I knew you guys could do this. God, now I can breathe easier. I wasn't sure whose ass I was going to kick first if all my work had been for nothing."

"Yes. No more sleepless nights for you."

Addison snorted. "You guys almost restore my hope in all this mushiness…almost. So…"

"Yes?"

"Which Maura did she get?"

"You're horrible."

"That's subterfuge." Addison countered.

"Mmm, is it?"

"You know it."

Addison gasped. "You've been a bad girl. Haven't you Maura?"

Maura bit her lip to keep the grin at bay. "I have no idea to what you're referring."

"Jane must be ready to pop a gasket. This calls for a lot of teasing."

"I say it again. You are horrible."

"You guys love me. I know it. You hugged me. I remember."

Remembering the warmth of the moment, Maura let the smile through and into her voice. "I did."

"I think I may actually get up. I've too much energy to just lie here."

There was the sound of muffled voices and Maura could make out very little except for "helping with that."

"Do we have company?" Maura asked contritely.

Addison sighed. "Yes, we do."

"Do we even know her name?"

"Maura!"

"You act as if it is an unreasonable question."

"I'm offended."

"No you're not." Maura shot back.

Addison laughed. "She's offended then."

"You don't know her name do you?"

"I do so."

"What is it?" Maura asked unperturbed.

"Damn, I think that was my alarm. Tell Jane to expect a barrage of texts and steamy phone calls."

"Addison?"

"Proud of you guys."

"Addison?!"

"Tonya needs me."

There was more muffled conversation.

"Toni."

Maura laughed. "Take care, Addison."

"You too."

Maura shook her head and sent a quick message to Jane. She knows and she's not going to be gentle.

After a few seconds, Jane answered. That woman is quick. She said something about you ruining her morning and she deserves that threesome especially since we know how good it can be.

Maura laughed out loud. I don't share.

Neither do I.

Maura's phone rang.

Before she could utter a word, Jane murmured," I have enough to handle."

"I'm being handled?"

"You know what that means?" Jane sounded incredulous.

"I do."

"Maybe that wasn't the right word. Let's try this. You're mine, and I have no intention of ever being done with you."

Beaming, Maura countered, "Much better." This feeling…these feelings she had no idea it could ever be like this for her. She had felt heavy all her life, but now she felt lighter than air.

"Wasn't it?"

"Lunch?" Jane asked. "I really want to see you."

"I've been distracted. I meant to mention it earlier, but I can't I have a meeting with the Mayor's office to discuss roadblocks in investigation for the forensics office."

"Mmm, fun."

"You could come down now." My door locks. There would be plenty of privacy.

"I could. Couldn't I?" Jane paused. "Are we going to behave if I do?"

"No," Maura answered breathlessly. I don't think I can. Her token resistance this morning had been just that…token.

Jane groaned.

Maura's heart accelerated, and her stomach cramped almost painfully. "Especially when you make sounds of that nature."

"Then maybe you shouldn't tempt me."

"Am I to be punished?" Maura murmured.

"Fuck yes." Jane sounded needy, tortured.

Maura gasped. Arousal grabbed hold and shook her vehemently.

"My God, where did you come from because you're never fucking leaving." Jane continued. "I'll be there-"

Maura could hear voices in the background.

"Shit. Cavanaugh wants to see me. Something about a cold case." Jane's tone was irritable, shaky.

Frustration slathered over Maura. She did her best to swallow it. "You know where I am Jane, unless we get a call."

Maura ended the recorded session and pulled the tarp over a nearly bloodless corpse. She snapped her gloves and removed them in an unhurried fashion, followed by the protective gear. They day had been long and there was still more of it. It was moving at t snail's pace, which Maura was not enjoying at all. Just as they always did her thoughts began to shift toward Jane. A slow smile spread, knowing the detective had to be just as anxious.

There was a loud beep informing Maura that someone had just entered the outer door. She thought nothing of it as she turned to the sink to scrub her hands. A few seconds later, the door to the morgue proper opened. Maura glanced over her shoulder to see a welcome sight.

Jane entered sans her jacket. The gun belt hung low on her hips and dark slacks tapered down legs that seemed to go on forever. Their eyes met and Jane's gaze was blazing in its intensity. Her eyes tracked downward, and Maura could feel it like a heated caress. Arousal that had been barely kept at bay, slithered forward with devastating effect. Oh, God.

Maura gasped.

Jane's gaze remained for a few more seconds, before she walked slowly toward Maura's office. When she entered, she left the door ajar, and Maura watched in fascination and anticipation as the blinds were pulled closed.

Her feet began to move then as her body and heart beckoned. A mere two seconds after entering, Maura found her back against the door with a fully aroused Jane Rizzoli hovering over her.

The office was alive with ragged breathing and heavy with need. The sound of the lock being engaged was loud but somehow erotic.

Their bodies strained against each other. Anticipation filled the air around them, making it nearly impossible to breathe. Jane leaned forward until their foreheads touched. Dark eyes closed briefly. When they opened again, Maura whimpered.

They were coal black.

Maura felt hands skim her hips then lower. She groaned helplessly, as her skirt was lifted and hot hands slid over even hotter flesh. Fingertips snagged the sides of her underwear and yanked. Maura widened her stance, allowing them to fall.

Unable to stay idle, Maura's hand snaked through Jane's hair, freeing the ponytail and allowing riotous curls to billow. Maura's skirt was lifted even higher and naked throbbing flesh was exposed to cool air.

Fingertips skimmed over the pulsing bundle of nerves before trailing down her slit.

Maura threw her head back, moaning. It thumped against the door.

Jane whimpered…no doubt at the wetness she found there…waiting.

Then, without warning, Jane plunged inside.

Maura cried out but the sound was devoured by Jane's mouth.

A hand dug into Jane's scalp while the other sank into her shoulder. Maura wrapped a leg around her as best she could. She had to hang on.

Still swollen and tender from the previous night, it hurt, but the pain was superficial and fleeting. The pleasure that radiated was eternal.

There was no gentleness in this meeting. It was too late for that. Maura felt deliciously taken and reveled in it. Each thrust was harder and deeper than the last.

Twin moans surrounded them.

The click of wet flesh sang out.

Maura did not care about the sounds that fell from her lips. She was being ripped apart and somehow made whole at the same time. Her insides quivered. Her thighs shook, and from somewhere far away she could feel the burn of oblivion threatening to consume her.

She let it come.

As if Jane could read her like a book, two fingers became three.

Thrusts became fast and shallow.

Breathing became a thing of the past as they shared the remaining oxygen between lips.

Maura exploded. Pleasure rolled through her like fire on paper, leaving nothing untouched and everything charred beyond recognition. She sagged against Jane and trembled as electric tendrils racked her. Maura mewled as her already over loaded body continued to misfire.

Long minutes later, Jane withdrew slowly. Maura whimpered and her muscles clenched at the audacity, making Jane groan in response.

Their lips continued to brush and cling and labored breathing continued to heat the air.

Maura reached down between them, tearing into Jane's belt. Impatient fingers ripped at her slacks.

"Maura," Jane husked. "You don't have to."

"Yes…I do." If Maura was going to lose herself, then she was going to make sure Jane was by her side the whole time.

One more to go.