Jane dropped to the couch, handing the corkscrew to Maura and taking a long pull from the bottle in her hand. "So tell me about these girls you've been with. What were they like?" She lifted a leg, foot planting on the couch in front of her, knee drawn up to her chest so she could rest her forearm on it.

"Which one?" Maura expertly divested the bottle of its cork, picking up her glass and half-filling it with wine. "There were three." She swirled the liquid in her glass, passing it under her nose. "This smells wonderful, Jane. Where did you acquire it?"

"Remember that case a month ago? The girl who was raped, her friend was killed? Well, the rape vic's mom gave it to me, for saving her daughter." She sipped her beer, the glass cool against her lips. "The first one."

Maura nodded, sipping the wine slowly, her entire face nearly inside the glass. "Oh! It's delicious. Here, try some." She offered the glass to Jane, features alight with pleasure. "Well, her name was Caroline, and she was in my calculus class in high school. You're aware I attended boarding school until college, yes?"

Jane sipped the dark red liquid, inhaling the aroma the way Maura had shown her. "Oh wow, that really is good." She looked from the glass to the beer in her hand then stood, handing Maura's glass back to her and draining the bottle simultaneously. "Keep talkin', I'm getting a glass."

Maura chuckled inwardly at Jane, lip once more between her teeth as she watched Jane's throat working to swallow the liquid. She couldn't help herself from watching as Jane walked away, eyes trailing over her backside, nearly invisible in the soft cotton pajama pants she wore. "Well, Caroline and I were the only ones in our dormitory left during Christmas, junior year. Neither of us really wanted to go home, so I invited her to my room for the night, so we wouldn't be alone. She brought a bottle of vodka she'd found in her Resident Advisor's room, and we became quite drunk."

Jane returned, resuming her former position next to Maura, holding her glass steady as Maura filled it halfway. "So what happened, you wound up makin' out?" She sipped slowly, savoring the liquid as it flowed over her tongue like satin.

Maura nodded. "We kissed for several hours, in fact. She wanted to go further, but I wasn't ready. We did everything short of have sex that night, however. Her breasts were glorious."

Jane nearly choked, a smirk turning to a grin as she laughed. "So you're a breast… gal?" Her dimples deepened as she laughed, leaning over to bump her shoulder against Maura's, letting her know she was teasing.

"No, actually if I were to form a proclivity toward a particular female body part, it would most definitely be the gluteus maximus. " Maura smirked a bit herself, waiting for Jane's reaction.

Jane's surprise didn't disappoint. "You're an ass girl?" She laughed harder, turning to face Maura. "I can't believe it."

Maura sipped her wine, nodding into the glass and humming in affirmation. "It's actually how I ended up with the second woman."

Jane settled on the couch, legs crossed beneath her, clearly entertained. "Do tell." She propped her chin in her hand, gazing openly at Maura.

"Well, I was in the gym one night in my freshman year, and this woman Grace with whom I was acquainted from my microbiology class happened to walk in front of the treadmill I was running on." She squirmed inwardly under Jane's intense stare, and her skin began to flush at the memory. "I nearly fell off the machine."

Jane's eyes widened with mirth. "No way! What happened?" She sipped her wine, eyes trained on Maura around the side of the glass.

"I recovered nearly immediately, but Grace noticed. She turned toward me and asked me if I liked what I saw. I told her I did, and she asked me to dinner. We were involved for nearly nine months." Maura drained the last sip of wine from her glass and refilled it. "She was a very… energetic lover. I didn't need to go to the gym nearly as often."

Jane groaned softly. "TMI, Maura." She smirked then, draining her own glass, and held it out to Maura. "Seriously, though, you just told her you liked her ass?" She withdrew her arm once her glass was once again half-full of wine and sipped from it. "Remind me to thank that woman for this wine again. And to buy some more."

"I'll pick you up some over the weekend, I'm certain that the wine shop near my house carries this brand." She picked up the bottle, reading the label once more. "She was extremely grateful. At this vintage, I'd say it cost nearly two hundred dollars."

Jane nearly spit her wine at Maura. Sputtering, she held a hand up in front of her mouth until she'd swallowed the silken liquid. "What?"

Maura nodded, placing it on the table once more. "It's a lovely wine." She smiled at Jane simply, crossing her legs underneath her, hands fallen to her lap.

"You are not buying me a single bottle." Jane shook her head, staring at the glass.

