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"Jane?" Maura called out as she followed Jane into her apartment, closing the door behind her.

"I'll get you a towel," Jane replied bitterly, and without looking in Maura's direction she walked off down the hall.

Returning with two towels, she tossed one at a stunned Maura and continued to the lounge room to dry herself properly.

"Did I miss something?" Maura eventually asked, unable to hide her confusion. One minute they were arguing about a simple misunderstanding, then they were playing and laughing in the rain, and now Jane was back to being standoffish with her.

"Yea, you missed the part where friends are supposed to stick up for each other and not join in when tossers like Crowe are making fun of their best friend," Jane bit back sarcastically.

"Jane, I have already apologised for that," Maura pleaded. "And I wasn't 'joining in', Jane. I would never make fun of you!"

"Sure sounded like it to me," Jane replied as she finished drying off and picked up Maura's keys from the coffee table. "Here's your keys," she stated as she walked past Maura towards her bedroom.

Maura watched as Jane walked into her bedroom and closed the door behind her, essentially ending the conversation. She thought back to what had transpired in the morgue earlier that day.

Maura was performing an autopsy with Detective Crowe and his partner hovering in the corner of the room waiting on results. Maura was paying no attention to them, concentrating only on her work, when she overheard them speak her best friends name, followed by a nickname she picked up when she was younger – Rolly Polly Rizzoli.

"Detective Crowe, it would be in your best interest to never utter those words again, especially around me," Maura stated firmly, not looking up from her autopsy.

Detective Crowe walked around the autopsy table to stand on the opposite side of Maura, before making his apologies.

"I apologise doc," Detective Crowe replied before glancing at his partner with a smirk.

"I appreciate that, Detective Crowe," Maura replied, still concentrating on her work. "Besides, Jane was by no means over weight and did not even eat much Cannoli. It's absurd to even give her a nickname like… Rolly Polly Rizzoli."

"Ha, that's even funnier," Crowe childishly responded with a laugh, elbowing his partner to join in, "Rolly Polly Rizzoli eats Cannoli."

"I've heard them call her 'Frog Face' too," Crowes partner chimed in with a grin.

Maura stood up straight from her autopsy, her face stern, and was about to go to her friends defence when she watched the smile of both Detective Crowe and his partner fall as they looked with fear towards the morgue door behind Maura. Maura turned to see a hurt and angry Jane Rizzoli standing behind her.

"Really, Maur?" Jane asked heatedly, "I mean, I expected it from that jerk, but…" Jane sighed, unable to believe what she had just walked in on.

"What?" Maura replied, confused, looking between the two detectives and Jane. "Wait… Jane!" Maura called out as she watch Jane turn and walk away.

Maura was standing in the doorway to Janes' apartment, now towel dry, and still very unsure about what Jane was so angry about. Was she making fun of Jane? She didn't think she was, but maybe she was and didn't realise. The fact that Jane wasn't wanting to discuss it was also making her quite angry. She had apologised for upsetting Jane, but was honestly unsure about what it was that upset her so much. What she did know was that the longer this went on, the worse she would feel.

With determination she strode to Janes' bedroom door, determined to solve this once and for all.

"Jane," Maura began, walking straight in to Janes' bedroom without hesitation, "I don't know what you're so upset about, but we need to…" Mauras' voice stilled when she finally looked up to see an almost naked Jane, topless with her pants around her ankles, standing by her bed.

"Wha… Maura!" Jane exclaimed, bringing her hands up to cover her breasts before realising she had her pants around her ankles. Looking down at her pants, she was contemplating whether to try to pull them up, or to keep her hands over her chest. When she looked up to admonish Maura for barging in, her anger faulted at the expression on Maura's face.

Maura was unable to move. Her hand remained on the door handle, but her eyes were roaming not so subtly over Janes' body. Her long tanned legs that went on forever. The surprisingly sexy black, lacy underwear that sat where those long lets met. Her flat, toned abdominal muscles. Her (now covered) glorious breasts.

Jane noticed the look of arousal in Maura's eyes as they roamed over her body. As they locked eyes, however, the look of arousal became a look of fear.

"Maura?" Jane questioned.

"What? Yes, god, I'm sorry," Maura replied before swiftly turning around to regain her composure.

After a few deep breathes and a slight shake of her head, Maura got back to her point.

"We are still going to talk about this," Maura stated, still standing at the door holding its' handle, but now facing away from a naked Jane.

"Do you think maybe we could discuss it, oh I don't know, when I'm not naked?" Jane replied in a huff.

"Yes, sorry. I'll wait out here," Maura replied before closing the door and walking towards the lounge.

When Maura left the room, Jane started dressing into some clean, dry clothes. Her mind was a buzz, going over what she had just witnessed. Had she really just watch her best friends' eyes glaze over in a haze of arousal at the sight of her own nakedness? It would never have even been conjured up as a possibility before today… Before she herself, whilst witnessing a very wet and very sexy best friend standing in the rain, felt aroused because of said best friend. As she sat dejectedly on the end of her bed, the last remaining article of clothing in her hand (her shirt), her thoughts went to the reason they were having this fight in the first place and the incident that Jane was so upset about.

