Something Old, Something New (Chapter 3 of ?)

Authors: Roughian and ForeverLeyton

Rating: NC-17. Barely.

Fandom: Crossover: Rizzoli and Isles/Callie and Arizona

Summary: Callie and Arizona head to Boston for the wedding of Arizona's long time best friend. But Bean Town is not as receptive as they expected: Callie meets Arizona's favorite ex; Maura's got an itch Jane wants to scratch. Oh, and there's a murder, too.

Chapter 3 Summary: Maura and Jane talk complementary couples, Barry discovers there are a lot of people who wanted our victim dead, an unexpected suspect is brought into the investigation, and Callie and Arizona just can't catch a break.

Jane angled between the police cars and crime scene vehicles, trying to get through the mass amount of caution tape roping off the main event. She ducked under the plastic yellow ribbon feeling like a boxer stepping into the ring for a fight she was never sure she'd win. She found Maura, bedecked in a pretty (albeit bloodied) dress, knelt beside the body, sheet lifted so she could study the lacerations across his torso.

Jane smirked ruefully, crossing her arms over her faded green Celtics t-shirt, watching as Maura turned her head to give her the same smirk. "I got the feeling I was winning too much at poker night."

Maura shrugged her shoulders, hazel eyes wide with a sadness her smile couldn't cover. "This is really terrible. Becca and Ray are emotional wrecks, and all the guests having to evacuate..."

Jane shook her head as she crouched down beside her friend. As much as she didn't want to attend this hoity-toity shindig, no one deserved a wedding interrupted by a murder. "I'm so sorry, Maur," the detective murmured, sincerity deeply engrained in her tone as she put a glove-clad hand on the ME's bare shoulder.

"It's alright," Maura replied, shaking off the tears filling her eyes and quickly shifting into work-mode. "I can't really tell the extent of the damage here, but if I had to guess, I would say exsanguination due to multiple lacerations."

Jane studied the body as well as the blood pooled beneath it. "I'd say your guess is right, but I won't tell anyone," she finished with a wink, never able to resist that joke.

While Maura used a tech's ruler to measure the jagged entry wound in the victim's left side, Jane glanced around her surroundings. Despite a few well-dressed gawkers, Jane didn't notice anything different from her average crime scene. Except the presence of two women inside the secured scene, both huddled beneath wool hospital blankets and talking to a paramedic.

Turning to Maura Jane asked, "Was someone else hurt?" At Maura's quizzical glance, the detective nodded towards the two women. Even from the distance, she could see the blonde woman's pretty blue dress was stained purple by blood. "To the left, blonde covered in blood, talking to Scotty from Boston Memorial."

"Oh," Maura sighed, as she carefully lifted herself from her knees to her feet, not wobbling once in the spindly heels. She straightened out the skirt of her dress and motioned to Michael, her young and eager lab assistant, silently instructing him to take over her examination of the body. Moving to stand next to Jane, Maura said, "That's Arizona, the blonde, sitting with Callie, her wife. They were outside when Jason, ah, the victim, came out of the alley."

"Wait," Jane held up a hand, squinting slightly to study the blonde more closely. "That's Arizona? Arizona Robbins? As in your ex-girlfriend Arizona?"

"I hardly think there'd be two Arizona's at one wedding, Jane. Yes, Arizona R—Wait, how do you know her name is Arizona Robbins?"

Not because I ran her this morning, Jane thought. Nope, definitely not. "You must have mentioned it," she hedged.

"I'm quite sure I didn't," Maura returned but she was quickly distracted by the intent way Jane gazed towards Arizona and Callie. "But, yes, that is Arizona, my ex girlfriend. And her wife. Why?"

Gorgeous, is what ran through Jane's mind. She's freaking gorgeous. Out loud she sighed and murmured, "Small f-ing world. Two witnesses to our guy's death and they just happen to be your ex-girlfriend and her wife. Fuck me."

"Jane," Maura began, resting a firm hand on Jane's forearm. "You don't think…You can't believe that—"

"That your lesbians flew all the way to Boston to kill a man? No," she shook her head firmly, carefully squeezing Maura's hand over her arm. "But I've got to play this by the book. I'm going to go talk to your friends, Maura."

"Hold on," Maura said, casting one more glance at Jason Whitestone's body before chasing after Jane's long strides. "I'm coming with you."

