First off, I'd just like to thank you all for your patience and support! Especially for those of you who stuck it out to discover that I am indeed aware that Maura's eyes are hazel and not blue. I was also overjoyed that some of you broke through your aversion to film crossovers. I've tried to make this one as classy as possible. I enjoy writing for this wonderful fandom, and you make me want to become a better writer. Please R&R!

Chapter 4

The water from the luxurious, steaming hot shower trailed down Maura's body. With eyes closed, she tilted her head back, letting the drops consume her. But nothing could possibly wash away the feeling of ecstasy that still buzzed at the tips of her fingers and toes.

Jane's tongue was magic. Her first strokes into her aching core had been so tentative – how could she be a professional? Someone who did this everyday couldn't possibly be taking such care to pleasure her. To explore her like she was a rare delicacy that Jane had yet to taste. But she had. In fact, she had been perfect. Maura had been right to hypothesize that Jane might be the best she'd ever had, and it was more than worth the hives that came with her guess. The woman she had known for less than 24 hours would now be impossible to forget. There would be no escaping the vivid memories that now flooded back to her as the water rained down.

"Oh Jane…yes…"

Her tongue that had previously been barely skimming Maura with its tip flattened, covering her and committing fully to its mission.

"Ungh….Jane…."

So close.

"Cum for me, Maura."

Panting.

Screaming.

Writhing.

Ectasy.

"…Jane."

Maura shut the shower off. Their first tryst had been unbelievably amazing, but Maura knew there was something there behind the sex. She felt it. She only hoped that Jane had felt it too. What they had found together couldn't be over just like that. Not yet. In the morning, she'd have to find a way to convince her to stay, but how? Prostitutes had a living to make and lives to return to. Though some people certainly think otherwise, Maura considered those people extremely judgmental. Jane is certainly a civilized human being. In fact, she had a distinct feeling that at heart, she and Jane were very similar.

The idea came to her just as she shut the door to the bathroom and saw the beautiful woman sleeping soundly, sprawled out on the king size bed. As she gently swept a curly raven lock away from Jane's peaceful face, Maura could only hold on to a shred of hope that her plan would work.

~LT~

"Well mother it's really not official yet. There's still a lot of – Yes. Of course I know that…"

Jane's eyes opened abruptly. There were no springs from the mattress poking out and declaring war on her aching back, and someone else was on the phone with their mother too early in the morning for once. "Where the hell am I?"

Then her dull headache reminded her. That would be Dr. Maura Isles in the other room of the hotel, apparently on the phone with her mother. And Jane had slept with her last night.

"Oh my God…"

She pulled the covers up over her head and groaned, dealing with the fact that those little creeps and their rumor spewing back in school had hit the nail on the head. She might as well just say it.

"Hi, I'm Jane Rizzoli and I'm a…"

She couldn't. She quickly tried to think of the hottest man she ever wanted to see naked. Okay, uh…

Casey Jones!

….

He's sexy, right? And penises aren't… that weird. But immediately the sounds of Maura panting and screaming out her name infiltrated her mind and it was all over. Jane had sex with Maura, and she hadn't just enjoyed it a little. She had loved every minute of it. And somehow, she wasn't at all ashamed. If being with a fucking hot woman made you a lesbian, so be it. If wanting to get to know her even better than she felt like she already did subjected her to ridicule of any kind, she'd just have to kick some ass. Because Maura was worth it, and Jane couldn't wait to see her beautiful face again.

After finding a fluffy white bathrobe hanging on the bathroom door, Jane quickly put it on and slipped into the next room. Maura was still on the phone wearing a silky black half kimono, and even though she didn't look up, Jane could tell by her smile that she knew she was there.

"I know. Mother I told you, I'll call him back soon. Don't you have a walk-through for the new gallery today? Right. Yes, I'll talk to you then. Oh, and by the way, about Dad's car…"

Jane could hear what sounded like squawking on the other end of the call.

