Chapter 2

Jane stared at the alley behind The Rossi. There was clearly a struggle, trashcans upturned. She stepped over the crate Kai Rossi had strategically placed at the entrance of the alley.

"Frost, come check this out," she called to her partner.

He stepped closer. "What is it?"

"Blood, probably MJ's."

They looked at the large dark stain on the ground. "God, she must have suffered," Jane said. "Lost a lot of blood."

Frost turned to Maura. "You wanna come check it out, Doc?"

"Yes, I'll be right there." She stared pointedly at the crate blocking her way.

Frost shook his head. "Women," he muttered under his breath.

Jane punched his shoulder, hard. "I'm a woman," she said in a low voice. She passed him and moved the crate out of the way for Maura.

Maura smiled at Jane. "Thank you, Detective," she said softly.

Jane grinned. "Sure thing, Doctor."

They joined Frost, who was still mumbling to himself.

"Snap out of it," Jane said to Frost. "We gotta find this girl. I promised Chase."

"You are on first name terms with Chase Carlson?" Frost gaped.

"Let's just focus on the case, you can drool on your own time."

Maura cleared her throat. "Jane, look at this. I think its a note from the killer."

"What?" Jane was instantly at her side.

Against the wall, written in blood was a note, written in an untidy hand.

"MJ is gone, but don't be scared, write a song, about the one who really cared. She won't return, let your sorrows out, tell the world, what you were all about," Frost read. "What does it mean?"

Jane shuddered. "It means that MJ was murdered by someone she knew."

"How so?"

"Only four people knew that Chase and MJ were dating. They kept it quiet," Jane sighed. "Someone was definitely against their relationship."

Frost groaned. "Dang, I wouldn't have pegged Chase a lesbian."

Jane punched his shoulder again. "Maur, what do you think?"

"Hate crimes are documented from the very beginning of the world. So are crimes of passion."

"Either the killer was against them as a couple, or jelous of one of them," Jane said.

Frost frowned. "But look at the note. That's personally meant for Chase. The killer wants Chase to come out."

"She won't," Jane said. "She's not ready."

"Maur, come to bed," Jane said for the third time.

"Let me just finish up here," Maura typed furiously on her laptop.

Jane rolled onto her stomach and leaned her head against Maura's thigh. "What are you doing, anyway?"

"Research," Maura replied. She glanced at Jane and put the laptop aside. "But it can wait."

Jane grinned, knowing what came next. She pressed a soft kiss to Maura's bare thigh, already tugging at the boxer shorts Maura was wearing. "I love it when you wear my clothes, babe."

Maura smiled and pulled Jane closer to kiss her forehead sweetly. "I know."

Jane got up slowly and moved Maura's laptop to the bedside table. "If I remebmer correctly, I owe you, Doctor Isles," she said softly.

"And how exactly will you repay me, Detective Rizzoli?"

"I am going to blow your mind." She launched forward, pinning Maura down. "Handcuffs?" she asked.

"No," Maura replied. "Not tonight, I can't hold out for that right now."

Jane nipped at Maura's collarbone. "How much can you take tonight?"

"That depends on how much you are giving."

Straddling Maura's waist, Jane tugged at her own shirt. "This thing is itchy. Wanna help me get it off?"

Maura smiled. "Do it yourself. I enjoy watching you undress."

"Oh do you, now?" Jane pulled her shirt over her head and watched as Maura licked her lips. "I love it when you do that. Its so adorable."

Maura yanked Jane down and stared deeply into her eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Jane tugged on Maura's bottom lip with her teeth, running her tongue over it as she sucked it into her mouth. Maura ran her hands over Jane's ribs, sending shivers down her spine.

Jane snuck her hands into Maura's tank top, slowly inching it upwards. Their clothes came off quickly.

"Can I go first?" Maura asked as Jane made to get on top of Maura again.

Jane took a deep breath. "Sure thing, sweetie."