"Maura Isles is leaving a body unattended," Jane smirked. "You feeling okay?"

"Yes, fine," Maura answered, puzzled as she trailed the sneaker-clad Jane to where the couple was sitting. "Why?"

"Hey, Scotty, could ya give us a minute?" Jane asked softly.

Scotty excused himself, unneeded since neither woman was actually injured.

Jane glanced down at the women. "I'm Detective Jane Rizzoli. I know you've been through a lot this evening but I need to ask you a couple questions."

Oh thank god, Maura thought. It's good cop tonight.

"Right here and now, detective?" Callie asked, tone remaining calm despite how frayed her nerves actually were. "We've had a difficult night."

"I know, and I'm sorry about this," Jane continued. She nodded towards the blood on the blonde's dress. "How'd that happen?"

"It happened when she tried to save a man's—"

"Callie," Arizona interrupted her defensive wife with a soft squeeze to her knee. "It's fine, baby. We know how this works."

Turning her chin up to face Jane, Arizona sighed, "We were, um, out here…over there," she clarified, pointing towards the Willow tree. "He came…he, uh, he stumbled out of the alley and he was covered in blood. I saw the blood right away. I ran over, put pressure on his side but, God, there was blood coming from all over. Everywhere. I started CPR but…maybe if I'd been in a hospital," Arizona shrugged, her head dropping into her hands.

"Arizona—" Callie and Maura both began but it was Jane who caught Arizona's attention with a steady gaze and a firm tone. "Dr. Robbins. I just came from the body. There was nothing you could do." Kneeling down to Arizona's level, Jane repeated. "Nothing. Now, why don't you tell me what you two were doing outside when, I've heard, there was a perfectly good bar inside?"

Arizona started blushing immediately. "Um, actually. We were uh…" She swallowed the lump in her throat. Something about Jane triggered instant feelings of that all too familiar authority complex. "Talking."

"You sound…hesitant?" Jane queried. Glancing at Maura, Jane caught a knowing grin stretched across the ME's lips but she couldn't guess the meaning behind it. What she did know, however, was that she wasn't getting the full story. "It's—listen, girls, it's in your best interest to be completely honest with me right now."

"What my wife is so gently skating around, Detective, is that we were making out against that tree." Callie pointed to the Willow in question, surprisingly amused by her wife's discomfort and Jane's obvious cluelessness. "Arizona saw Jason stumble out over my shoulder."

"Oh. You were…oh. Over there…um, oh. Ok," Jane nodded, rising back from her haunches in a rush. Oddly disconcerted, she quickly resorted to the familiar comfort of cop-speak. "Did you notice anyone else? Maybe someone in the alley, or running away?"

"No. No one," Arizona shook her head automatically. "The valets were over there," she pointed to the other side of the building, "when I first came out. I, ah, I didn't notice them after…after a while."

A while. How long were they—no, don't think about that Rizzoli. Shaking her head to clear it, Jane glanced towards the valets and recognized Officer Valletti already taking their statements. She was about to suggest the couple go back to their hotel when she noticed Callie chewing on her bottom lip, as though considering her words carefully. Speaking deliberately and directly to the brunette, Jane asked, "What about you, Mrs., um, Callie? Did you see anything that seemed unusual? Even if you aren't certain it's related, it's best if you—"

"If I tell you everything. I get it. I've seen Law and Order," Callie smiled sheepishly. "When he came out, Arizona saw him first. She ran right to him," Callie explained, squeezing Arizona's hand in hers. "I didn't know what was going on so I sort of, um, spun around, you know? Like 'what the hell'?"

"Yeah. I get that. It's normal," Jane nodded.

"Ok. I guess. So I saw, um, God, this sounds crazy. In my head, it sounds crazy. I saw a black cape, sw—I guess swishing is the word, around the corner of that other building over there," Callie admitted, pointing to the office high rise on the other side of the alley.

"A black cape?" Jane asked again. Even Maura and Arizona looked doubtful.

"I know! It's ridiculous but I would swear—it looked like a cape! Black and shiny with, I don't know, maybe satin around the bottom."

"A cape," Jane repeated, dragging a weary hand through her curly hair. Half to herself she muttered, "Next the blonde's going to tell me there were masked vigilantes in the ballroom."