"It's not worth arguing over, Jane. I didn't intend to purchase the same vintage. I'm sure there are later years that are less costly." She watched Jane set her glass down and shift again, sprawling on the couch, her head resting back against the cushions near Maura. She lifted a hand and ran it through Jane's hair accordingly. "Would you like to hear about my most recent female lover?"

Jane's eyes slid shut, relaxing fully into Maura's touch. "Absolutely." She let her head drop further into Maura's lap, inhaling mists of lavender from Maura's essence.

"Well, it was the year we met." She continued playing with Jane's hair, her mind relaxing even while her body was taut as a bowstring. "She was my barista every morning at the café around the corner from my house." She tried not to over analyze the hand that was now stroking Jane's face softly.

Jane's thought process was strikingly similar in process, if not reason. "You dated your barista?" She swallowed, willing herself not to think, Maura's touch felt far too nice to analyze.

"Mhmm." Maura hummed the affirmative, gazing down at Jane. "For just over six months. Her name was Evan." She traced Jane's jaw with a fingernail, sliding her fingers into Jane's hair once more. "She went off to graduate school, and then I met you." Maura's fingers paused ever so briefly as she realized her words.

Chocolate eyes stared up at Maura, an unasked question written inside them. "Maura… is there something you want to tell me?" Her voice, always whiskey-rough cracked on her words. She wasn't certain which emotion caused it.

"I'm… not certain." Maura swallowed, her own voice small. "Right now it's just a reddish-brown stain."

Jane relaxed, smiling. "I'll let you slide on that… this time."

Maura smiled gratefully and nodded, caressing Jane's cheek in earnest fondness. "I appreciate that."

"Hi, Mr. Chen, I'm Detective Rizzoli, this is Detective Frost, who you spoke to on the phone." Jane pushed her blazer back a bit so the shopkeeper could see the badge clipped to her belt. She looked around the small shop, t-shirts, ball caps and various other items stacked on shelves and counters, hanging on racks.

"Yes, thank you detectives. I read in the paper that a girl was strangled with a scarf a few blocks from here." He swallowed visibly, gesturing to the newspaper on the counter near the register.

Frost nodded encouragingly. "That's correct. Did you have some information for us?" He shifted on his feet, crossing his arms comfortably.

"I do, actually. It could be nothing, but last week a man came in and bought out my entire stock of these." He held up a thin scarf, its black and white pattern twisting in his hands. "I'm not sure if that helps you, but he paid by credit card, I have his information here for you." He slid a few papers across the counter toward Jane.

Jane picked them up, scanning them quickly and nodding, handing them to Frost. "This could be very helpful, Mr. Chen. I appreciate your help very much. Coming to us was smart, and very brave." She smiled a bit at the man, and reached into her blazer for a business card, sliding it across the counter. "If there's anything else you think of, feel free to give me a call."

"I will, I'm just glad to be of some help. My family's lived in this neighborhood since we didn't speak English. I like my life peaceful, you know?" He chuckled humorlessly and put the card in his pocket.

Frost nodded. "Oh yeah, we understand. That's why we became cops." He grinned and waved a bit as he and Jane stepped out into the morning sun. "I'll run the info as soon as we're back at the station." He slid a pair of sunglasses on, walking toward the cruiser.

Jane nodded, sliding a pair on herself. "Great. This was a good lead." She clapped Frost on the shoulder and circled the car, getting into the driver's seat. "There's still something off about those neck wounds, though. I haven't been able to stop thinking about them."

Frost slid into the car and fastened his seat belt, turning his head to look at his partner. "Well, break it down. Dr. Isles said there were two cuts made. That's not what's bothering you, or you'd have realized it yesterday. "

Jane nodded. "Great deductions, Watson." She smirked, glancing sideways at him as she moved through traffic. "Got something else for me?"

"Well, is it the length of them? The depth?" He shrugged and leaned back in his seat, shifting to turn to see her better.

Jane shook her head and sighed. "No. It'll come to me eventually." She reached into her pocket and pulled a bill out, handing it to Frost as she pulled over in front of a coffee shop. "Get some for Korsak and Maura, too."

Frost took the bill and smirked, amused. "You buy, I fly? Is that how it is now, Rizzoli?" He released his seat belt and shifted to get out of the car.

"I am senior detective." She laughed as he got out of the car, the sound quelled by the door closing.