Maura beamed as she stated proudly, "It corners like it's on rails." She hung up and looked up from the breakfast table at Jane like she was a little girl who had just successfully completed her first phone call. Jane figured that Maura must not be used to being snarky to her mother, but she smirked at the thought of her new friend remembering her line from the night before.

"Good morning, Jane. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. I was just on the phone with my mother."

"Hey. No worries, I know how that goes." Suddenly Jane noticed that the table before her was completely covered with every breakfast food imaginable. "What's all this?"

Maura looked confused before following Jane's gesture down to the table. "Oh, I took the liberty of ordering everything on the menu. I didn't know what you would like."

"Oh wow…thanks, Maur!" Jane could get used to this woman.

Maura smiled at her new nickname – she had never had one that wasn't derogatory – and watched in delight as Jane picked up a croissant and began eating it rather savagely. Maura put up the newspaper she had been reading to hide her quiet laughter, and cleared her throat before inquiring, "Did you sleep well?"

"Too good," Jane replied, barely between bites. "I forgot where I was."

"Occupational hazard?" Maura quipped as she peered over her newspaper, flirting with the radiant brunette.

Jane let out a low giggle and couldn't help but notice how sexy Maura's morning look was. She was killing her with those eyes.

"Actually your testimony follows with current research concerning rest periods," Maura said. "Judging by the time a person goes to sleep and the time they wake up, physicians are now able to determine exactly what REM cycle they've completed. With the cycles you completed, I'd say you're set to have a great day."

Jane's chewing had slowed down during the first lesson of the morning. What the hell was it about this woman? Jane usually hated know-it-alls, and even though she might not find every one of Maura's fun facts compelling, the woman herself was irresistible. She couldn't stop listening if she wanted to. But because she didn't really have an intelligent response to Maura's schpiel, she let her awkwardness get the best of her. The next thing she knew, Jane had turned around and sat smack dab in the middle of the table, taking her croissant with her.

Maura was in shock. At any breakfast she had ever been a part of, Jane's attempt at playfulness and free reign would result in a catastrophe. She contemplated scolding her, or rather politely suggesting that she return to her chair, but Maura found herself closing her mouth again. What was wrong with a little disorder sometimes? Besides, Jane was now clearly enjoying a generous view of Maura's cleavage where her silk kimono fell open only slightly. Maura felt herself blush, but in an effort to keep Jane's attention, she rolled her shoulders, letting the silk barrier separate even more.

Jane was only vaguely aware that if she kept staring, she would surely drool all over the nice white tablecloth. She had to at least pretend that her mind was elsewhere. "Uhmm…" she tried, "So…do you have like…a billion dollars?"

Christ. Way to win insult of the year, Rizzoli.

Maura blinked a few times to process the question before the corner of her mouth began to form a smile. She was so attracted to Jane's forwardness. No one in her inner circle would ever dream of asking such a question. But why would they? Everyone there knew how much everyone else was worth. It was like a shark tank. But still, it was fascinating that Jane could possibly think she was a billionaire.

"I've done well so far, Jane, and while I do come from a wealthy family, we are certainly not billionaires."

"Shit. I'm sorry Maura. My big mouth…I shouldn't have – "

"Please, don't apologize. I find your inquiries fascinating. It's rare that I find myself in a conversation with someone honest enough to speak their mind."

She thinks I'm honest? And here I am an undercover hooker on her dining room table… Maybe she's just being nice. Jane thought she'd be better off just changing the subject and hoping Maura would forget all about her blunder.

"So, how far did you go in school?"

"I went all the way." Maura flashed her best suggestive smile. She wasn't above using innuendo if it meant possibly getting Jane to stay.

Jane didn't quite know how to deal with that one. Maybe she had used all of her good lines up last night. So instead she did her best to reply suggestively with her eyes before turning wistful. "Your folks must be really proud, huh?"

Jane watched sadness infect Maura like poison, and she immediately regretted mentioning her parents. Apparently Maura's home life hadn't exactly been what she assumed it was.