"Hey!" Callie exclaimed but she couldn't stop a small laugh. "You said to tell you everything!"

"You did say that, Jane," Maura agreed solemnly.

"I did," Jane acquiesced. "We'll look into the cape. In the meantime, you're obviously tired." She ignored Callie's mild eye roll at that comment. "Why don't we do this? I'm going to get one of my guys, ah my brother, Frankie, a cop, to take you back to the hotel. You two take a shower, clean up; try to calm down. Maura and I will get the body to the morgue."

But," she added when she caught Callie's relieved sigh, "I'm going to need a full statement from you both. I'll be back at the hotel in a few hours. I know you are exhausted but, please, try to stay awake," Jane ordered, already moving towards a young uniformed officer.

Thoroughly enjoying an unusually flustered Jane, Maura smiled at Arizona before she turned to follow Jane. Lowering her voice so she wouldn't be overheard, Maura whispered, "I'm sure they can find something to keep them occupied, Detective."

She laughed as Jane stumbled to a choking halt.

Jane stood beside the body of Jason Whitehouse, watching as Maura carefully examined the wounds scattered across the man's chest and abdomen. There were a lot of them, or at least it seemed that way to Jane. The detective, not usually nauseated by the sight of dead bodies, felt a churning in her gut at the sheer number, shaking her head rapidly to try to get the image out of her mind's eye.

Maura's eyebrows knitted behind her protective goggles as she counted the lacerations in her head. "This is quite gruesome," Maura murmured. "He's been stabbed almost twenty times. Judging from the angles and the distance between wounds, it wouldn't be far off to suggest there were two people involved in the stabbing. But of course, I can't know that for sure. And I certainly won't guess."

"Two murderers," Jane breathed. "What the hell did this guy do?"

"He did seem quite unpopular. I saw him fighting with two men at the wedding. Overheard something about the SEC and then someone demanding their money—"

"People get ugly over money," Jane confirmed. "Frost is running a check on the vic now. We'll see what he comes up with," Jane promised, turning her head as she watched Maura begin to probe gently in one of the wounds.

"Judging by the magnitude of these stab wounds and how quickly this man died, Arizona wouldn't have had time to kill him," Maura added quietly as she straightened and pulled the sheet over Jason's body.

"I don't think your friend did this, Maura. But I do need a statement from her. It's procedure. I think I was pretty fair."

Maura smiled. "I know. Thank you." She pulled off her gloves and undid her gown, throwing both into the red bin marked "Biohazard," before moving to the sink to wash her hands. Jane followed suit, waiting beside Maura.

"Besides, the last time you had an ex in a case it turned out to be—"

"I remember Jane, thank you," Maura said, realizing immediately how stiff her tone may have come off and shaking her head. "I'm sorry. It's been a very trying evening. This is really not how I imagined a reunion with my friends would go."

"I bet," Jane nodded understandingly. "Sucks all around. Just think of the press—how many times do you think the vultures will try to use the phrase "Till death do us part"?"

"Using that line would be wildly inaccurate reporting. It is a quote from the traditional wedding pledge after all. Jason wasn't the one taking vows today. Actually," Maura added, remembering how Carolyn Flynn behaved at the reception, "I'm pretty sure his own vows didn't make it to his death."

"Yeah?" Jane asked resting her hip against Maura's desk after they wandered into her office. "What makes you say that?"

"His wife—or maybe she's an ex wife? I'm not certain," Maura admitted. "But ex or merely separated, she, ah, she didn't seem too happy with Jason. Caused a ridiculous scene at the reception, accusing him of only caring about women and money."

"Damnit," Jane interrupted Maura. "I should have accepted your invitation. How was I supposed to know rich people had cat fights at their weddings?"

"Mmm, not typically. It was completely uncalled for. But Jason did seem to be a bit of a jerk," Maura added, feeling slightly guilty that, even in death, she couldn't bring herself to like the man. "He hit on me at the rehearsal dinner and I knowhe said something to Arizona. Plus, I noticed Susan, a friend from medical school, seemed to be close to his side for much of the reception."

"Huh. An angry ex-wife and a possible new fling? The plot thickens," Jane mused. "And moves further and further away from your girlfriends. Which is nice," she added, "because Frankie almost had a seizure when he realized the two chicks in his squad car were a couple. I think it would break his heart if we told him he had to arrest one of them for murder."

