A/N: Sorry for the delay guys! It was my fiancé's birthday and we had a totally cliché trip to Paris. Twas beautiful though but I'm back now!

Thank you some much for reviewing, messaging & alerting this story. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, you guys are my muse.

PS: I've been on this earth for 23 years and I cannot for the life of me distinguish the difference between affect and effect no matter how many people have tried to help me. So sorry.

Chapter 3

I was greeted with the warmth of the morning sun and the coldness of an empty bed. Ian had not returned. With a groan, I sat up and massaged my temples, I was definitely feeling the effect of too much alcohol. The events of the previous night coming back to me, making me cringe, It was so unlike me. Grabbing my phone I noticed the many missed calls from work and sighed, none from Ian or Jane for that matter.

The smell of coffee brought me out of my thoughts as I travelled to the kitchen. Angela must have been using the coffee machine. However, it was not Angela who greeted me but Ian. "I've made you coffee," he murmured as he sipped his own drink.

"Thank you," I responded, almost quizzically. This felt too normal. Had I dreamt the whole experience?

"We need to talk once you get home from work" he stated. Unfortunately, it wasn't a dream. I nodded in response. What else could I say? I'm sorry? Was I Sorry? This made me feel terrible. Before either of us could speak, my phone began to ring, obnoxiously and for the first time in my adult life the interruption was welcomed.

"Isles," I answered. "Yes, I'll be right there,"

-/-/-

"Don't touch that body or anything around it until Maura gets here!" I heard her grunt towards a scared looking police officer. Having not been detected by Jane, I took the opportunity to follow the contours of her toned body and watched how her muscles easily flexed as she gripped her hips. Her posture clearly demonstrating dominance. She was the alpha of the group, no doubt about that.

I watched how she carelessly flicked a few hair strands backwards with a finger as her curls danced with the wind. My own fingers twitched, wanting to gently sweep her hair away. Would she gasp as my fingers touched her skin? Its amazing how often my emotions changed around her.

Taking a deep breath, I straightened my posture and walked towards the remains. The pull she held on me felt almost gravitational, my stomach flipped when the sound of her raspy voice became closer, the feeling almost making me feel nauseous, was this what "butterflies in your stomach" felt like?

"Doctor Isles, finally joining us?" Detective Frost teased.

I smiled in return. Desperately trying to avoid Jane's eyes.

"We've secured the area for you," Detective Frost said. "Jane was persistent that no evidence was to be moved before your arrival,"

My neck moved so quickly towards Jane that I could have sworn I had suffered from a minor whiplash.

"Th...thank you Jane," I cleared my throat. She smiled at me, the kind of smile that showed her dimples. The kind of smile that was contagious and made me forget about anything and anyone else. I hadn't realised we hadn't spoken for longer than acceptable until detective Frost cleared his own throat.

"So, umm, can you give us a time of death?" He asked. His hands scratching the back of his neck. Did we always make him this uncomfortable?

"Discolouration suggests livor mortis has occurred, this usually happens one to two hours after death and lividity will then become fixed approximately eight to twelve hours postmortem. Of course, as we know, after death blood stops circulating the body and livor mortis is the process of where blood pools towards the ground due to gravity," I explained. "But! As you can see, this man's arm, which has not been resting on the ground has a blood pool meaning lividity stopped here,"

"So he was moved?" Jane asked.

"Yes" I smiled and looked into her eyes, unable to stop myself.

"Right…." Detective Frost sighed, "so time of death?"

"I cannot say"

Both detectives sighed.

"Because this man did not die here, livor mortis is not reliable as a time of death estimate. Not without taking environmental factors into account,"

"Was it murder?" Detective Frost asked.

"If a body has been deliberately moved after death. I think the answer would be yes!" Jane smirked.

"Not necessarily, someone could have moved the body for many reasons. Perhaps they stumbled upon the deceased and moved them to a more public place so that they could be found or carnivore attraction could have move the body"

"and also, I read this exciting article based on fauna and flora's impact on human remains a few weeks ago and it had visually shown the remains had moved several metres away from their initial place,"

"Oh! That's so funny, I read the same article yesterday!" Jane smirked. I rolled my eyes knowing that she was making fun of me, "and Maura, were you speculating..."

I shook my head, "merely suggesting various reasons for the deceased movement postmortem", I shrugged and smiled at the two detectives. We were acting as if nothing had happened, the feeling made me slightly queasy because it felt natural yet forced. So I thought. Glancing at the sky, I noticed the sun was no longer vibrant but a pale comparison as the clouds rolled in and hid the bright star. Jane noticed it too.

"We might wanna pick up the speed. The sky is looking angry," Jane said with her hands stuffed in her pockets, the epitome of confidence. I sighed internally.

Several minutes later, heavy rain poured around us, the droplets so loud that it drowned any other sound, "Maura!" Jane whined and used her jacket to covers some forensic evidence. Frost had disappeared at the first signs of rain.