"One would think so," Maura replied sullenly. She wanted so desperately for the typical assumption people made about her family life to be true. Just once.

Jane would have given anything if she could have taken away the weight of Maura's sadness and made her smile again like she had early this morning and so many times last night. But she didn't know how to comfort her yet. She could only hope that she would have the opportunity to learn. All she could do right now is stall a little bit longer. She crept up behind Maura's chair, placing both hands on the smaller woman's shoulders and leaning down next to her ear, shocking her back to reality.

Maura could feel herself stiffening, and her neck was tingling inches from where Jane's face hovered beside her.

"Mind if I take a swim in your tub before I go?" Jane husked. She knew she must be driving Maura wild, but she was also quite serious. Jane felt as dirty as the streets she'd walked last night, and she undoubtedly smelled a little like Rondo.

Maura felt her head turn, and she was nose to nose with Jane when she said, "Stay in the shallow end." Her hazel eyes were zeroing in on Jane's lips, weighing the costs of attempting to capture them with her own, but before she could decide, Jane was sauntering off to the master bathroom, untying her robe as she went.

Jane exhaled when she reached the hallway. Why hadn't she allowed Maura to kiss her? Maybe that would have sealed the deal. She had already fed Korsak an alibi for herself that she could potentially stretch for the entire week. Now all she needed was for Maura to ask her to stay. Maybe the kiss would have done it – or maybe it would have scared her away. All she could do now was take a bath a pray for a miracle.

That's when she saw the iPod on the dock in the bathroom. When she searched and found earbuds in a little compartment on the dock, she suddenly became ten times more excited about this bath.

~LT~

Many moments had passed while Maura finished getting herself ready for her first visit at the precinct. When Maura's phone rang again, it rudely snapped her out of her meditation with the running water in the other room. She had been contemplating whether or not her plan was such a good one, and if she was in fact going to go through with it, how it would be best to execute it. But evidently her mother hadn't said enough the first time she called.

"Hello?"

"Maura!"

"Yes, mother?"

"Well, needless to say your father nearly had a stroke over the car situation, but I told him to just settle down and buy a new one. Then he went on and on about limited editions and – "

"I'll have it sent over today, mother. As I've said before, I really just needed some air and I had some paperwork to go over before my meeting today. I apologize for leaving so hastily."

"Well, in my opinion, the car is neither here nor there. What's important to consider is all of these dinner meetings you'll be attending in downtown Boston. Do you have a date lined up?"

Maura winced, closing her eyes. Dating - yet another area in which she generally disappointed her mother. "Well, it's really only one dinner. And I'm not so sure it's really an event that requires that one bring a date. This is business, mother."

"Dating is rather like a business, Maura. You have to keep it up or else you'll find you've been beaten out by the competition."

Maura felt those words like a jab in the pit of her stomach. Long ago she had resigned herself to the fact that she'd never be able to make her mother happy in any sense of the word, no matter what choices she made in life. But that didn't mean her remarks weren't painful. Maura suddenly felt the need to be near Jane.

"You know," Constance continued, "I could set you up with someone. I do know some very nice men…"

Maura was making her way down the hallway now, a strange sound pervading her senses. She could feel herself becoming bolder as she grew even closer to Jane, and she heard herself reply to Constance, "No you don't."

She could only assume her mother gasped on the other end, but Maura was too busy trying to decipher the strange noise as she quietly pushed the bathroom door open to find Jane lying back in the tub, eyes shut and earbuds in her ears attached to what was presumably Maura's iPod. Apparently, Jane had also discovered the complimentary bubble bath. Normally Maura would have been worried about the possible irritation commonly caused by surfactants in the bubble bath solution, but Jane was just so adorable. She wasn't even phased by the fact that Jane felt open enough to use Maura's things without asking. Once again, something that probably should have offended her was totally endearing, but only because Jane was doing it.

Maura could now hear at least some of the words Jane was attempting to sing, and as she recognized the song, her mouth curved into a smile as she enjoyed the spectacle before her a little too much.