Maura grinned at Jane's quip about Frankie. "I did notice him blushing. But, they are a very complementary couple," she added. "I think they're quite beautiful together."

Jane smirked, picking up the small ceramic tortoise she'd given Maura as a gag gift last Christmas. "Is it hard seeing her all married and happy and stuff?"

"No, no," Maura smiled. "It's nice that she's so obviously happy. She deserves it."

"Hmm," Jane hesitated, still flipping the figurine around in her palm. She didn't notice how Maura flinched each time she tossed the silly gift from hand-to-hand. "You know, I could see how you'd go for her. I mean, besides the girl thing, of course. She seems like your type."

"Does she?" Maura cocked her head to the side as she considered Jane's assessment. "I didn't realize I had a type."

Jane snorted and flicked the tortoise into the air. "Sure ya do. Guy or girl, you mostly stick to the rich, well-dressed, overeducated crowd."

Taking in Jane's appearance, her Celtics shirt twisted around her waist and riding high enough to reveal the worn top edge of her jeans, Maura asked innocently, "If that's the case, Jane, then why on Earth would I spend so much time with you?"

Jane paused, flicking her gaze up just in time to catch Maura's fleeting grin. She laughed and flopped down in the chair next to Maura's desk. "You know, Maur, you hide the smart ass so well. It's impressive."

Maura laughed softly, her smile catching Jane off guard, before she added, "Realistically, though, Arizona and I, we would have never worked out in the long term. We're far too similar. Callie seems to balance her out nicely."

"You believe in all that opposites attract nonsense?" Jane grinned as she passed the tortoise between her hands.

"Yes, Jane. Why do you think we get along so well?" Maura smiled before dropping her head back down to her file, adding something to the memo portion of the autopsy report in her neat print.

Nearly dropping the tortoise, but quickly recovering it and thanking her softball reflexes, Jane swallowed. "What do you mean by that?" She asked, plopping the tortoise (thankfully unharmed) back on Maura's desk.

Sighing softly, Maura signed off on the bottom of her paperwork and closed the file. She moved the tortoise into its proper position on her desk, shifting it so the goofily grinning head would face her. Pulling a chair close to Jane's, she settled down until their knees were practically touching. She was fully aware she was invading the detective's personal space. But maybe it was about time. "I mean, I think you and I could be complementary, too. Together."

"Complimentary?" Jane jerked slightly, scooting her chair back an inch. "Like 'Hey, Maura, I really like your shoes today?'"

Sometimes the urge to smack you is so strong, Jane Rizzoli. "No, Jane, not complimentary. Complementary, the way Callie and Arizona seem to complement one another."

"Oh," Jane drawled slowly. She still wasn't certain she understood what Maura was saying but she definitely recognized the look in Maura's eyes when the ME leaned forward and flicked a tiny glance down at Jane's lips.

"Do you mean…Do you, uh, about us…about me…Do you think about us that way sometimes?" Jane finally asked in a rush.

Maura didn't say anything for a few long moments. Jane knew this was her "thinking" face—the face she had most often—, but this time with more brow furrowing and a slight increase of lip pursing. "Well, yes. Do you?"

Rough and tumble Jane Rizzoli was stumped. She couldn't really look at Maura and instead took to playing with a fray on the tiny hole in the knee of her jeans, eyes flicking between the contrast of the smooth knee peeking out from Maura's dress. Maybe the ME was on to something with this complementary business.

"You don't have to answer that, I'm sorry." Maura leaned back, physically withdrawing in the face of so much silence. "Perhaps I've been overly romanticized this weekend. Anyway, so as I was saying earlier about Jason—" Maura began, stopping when she felt Jane's hand on her wrist.

"I have, you know. It's strange because you're a woman. But I've never felt this...attached to another human being before. Not even my family," Jane whispered.

Maura softened instantly, her heart beating wildly as she scooted close to the detective again. Jane chewed her lip nervously as she tipped her head forward, hand squeezing the ME's knee gently as she struggled to keep focus on those hazel eyes. Maura let off a soft giggle before bringing a hand to brush against Jane's cheek.