"I'm done," I told her and stood up.

"Make sure that all of the remains are safely sealed and sent to the lab," I yelled over the sound of the downpour. A young, flushed looking CSI nodded and hurried away towards the makeshift tent they had built.

"Where's your jacket Maura?" Jane grunted through gritted teeth. Her eyes looked dangerous, as if she was throwing daggers at me. What could have possibly made her angry in the space of half an hour? The rain? That wasn't my doing. I would have glared at her but she looked strangely attractive with wet hair and soaking clothes, it made her look more…primal. The feeling of excitement filled my stomach once more as I thought of my tongue following the path of the raindrops and of our wet bodies crushing together in ecstasy.

Wait, no! What's with all the crushing thoughts? These mental images needed to leave my head, why couldn't I control my thoughts around her? This morning I was determined to expel these sordid thoughts from my head for Ian but half hour in Jane's presence, these actions shattered.

Several seconds that felt like minutes later, I registered that she had spoken to me, "in the car I di…" I looked down at my blouse and immediately stopped talking as I understood the issue. How was I supposed to know that my wet clothes clung transparently to my body?

"How'd you miss the weather forecast that said it was going to rain? You are always prepared," she said, sounding almost accusative, like I had planned for this.

I huffed in anger, "Unlike you, Jaaaaayne," I said, deliberately elongating her name, "my evening was cut short. Of course, you would have known if you had bothered to check on me," I tried to look unaffected. I knew I had told her to leave but I had hoped no expected her to have stayed.

"You and Casey probably went home laughed at my expense and…and…" I could end that sentence because the image of Jane and Casey together made me feel sick. Then the sudden thought entered my head, was this just pure sexual attraction to Jane or did she feel the way I did? I know that I couldn't place my own feeling into the right category but I wondered if she constantly thought about me, if she smiled at the thought of me. Did she feel excitement just before seeing me? Was it all just me? I knew that she cared for me but to what extent?

"That's not what happened," Jane shouted, I struggled to hear the rest or maybe I didn't want to hear it but then a gasp left my lips as she tugged me towards the cars, "that's not what happened," she repeated, this time a millimetre away from my ear.

-/-/-

We drove back to the precinct in separate cars, I was thankful for this because it allowed me time to recollect my thoughts and to breathe. Thunder had started a few seconds after leaving the crime scene, the rain continued to thrive.

Jane followed me directly to my office. No words were exchanged. I felt electrically charged and with the potential to unleash dangerous, delicious shocks. My body shivered.

"Here," I said, throwing a towel at her, "you're creating a puddle on my floor," I smiled to ease the tension.

"Thanks," she smiled, her dimples almost showing. Our eyes met and lingered for a while as we took each other in.

"Maura," she said and walked closer to me. I stepped back, space, space was needed. The thunder outside roared loudly.

"Casey went home when we left your house. I told him to go. I told him that I needed space to think," she looked at the ground. Was Jane Rizzoli nervous? "I didn't tell him why I needed to be alone, I should have,"

"Then why didn't you?" I asked my curiosity peaking.

"Honestly?" She took a further step towards me, "I didn't want him to stop me from going back to you,"

"But you didn't anyway,"

"I did," she said, standing so close that I could almost feel her breath on me. When did she get so close to me? "I would have climbed to your room too but Ian told me that you were sleeping,"

"I wasn't…wait, Ian? You spoke to Ian?"

"Briefly. He told me that you guys had a minor issue after we left but that everything was sorted. I asked to see you but he said that you were sleeping and that you'd call me when you woke up," she explained.

"Maura…" she whispered. "I'm glad that Ian stopped me last night because…I…I can't keep myself away from you,"

"Then don't," I rasped.

"No…" she whispered and put her hands on my shoulders and gently but firmly pushed me against the wall, her eyes digging into mine. "I mean that when I'm near you I feel my body shaking with want and I'm losing self-control, It's killing me that I'm doing this to Casey," she murmured, I could see tears forming in her eyes. "but at the same time it's destroying me to see you everyday and not being able to take you in my arms and crushing our lips together,"

Crushing…my breathing hitched at the word and her eyes darkened. I tried to distract myself with other matter, I tried to be the bigger person but who were we to try and fight it? With a joint sigh of defeat, we both gave up at the same time. In the instant before our lips met, I had a vision, where in my mind I was standing right at the edge of a skyscraper and if I looked up, I realised I'd already fallen a long way, and that I actually stood on a ledge. If I looked down, I realised that the earth was so far I couldn't even see it. Jane's lips on me felt like an invisible force was pushing me towards the edge and if I were to stumble, I wouldn't be afraid, I'd hold on because I'd know I'd be safe.