"I just want your extra time and your…kiss!"

In the pause, Jane had actually made kissing sounds, like in the Prince classic. It was all Maura could do to stifle her giggles.

"MAURA! For God's sake, is there someone else there?"

Oh no. She completely forgot her mother was still on the line.

"Uh, yes. Sorry mother. Housekeeping is singing." She just couldn't stop staring at the water glistening off of Jane's flawless Mediterranean complexion.

"How revolting. But if none of my perfectly wonderful options seem to please you, I could always have Ian flown in for your dinner this evening. Money is no object when it comes to a promising date."

Jane's singing was now becoming more like screeching, but Maura was loving every minute of it. She came closer to the Jacuzzi and sat down on the edge. Suddenly, her decision was clearer than ever, and she made a final statement to get rid of her mother for good.

"That's nice, mother. But I can handle my own dates. As a matter of fact, I already have one." She hung up before giving her mother time to erupt. If Jane would let her, Maura would be content to stare at her like this all day long, and she was sure her facial expression made that perfectly clear.

Jane felt her blood go cold. Someone was staring at her. Her eyes popped open, just as her voice began to trail off mid-verse.

"You just leave it all up to me…."

Maura smiled sweetly at her, congratulating her on the performance.

Jane wasn't sure what to say, so this is what came out, "Don't you just love Prince…"

"More than life itself," Maura replied, staring into Jane's dark eyes. Her look made Jane wonder if she really was talking about Prince.

"Don't you knock?" The brunette asked somewhat defensively. She wasn't exactly comfortable with all this attention while she was floating naked under rapidly diluting bubbles.

Maura was afraid that if she didn't say what she needed to say, she'd never find the courage again. So, she steeled herself and began, "Jane, I have a business proposition for you. I'm going to be in town until Sunday, and I want you to spend the week with me."

Jane's eyebrows shot up. She couldn't believe that Maura had just placed the solution to her problem right within her grasp.

The honey blonde continued, "I will pay you to be at my beck and call."

That part sent shivers down Jane's spine. "Wait…you want me? But Maura, you're a rich, beautiful woman. You could get a million girls free."

Maura's smile faded a little. Apparently Jane didn't get how she felt about her just yet. "I want a professional. I don't need any romantic hassles this week."

Huh, Jane thought, so this really is just business. Her heart sank slightly before she snapped back to life. She was supposed to be doing business too.

Think like Kit.

"So you want six full nights…days too…$4000."

Jane expected Maura to break her poker face, but no such luck. Was $4000 too much? Shit. She was in waaaay over her head.

Maura could feel a devilish smile creep in behind her killer poker face – it was very useful when playing chess matches. She loved negotiating. "Six nights at $300 is $1800, Jane."

"You want days too!" Honestly, this woman… "Okay, okay…$3000?"

"Done."

The pressure of the last few moments coupled with the idea of spending the week with Maura made Jane so happy that she had an involuntary outburst.

"Holy SHIT!" She was giggling when she disappeared under the water, and Maura found herself giggling again along with her new companion.

When Jane didn't resurface immediately, Maura leaned down next to the water to shout, "Jane? Is that a yes?"

Jane popped up covered in suds, narrowly missing Maura's nose. The doctor jumped back just in time to miss Jane spitting bubbles as she replied, sealing the deal.

"Yes!"

~LT~

"So I've left some money in an envelope there on the desk for you. You'll need to spend the day shopping for a dress to wear to dinner tonight."

Jane groaned. "I hate shopping…"

Maura turned around to glare at Jane, picking her purse up from the couch.

"Fine," Jane grumbled. "What's the dinner for?"

"We'll be going to dinner with Lieutenant Cavanaugh and Detective Korsak from the precinct to –"

Jane was choking on the ice water she had just picked up from the breakfast table. Great. Perhaps it would be best to put it down until Maura left.

"Jane? Is there something wrong?"

"No, I'm good. So what am I looking for on this blessed shopping trip?"