The detective shuddered at first, but then smiled as she watched Maura inch closer, lips parting ever so slightly. Regardless of this being a woman, Jane knew exactly what was coming next. And the excitement she felt coursing through her was wholly unexpected.

Neither woman heard the elevator doors slip open, or the squeak of the lab's main door, or the telling whistle of a certain young detective as the leaned towards each other slowly.

"Whoa," Barry Frost exclaimed as he bounded into the office. "Um...am... I...interrupting something?"

"Yes," Maura responded honestly, even as Jane shoved backwards and quickly rebuked, "No. No. Nothing."

Catching the distressed look in Maura's eyes, Jane carefully nudged Maura's foot with her own. She mouthed the word 'later' to Maura silently, her small smile pleading for patience, and was rewarded when the doctor nodded her agreement and leaned back in her chair.

"Okay," Frost drawled, rolling his eyes slightly. "I, uh, found some stuff. On our vic, I found some stuff. But I can come back later if…"

"No," Jane and Maura responded at the same time, laughing at their jinx.

"No," Maura repeated. "Go on, Barry. But first, let me say, that outfit is quite…interesting."

Jane laughed at Maura's description of Frosts' clothes, a worn pair of nylon basketball shorts and a simple white t-shirt. But the real achievement of the outfit was his Adidas flip-flops. With socks, no less.

"Maur, I know you can't lie but maybe you could, um, refrain from mentioning?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Barry," Maura apologized immediately. "I didn't mean to offend you. I'm simply unaccustomed to seeing you out of your customary shirt and tie."

"I'm not offended, Doc." He had already heard enough that evening from Korsak—a grown man in a Hawaiian shirt—anyway. "On poker night, you've gotta go for comfort clothes. These socks keep my feet warm."

"Yes, but—" Maura began but Jane stopped her before the fashionista could launch into a lecture about how one must always suffer to be beautiful. It was a song and dance Jane had heard from her mother far too often anyway.

"If you two ladies are done discussing the latest fall trends, perhaps you'd like to put down your fancy cups of tea and talk murder."

"Oh, a cup of tea would be wonderful right now," Maura smiled, winking softly at Barry.

"Maura," Jane groaned before kicking over the office's last available chair and ordering. "Frost, talk."

"Ok," Frost agreed. "First, I ran the guy's financials. He's in all kinds of serious shit there. Investigations coming from all over."

"That fits with what Maura overheard," Jane nodded. "The investigations going to turn something up?"

"Don't know yet," Frost shrugged. "The guy's got money in accounts around the world. Gonna take some time to run that down. But, if that many people are looking—"

"There must be something to find," Jane agreed. "What else?"

"Ok. I talked to his kids. Two of them, son and daughter, both guests at the wedding. Son's sixteen, daughter's fourteen. I asked if they had noticed anything unusual about their dad lately. Son said no, nothing. I got the impression they don't see too much of the guy."

"Maura said the guy's a peach."

"Oh, yeah, he had some enemies, alright. Lots of them. Seemed like every guest at the wedding was more than happy to tell me—a cop!—a reason they weren't crying over the dead guy. Anyway, the daughter said she noticed something. Claimed a girl, maybe college age, came by her dad's office about a week ago. Mary, that's the daughter, stopped by the office, trying to hit her dad up for some money to go shopping. The secretary told her Whitestone was busy, in a meeting, but Mary could hear yelling. She stuck around a few minutes; long enough to see this girl run out of the office, crying."

"Hmm," Jane considered Frosts' information. Glancing at Maura, she asked, "You said he liked women, right? Think he liked them young?"

"I honestly don't know, Jane. I didn't really know the man. But," she added, "in my opinion, there are any number of older men who would appreciate the company of a college co-ed."

"Yeah, that's what I'm thinking too. Did the daughter hear what the fight was about?" Jane asked Frost.

"Not really," he shook his head, "but says she thought she heard something about money."

"Of course she did," Jane sighed, scrubbing a hand over her eyes. "I hate when rich people get killed," she muttered, avoiding Maura's glare. "Ok. Follow up on the girl tomorrow. See if you can get a name from the secretary. And let me know what you get from the financials."

"Will do," Frost confirmed. "But there's one more thing."

"Yeah?"