Jane needed a break. Not just a break in the case, which she was hoping to get from the lab results Maura had ordered, but also a break from work. She had been working tirelessly all day and had come up empty handed. With this in mind, she knew that a visit to her favourite Medical Examiner would be just the thing to cheer her up a little.

As she stepped out of the elevator and made her way to the morgue, she overheard muffled voices coming from the autopsy room. Realising that Maura probably had company, she felt a little upset that she wouldn't have Maura all to herself, but continued on her path with the intention of asking about the lab results she was waiting on.

As she reached the morgue, the conversation she walked in on was not what she was expecting.

"…Rolly Polly Rizzoli," Maura stated as she performed her autopsy.

"Ha, that's even funnier," Crowe childishly responded with a laugh, elbowing his partner to join in, "Rolly Polly Rizzoli eats Cannoli."

"I've heard them call her 'Frog Face' too," Crowes partner chimed in with a grin.

Jane watch on, at first feeling like her heart had just been completely ripped out by her best friend. But then anger took residence as she watched the blood drain from Detective Crowes face and Maura turned to see what had caused it.

"Really, Maur?" Jane asked heatedly, "I mean, I expected it from that jerk, but…" Jane sighed, unable to believe what she was hearing.

"What?" Maura replied, confused, looking between the two detectives and Jane. "Wait… Jane!" Maura called out as Jane walked back to the elevators.

Determined to let Maura know just how much her comment had hurt her, Jane stood and pulled her shirt on over her head before abruptly opening her door and making her way to her lounge. She found Maura standing in the middle of the room looking into space, her back to Jane. Her arms were wrapped around herself protectively.

"Ok, let's talk," Jane insisted with a great deal of annoyance in her voice as she sat in the sofa.

Maura turned to face Jane, wiping away the remains of tears that had been present.

"Wait, are you crying?" Jane asked, standing back up and reaching for Maura's shoulder. "That's not fair, Maura. Why are you crying?"

"I'm sorry Jane," Maura started, her eyes downcast and unable to meet Janes. "I'm just really confused about why you're so angry at me. And I hate it when you're angry at me, because I miss you… I miss… I miss…" Maura wasn't able to articulate to Jane just what she missed because she herself wasn't able to figure out exactly what it was that she missed.

"Ok, wait, stop," Jane interrupted. "Sit down, stop crying, and tell me why you're confused," Jane said as she guided Maura to the sofa.

Janes' anger subsided at the sight of Maura in tears, but she was still unhappy with her best friend. And if anything, she was now also upset with herself for being so easily swayed from anger at the mere sight of Maura in distress. Shouldn't it be her crying and upset?

"Well, because, Detective Crowe was making fun of you, and I told him I didn't like him doing that in front of me," Maura finally replied, looking up at Jane only once she had finished her reply.

"I heard you call me Rolly Polly Rizzoli, Maura," Jane responded, confused about how Maura was able to so easily lie to her.

"No, Jane, I didn't," Maura replied, also confused. "I actually told him that it was a silly nickname because you were not overweight and didn't even eat much cannoli. And then," Maura began, now getting a little angry herself at what Detective Crowes partner had said. "That horrid man said that people were calling you Frog Face, and it made me furious. I was about to say something when you walked in, Jane. I promise, I wasn't making fun of you. I can't lie, you know I can't lie. Why don't you believe me?" Maura finished, beginning to get upset again.

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry," Jane replied, pulling Maura into her arms and rubbing her back soothingly. "I'm sorry. I jumped to conclusions after only hearing half of the story, and I'm sorry. I believe you, Maura."

It wasn't long before Maura's cry was back under control. Jane continued to hold Maura, rubbing her back soothingly, as her thoughts drifted back to Maura standing in the rain. She relaxed into Maura's arms as she recalled how happy and carefree she looked standing out in the rain. She also recalled how sexy she looked all wet… standing out in the rain. With this thought, she pulled back from Maura.

"Ok, but we still have the whole 'kicking muddy water at me' incident to discuss," Jane stated, her toned full of amusement as she looked pointedly at Maura.

Maura stifled a laugh and covered her mouth as her eyes met Janes'. They shared a smile and a giggle before Maura was able to speak again.

"Jane," Maura said between laughs. "I have to be honest. It was funny," she finally got out between laughs.

"Maura!" Jane whined with a smile.

After their laughs subsided and it was obvious that their argument was resolved, Jane looked down at Maura's' damp and slightly muddy outfit.

"Right. Let's get you out of those clothes," Jane stated, tapping Maura's thigh and standing up. She turned to face Maura when she realised she was the only one standing to find Maura had broken out into a grin and raised her eyebrow suggestively.

"And into something clean, and… not wet," Jane finished with a smile, gesturing to her clothes before making her way down the hall. "Did you want to stay tonight?"

Maura stood and followed Jane towards the bedroom. "I would, actually."