Maura decided to let that sarcastic remark lie. "Something elegant."

"Elegant…right. Can I call you Dr. Smartypants?"

"Not if you expect me to answer," Maura replied without turning around to look at her. Those were the types of nicknames she detested.

Jane bit her bottom lip and fidgeted, standing in her bathrobe. Korsak was going to freak when he saw her in a dress for the first time. Was she sure Maura was really worth all this? Then Jane caught sight of Maura checking her hair at the mirror in the foyer, reaching in her bag for a tube of lipstick that she leaned forward to apply. Her blouse underneath her suit jacket left little to the imagination.

Jane felt the temperature rise about twenty degrees. Yep. Still worth it.

Maura pressed her lips together, closing the tube with a snap. She turned toward the door, checking for her key in her purse.

"You know…" Jane began, sidling up beside the blonde, nearly straddling her right leg as she continued, "I would have stayed for $2000."

Maura turned abruptly, desire glinting in her eyes. "I would have paid four. But I've got to go. I'm almost late."

Jane wasn't sure if it was her giddiness at the prospect of the upcoming week, or if these horribly cheesy lines were just here to stay, but her next sentence came out without a warning. "Baby, I'm gonna treat you so nice, you're never gonna wanna let me go."

Wow, was that a line from an 80s song? If it wasn't, it should be.

Maura felt her eyes lock with Jane's. She couldn't help but feel that Jane was right, but on Monday, she had to move on with her life. She was needed elsewhere, and Jane's life would go on without her.

"$3000, for six days, and Jane – I will let you go." As Maura closed the door behind her, she hoped that those words didn't sting Jane like they had her. But how could they? To Jane, Maura was probably just another trick.

Jane watched the door close, Maura's last three words echoing in her ears. Jesus, why did they sting so bad? Maybe because it sure sounded like Maura already intended to turn down the job at the BPD. But how could that be? She had been so excited about it last night. Something was up, and Jane had one week to solve her first case and convince this extraordinary woman to stay in Boston.

But first, she had to make a few calls.

Grabbing her phone out of her robe pocket, she bypassed two more missed calls from her Ma to search for Kit in her contacts. Korsak would be next, so that Cavanaugh wouldn't be blindsided when he arrived at the restaurant later. Jane could only hope he would go along with all of this.

Jane realized that Kit probably wasn't awake yet, but this was urgent. After four rings, a voice on the other line screeched, "MA?"

"Nah, Kit. It's me, Rizzoli."

"Jane! Thank God. What the hell happened to you last night?"

"What, Korsak didn't call you?"

"Well, I dunnow…I mean he mighta tried, but I was…I had to party, ya know?"

Jane smirked. "Yeah, yeah. Well listen up: I'm in Maura's hotel suite at the Four Seasons. Her bathroom is bigger than Laurel's!"

"Bullshit!"

"Yeah, and here's the best part – she asked me to stay the week with her."

"Whoa. Jane…are you sure that's a good idea?"

Jane peered through the blinds and down several stories to the street below. She thought she caught a glimpse of the gorgeous doctor disappearing into a cab. "No. I'm not sure at all. But what I do know is that Cavanaugh's right. We have to convince her to stay."

"Okay…I'm sensing some deeper feelings here, but I'll stop twisting your arm. Wish I could do more to help, kid."

"Ah, but here's where you come in…" Jane was sifting through the bills in the envelope. She found a short note that read:

Jane ~

This should take care of the $300 for last night. I've also included more than enough for an elegant dinner ensemble. I look forward to seeing you this evening.

Maura

Jane smiled slightly. She looked forward to seeing Maura too.

"…where do I go to buy nice clothes downtown?"

"In Boston?" Kit snickered, undoubtedly thinking that a lifelong local like Jane should totally know the answer to this question. But, as someone who never ventured much farther than the clearance bin at Macy's, she was a little desperate. Sensing her seriousness, Kit sighed and answered, "Copley Place, baby!"