"Ray, the groom? He says Whitestone threw a bachelor party Thursday night. Big affair, large crowd. Ray says he noticed Jason went missing for a while and when he went to find him, he saw him fighting with an older man. A real knockdown deal. Old man clocked the vic, one shot. Ray knew his name, recognized him from a couple of other events with Whitestone. A," Frost looked at his notes to confirm, "a Colonel Robbins, USMC. Address in Beacon Hill."

Jane heard Maura's small gasp and closed her eyes tightly before turning to her friend. "Let me guess. Related to one Arizona Robbins, right?"

"Her father," Maura confirmed softly, her eyes wide with shock as she shook her head. "That's her father. But Jane, he couldn't—The Colonel, he couldn't do this."

Keeping her thoughts closely guarded, Jane rose from her chair. "Let's go talk to your friends, Maura."

Callie pressed another kiss to the Arizona's lips, pulling back to wipe the rogue sprinkle from the corner of her mouth. She grinned at Arizona's child-like enthusiasm for doughnuts. For everything really. It charmed her and made her fall in love with her a little more each day. Even wet-haired and make-up free, the Latina was smitten.

"How you doing, Arizona? Need any more doughnuts?" Callie asked as she gently rolled on top of her wife, settling between her knees. "That will all go in your mouth instead of all over your face?"

Arizona looked up from the re-run of Will & Grace on the hotel television. "It's been a weird night. I just... I feel so bad for that guy, even if he was a perv. And Becca." Big blue eyes started welling with tears again as she tucked her fingers in the collar of Callie's robe, pulling her close for another kiss.

"Sweetheart," Callie breathed, using a rare pet name. "You did everything you could to save Jason. He'd already lost too much blood and was probably bleeding internally."

"I kind of just want Sofia-snuggles. They cure everything," Arizona sighed.

Callie tipped Arizona's chin up. "We'll call her tomorrow morning, how's that sound? Maybe some Sofia giggles can stand in for snuggles. We'll make Mark do the Elmo voice."

Arizona grinned despite herself, but dropped her head back to the pillow, nodding as she stared up at the ceiling. "I'd love that. I just wish this all was over. They need to know who killed him now. Maura's detective's coming back here for our statement. Our statement. God," she shivered.

"Oh, Maura's detective alright. Jane. She's hot," Callie grinned, trying to distract her wife from brooding. "And gay. Very gay."

"I don't know. I think she's just a typical cop. Tough, menacing." Arizona grinned as she swept a hand through her wife's damp waves. "As much as I'd like to believe that this is like television and they will ride off into the sunset together."

Callie smiled down at Arizona. "Um, but did you see the way they were looking at each other when Jane showed up? In her beaten up jeans and t-shirt?"

Arizona giggled as Callie continued her speculation. "Mm, I did see that. You probably were tickled."

"I was. General badasses seem to flock together. I sensed it from her when she walked by me. Plus, she broke my gaydar," Callie explained coolly, pressing a kiss to Arizona's neck, fragrant from their recent shower.

Arizona lazily looped her legs around Callie's waist. "Your gaydar. My wife's got a gaydar now," she teased, feeling her own robe ride up at the motion of her legs. Pulling Callie more fully atop her she sighed, "So much for our weekend away."

"Hey, we still have some time," Callie said, hands instinctively running along the length of Arizona's outer thighs. "And we're kind of naked. And you probably have a sugar high."

"You said you wouldn't judge me about the doughnuts," Arizona whined playfully, cut off by the kiss Callie planted against her lips. A kiss that started very softly but slowly started gaining momentum.

At the feeling of her wife's tongue sneaking into her mouth, Arizona reached up and undid the loosely knotted belt on Callie's robe, fingers dancing upward toward her breasts, palming them and tweaking already hardened nipples. Callie gasped against Arizona's lips and reached between them to open Arizona's robe as well.

"I want fast, h-hard. I don't wanna think," Arizona mumbled distractedly as Callie dug nails into her hip.

"I can do that," Callie promised, pushing Arizona's knees apart even further.

The blonde responded by digging her nails into Callie's lower back, head tipping back when that luxurious mouth started kissing and sucking softly against sensitive skin.

Callie's hand pressed between their bodies, wiggling its way inside Arizona's spread thighs. Without a moment's hesitation she plunged two fingers into her wife's sex, causing Arizona to moan and tug Callie, by the hair, back to her mouth for a kiss.

