I do not own Rizzoli and Isles and I am not making any profit off this smut filled tale.

Rated M for a streaking detective or two.

Southern Saddle-horn

Chapter Two:

Straddling Lessons

After watching multiple videos, and reading numerous instructional articles and by three-fifty, Jane was as prepared as she could possibly be for her horse riding adventure. With a few quick bounces of her office chair, she was on her feet and grabbing her coat.

"Jane…are you ready?" Korsak said, walking up to stand beside her. "I promised my pal that I'd have you out there and ready. Being a rancher, my friend really doesn't have the entire day to devote to teaching you how to be a clutz on a thousand pound animal."

"Thanks. That's so reassuring." Jane huffed and stomped her feet. "For your information, I've been reading practically the entire internet in the last three hours. I now think I can handle this horse riding thing." She stood up straight, her hands going to her trouser pockets as she stared her former partner in the eye in challenge.

"Let's go then." Korsak waved his hand in the air. "Like I said, my buddy really is on a time crunch here."

Jane walked by him, huffing and puffing, her eyes staring at him. "I'm ready here. You're the one flapping your jaw like a broken record." She slipped her gun into her holster as she walked, then at the elevator doors she whirled around and grinned her biggest smile at Korsak. "Giddy-up," she said, punching the button with a hard poke.

Korsak snorted at her sudden enthusiasm. "That's right, parrrdner. Time to saddle 'er up." He stepped through the doors behind Jane and leaned against the wall.

"So, tell me more about this friend of yours? And, how exactly did you know that I was planning to take Maura for a little riding adventure?"

"I am a detective, Jane. I pay attention to details…unlike you." He chuckled at her scowling expression. "Besides, you left the brochure out on your desk for the whole squad to see it. You didn't exactly hide it."

"I didn't know I had to. You're all a bunch of snoopers." Jane crossed her arms as the elevator stopped moving, and the doors opened with a bang.

Korsak wheezed as he kept laughing. After a few gasps, he said, "we're detectives, Jane. It's what we was trained to do."

"That's not the point," she laughed at the absurdity of the conversation. "Why am I defending my actions to you anyways?"

"Because you like me. And I'm helping you to not make a fool of yourself." Korsak followed Jane to the parking garage, taking two steps for her every one. "Slow down," he gasped, his legs and arms pumping.

"You said we had to hurry," she squawked, leaning her hip on the car door and waiting for him to let her in.

He unlocked the car and got in the driver's side. Jane got in the passenger side and promptly fixed her seatbelt into place, then stared at Korsak expectantly. He shook his head as he started to steer them out of the parking garage and toward the 'burbs where the stable was located. The cityscape changed into the freeway and then into pasture land.

Korsak looked over at Jane, taking note of her sucking on her lower lip and her fingers picking at her trouser seam. She was obviously more nervous then she wanted to admit to. He felt the need to put her at ease, so he said, "now Jane, I want you to be very nice to my friend. You will be right?"

"Yeah, yeah. I promise. This friend of yours is doing me a big favor, so why would I scare the pants off him." Jane said, her fingers still picking at her trousers. She looked at Korsak, then down at her bouncing knees.

"Jill is an old acquantice of mine."

"JILL? This friend of yours is a girl," Jane squealed, her fingers no longer picking at her pants but instead clenched into tight fists. "Are you sure this friend knows what she's doing?"

"She's a rancher, Jane. She was practically born on the back of a horse. There is no better lady to teach you the ways of the horse." Korsak nodded. "Yep. I trust Jill with my life."

"Are you sure she's not just trying to influence you for something else?"

"Her wife might have a problem with that, if that was to be the case." Korsak put on his turn signal, wheeling the car off the pavement and onto a gravel road that led up to a huge white ranch-style house.

"Holy crap!" Jane stared out the window with wide eyes at the scope of the ranch set out before her. "This is her ranch you said?"

"It was her daddy's… and my adopted uncle's." Korsak stopped the car, exiting the vehicle with a soft grunt. Jane snapped out of her trance and exited the vehicle, then moving to stand beside Korsak. He turned to look her in the eyes and said softly, "did I mention that she could buy and sell the Fairfields twice over? Nah, musta left that out. Come on, she said to meet her out back in the stables."

"Holy crap," Jane murmured, her feet automatically following Korsak. "What have I gotten myself into now? And what did he mean by 'her wife'?"