My screaming lungs brought me back to reality; I pushed my body closer to hers, arching my spine so that my breasts rubbed against hers. The sound of her approval rushed down to my very core, and I held onto her soaking jacket, my fingers like claws around the collar as my knees buckled. Then her lips left mine and felt like I wanted to cry. Was she regretting the kiss already? Couldn't she see that I needed her right now?

But with an almost animalistic growl, she leaned down and kissed my neck and bit me hard enough to coax several moans and soft screams, "Fuck…" she moaned as she kissed, bitten and licked my neck. My hands raked her back and my fingers dug into her glorious muscles so that she knew and felt just how much I wanted her and how she affected me.

Her lips returned to mine for a few chaste kisses unlike the previous ones these were softer and loving but still contained a little desperation. When our gazes met, our eyes screamed what we couldn't verbalise.

"I can't stop this Maura…" a pained expression came over her face, "I want you. I want you so much that it pains me to see you with Ian,"

The mention of his name made me visibility flinch, "He thinks we're having an affair,"

Her eyes widened, "What did you say?"

"The truth Jane,"

"Which is?"

"We kissed and that I'm sexually attracted to you,"

"Is that all?" She asked after a full minute of silence.

I bit my lips and looked down, "I…ummm, I thought it was merely sexual attraction but, ummm…"

"Maur," she whispered and gently cupped my chin until our eyes met.

"I've been having these constant thoughts that maybe…umm…maybe…" She brought our lips together and we smiled as we kissed.

"Maura, with you sexual attraction isn't enough. I can't stay away from you because it's you! Yes, currently all I want to do is fuck you against every surface in this room and believe me, it's taking all of my self control not too," she said, her eyes looked the darkest I'd ever seen.

Pure, desperate arousal rushed through me at the thought of us together. I couldn't think of anything else, "But, Maura, I just love you. I've been thinking too, hard and I think that I might be falling in love with you,"

This time, I was the one who crushed our lips together, this time, I was the one who spun us around and pushed her against the wall. This time, I was the one who kissed her lips with aggression and desperate need, like her lips were my salvation. A loud thunder rumbled above us, briefly stopping our frenzied kissing, "thunder maura," she murmured and kissed my lips, slowly trailing towards my neck.

My hands brushed against her abdomen, my fingers seeking the hem of her top until I felt her soft, warm skin, "Jane. I want to feel you, this needs to come off," I panted through kisses and pulled her suit jacket off. She nodded and arched against me. Our wet clothes clung together just as desperate as we.

A loud thumping sound reached us, stopping us briefly, "Relax baby, it's just the thunder outside," she breathed, peppering kisses down my exposed shoulder. Looking down, I noticed she had unbuttoned half of my blouse. When had she done this? I smirked but I didn't care. At that moment, I couldn't think but feel…

"Don't call me baby," I grinned and pulled her top over her damp curls, exposing her toned abdomen and simple black bra. I licked my lips and took her physique in, Jane was a beautiful work of art. I could have spent hours just trailing each individual muscles, "Jane you're beautiful," I murmured and kneeled down to kiss the muscles I had just been admiring. My fingers played with the button of her trousers. I wanted to feel more of her but what would this mean?

"Maur, if you touch me...like that, I wouldn't be able to stop,"she moaned. We were so in tuned with one another that nothing couldn't have broken our world.

"I want you Jane. All of you...on all of the surfaces in my office," I grinned, looking up at her. She smiled, her dimples in full display.

"Okay,"

My lips returned to her stomach…

Just then, a loud knock came from my door. I silently thanked the universe for the room separator I had installed in my office, "Maura!"

My eyes widened, Ian.

"Shit," Jane cursed, and sprung away from me. It's amazing how a beautiful moment could be shattered in the space of seconds. We desperately tucked our shirts back into our trousers with laboured breaths.

"In the bathroom," I whispered and gently pushed her towards the door. I'll forever remember the look she gave me because it broke me, the great Jane Rizzoli looked embarrassed and hurt, and probably felt like a cheap, dirty secret. Then it hit me, I've been pitying myself over this from the start but never took a minute to think about the effects it was having on Jane. She had honour and respect and being with me probably broke several moral codes that she had imposed. When had I become so selfish? The knot in my stomach tighten, I'm sorry Jane, my mind screamed.

Ian knocked louder, he was beginning to get impatient, "Maura, why do you have a phone if you never fucking answer it?" Ian yelled as soon as I opened the door.

"I left it in my car, it was raining and...well I'm sorry it just skipped my mind,"

"Huh huh, it just skipped your mind…" he mocked me.

"Was that before or after you and Jane fucked like horny teenagers?" He yelled, "you know what? That's not even important right now. If you had bothered to answer your phone you would have seen the missed calls from me and your mother,"

"What? Why?"

"Your father has died from a heart attack."

-/-

A/N: So? What're you think? I'm already writing the next chapter...there's some angst on the way. So sorry.