"God, Calliope," Arizona managed in between kisses. "Harder."

More than happy to oblige, Callie started backing her thrusts with her hip. "Like that?"

"Yes," the blonde hissed.

"Mm, you sound so good," the Latina panted next to Arizona's ear, nipping on the lobe. "Missed this."

"Mm, m-me too," Arizona groaned, back arching when Callie's thumb swiped across her clit. "R-right there, oh— Oh my God."

The sturdy knock at the door was really not what either woman wanted to hear next. "Detective Rizzoli..."

"And Maura!" Came the other voice.

"You are kidding me!" Callie moaned, dropping her head to rest against Arizona's sweaty shoulder. "Now? They're here now?" Callie's fingers continued to move inside her wife, but slowly now, easing Arizona down carefully.

"O-one minute," Arizona called out loudly towards the main door, moaning quietly in pleasure and distress when Callie's fingers finally slipped out from between her legs. Brushing back her sweaty curls, Arizona took a deep breath and kissed her wife. "You go, uh, wash up. I'll get the door."

"Ok," Callie sighed, rolling off her wife and the bed with a loud thump.

Arizona slipped off the bed more quietly, padding out of the suite's bedroom while she retied her robe and adjusted her ponytail. Glancing over her shoulder, she caught her wife's naked backside turning towards the bathroom, her tanned flesh not yet recovered by white terrycloth, and she called, "Calliope?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't forget where you were."

"Not a chance," Callie laughed, turning the corner just as Arizona wrenched the door open.

"Detective," Arizona smiled, one hand still wrestling with her ponytail. "And Maura. Ah, come on in," she gestured towards the room and stepped aside. Noticing the sugar and sprinkles that still littered the suite's table, leading an obvious trail to the bedroom, Arizona flushed. "Sorry about the mess," she murmured.

"Doughnuts?" Maura guessed. "Still your favorite comfort food."

"Yep," Arizona grinned. "I think there're more, in the bedroom," she pointed, "if you want some."

Suddenly the word 'bedroom' clicked in Jane's mind and, like the good detective she was, she began to piece together the scene before her. Arizona was clad only in the hotel's robe, which, on second glance, was perilously close to coming undone and her hair was mussed in a laughingly obvious manner. Jane watched as Arizona's hands seemed to twitch, making the blonde appear as jumpy as…Oh, God. As jumpy as a teenager in heat.

When Callie came out of the bathroom, also wrapped in a robe and unable to stop the smug grin that stretched over her face when she looked at her wife, Jane's gaze shot instantly to the ceiling.

"Um, no, thank you," she finally answered Arizona, her eyes trained three feet above the blonde. "Sorry if we're—ah…interrupting your sleep."

A giggle, perky and delighted, bubbled from Arizona's chest and she reached her hand out to link with Callie, pulling the also-laughing brunette close by her side. "It's no problem, Detective," Arizona assured her, ignoring Callie's roll of the eyes. "Our fault—you did tell us to expect you."

That's true, Jane mentally huffed. Finally lowering her eyes, Jane knew she flushed in the face of Arizona and Callie's knowing grins but some things were out of her control.

Turning to Maura for help, Jane found the sandy-blonde smiling at her softly. She could almost hear the doctor admonish her: Really Jane. Sometimes you are too stubborn to see what's right in front of you. Maybe so, Jane silently agreed, but now wasn't the time to think about that.

So, instead, it was Callie, a woman who clearly remembered her own struggles when the possibility of being with, of loving, a woman came roaring into her life; it was Callie who rescued Jane from her own embarrassment. "Why don't you two have a seat? Please. We promise we weren't, um, sleeping on the couch."

Arizona and Maura both laughed out loud at that but all three women followed Callie's lead towards the large sitting area. In a move of surprising alliance and kinship, Callie sat next to Jane on the sofa, enjoying the detective's wary glance as she settled beside the Latina. Arizona perched on the arm of the loveseat, still close to Callie, and reached over to grab her hand. She was prepared to make a smart-alecky comment, something about how Jane should sit by Maura, when Maura stopped her with a gentle hand against her knee.

"Arizona," she said softly, regret seeping into her tone as she sat near her old friend, "we're here about your father."