A/N: Hello, again! Hope you all are well.

This chapter went in a completely different direction than I had originally intended. I hope you will enjoy it.

Rizzoli and Isles are not mine. Never will be.

Originally, the music inspiration for this chapter was still "Jealous" (featuring Tinashe) by Nick Jonas. However, I hit a creative rut, smack dab in the middle of the second part of this story, and I was forced to find a different song. The second portion of the love scene was written while listening to "Winter" by Tori Amos. Think that's strange? Yeah…me too. Don't ask how inspiration struck me in such a way…because I do not know. It is not my intention that you listen to "Winter" while reading, but I suppose you can if you want. It is a really good song after all.

Happy reading!

I never tire of looking through one-way glass at my tenacious detective as she strikes fear into the hearts and minds of the criminals she hunts.

This most recent homicide is as run-of-the-mill as homicides get. Boy meets girl…boy marries girl…girl meets another boy…boy number one catches girl and boy number two in a compromising position…and ends up shooting them both, multiple times, with a 10 gage shotgun.

Sigh.

Both victims' autopsies were fairly messy.

There was more than enough evidence to prove the husband guilty, even if he didn't utter a single word of admittance. The only truly difficult part about this case was actually catching the culprit. He seemed to have vanished after taking the lives of his wife and her lover.

After finishing my paperwork and making my usual rounds to assess the current state of the morgue, I found I had some spare time on my hands.

With the morgue in such great order, and with only twenty minutes left in the work day, I had wanted to close my office early for the weekend and go home to make a nice dinner. However, when I called up to the bullpen to make Jane aware of my intensions, Korsak had informed me that the suspect of this most recent killing had been picked up by uniformed officers and Jane was preparing to interrogate him.

It had been quite a while since I had the time to watch Jane interrogate a suspect, so I closed my office and headed up to observe the action.

This man is just too young and inexperienced to stand any kind of a chance against Detective Jane Rizzoli.

He had originally claimed to have had no involvement with the murders, but the evidence was heavily stacked against him. It would be easy to disprove his claims of innocence of course, but Jane loves a challenge too much to back down from a simple 'it wasn't me'.

After just over thirty minutes of interrogating him, Jane has effectively reduced him to tears and pathetic sobs as he confesses.

I inwardly smile as I watch a satisfied grin pull at the corner of Jane's lips. With the weekend ahead of us, and the detective having affectively acquired a full confession off of the only active case she is currently assigned to, Jane will be in a promisingly good mood when she comes over to my home this evening.

I leave the detectives to conclude their interview and I walk out to Jane's desk to await her arrival.

When I get there, I find that another woman is already perched in my usual spot on the corner of Jane's desk.

She's adorned in the Police Department's traditional uniform, light blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun behind her head.

The officer is petit, in fact, similar in height to myself, but with less curves and more of an athletic build. Appearing to be barely in her mid-twenties, I all but conclude that she is relatively new to the force.

Simple observations such as these generally wouldn't affect my state of mind, but I find my previously chipper and excited mood turns a little…sour.

The officer has not only sat in MY spot, but she has also picked-up the picture of Jane and I, which Jane lovingly keeps on her desk, and is blatantly staring at it. I may have wondered if she were fixated on the image of Jane or myself, if it weren't for the fact that her thumb is covering my face as she smiles down at the photo.

I incline my head, just slightly, as I walk over to speak with her.

I take position, no more than two feet in front of her, but she is too lost in her own thoughts and the laughing image of my girlfriend to notice my arrival.

Trying not to appear too terribly upset, I clear my throat to get her attention. The pleased feeling I get when she gasps and snaps her head up with whiplash force, should make me feel a little petty.

It doesn't.

Her wide crystal blue eyes relax, as does her posture, as she looks me up and down.

Maybe she thought she had been caught by someone else. I certain raven-haired detective, perhaps?

A tight smile graces my lips as I offer a greeting. "Hello. Is there something I can help you with, Officer…?"

Her brows pull together as she regards me, a defensive look overtaking her expression. "Is this your desk?" She asks, failing to introduce herself.

"No. It is not." I respond, eyes narrowing.

"Then I guess I didn't come here for your help, Miss…?"

Rude!

"It's Doctor, actually." I proudly declare, holding her challenging gaze with an icy glare of my own. "Doctor Isles. The Chief Medical Examiner."

The prestige of my title does nothing to deter her and she hums in unimpressed acknowledgement of my statement. To my extreme displeasure, she returns her gaze to the photo, which she still holds in her hands.

Just as I am about to inquire further on just who the hell this woman thinks she is, our tense bubble is burst by the sound Jane's boisterous arrival.

My head turns and I smile at the childish sight of Jane and Korsak high-fiving in celebration of the all-but-closed case. I overhear Vince tell Jane that he needs to run paperwork to the District Attorney's office as he grabs his blazer and leaves.

Jane strolls over to us, head held high in victory.

I chance a quick glance back to the uniform and inwardly sneer as I notice that she has returned the photo to its original position and is now standing with her hands behind her back.

It's hard not to see the excitement in the officer's eyes. My possessiveness dies down, just a bit, as I analyze her awed expression.

Hero worship.

After everything that Jane has achieved and overcome in her time with the department, she has become something of a legend. I can see how such notoriety would be exacerbated in the eyes of a young woman, who is striving to achieve the same status in her own career.

Perhaps my jealousy made me jump to irrational conclusion where the young officer is concerned.

But that thought is extinguished when bright blue eyes begin to leer over every inch of the approaching detective's form. Her lips pulling into a dreamy smirk.

"Hey, Doc!" Jane happily greets me.

I can't help but smile back at her, not wanting to detract from Jane's good mood with my own feelings of jealousy.

The brunette motions toward the officer standing by as she introduces her.

"I see you've met Officer Schreiner…?" She half asks. "She found my perp for me." Jane says, while giving a grateful nod in the blonde's direction.

For her part, the officer grins and stands a little straighter. "It was a simple warrant arrest off of a routine traffic stop, Ma'am. I was just doing my job."

Jane steps toward her and places a hand on her shoulder. "Yes you were. A damn good job at that. I'll be sending a note to your supervisor regarding your help in this case."

The young woman flushes, which I can excuse in light of the generous compliment, but the shiver that I see run through her body at Jane's contact is pushing it.

"Thank you ma'am." She says through a wide smile.

"My partner is running all the paperwork over to the DA right now, so you're good to transport him to lock-up." Jane says, dropping her hand back down to her side.

I watch the officer's expression falter then turn determined as she takes a quick breath and parts her lips to speak. Before she can voice whatever comment or question is on her mind, I step forward and place a hand on Jane's elbow.

Jane turns and looks to me in question.

"I'm going to head home and start dinner. Will you have much overtime?"

Jane raises both her hands to rub up and down my arms as she shakes her head. "No. I just have a few things to finish up. I should be over in an hour or so.

"Sounds perfect." I purr as I stand on my tip-toes to place a loving peck to her lips. When we part, I slide my lips to whisper in her ear. "However, be sure you don't keep me waiting too long, Detective Rizzoli."

I step back and give the mesmerized woman a playful wink.

"So yeah…" Jane responds, jaw hanging slightly slack, eyes locked onto mine. "Like I said, I'll be over in thirty minutes."

"That's my girl." I say, loud enough for both women to hear.

I turn from Jane to once again address the officer, whose eyes have dropped back to the photo on Jane's desk. She looks up and meets my gaze…her gaze falls to the picture once more…then back up to me. I watch as realization washes over her features, a flush coloring the fair skin of her face.

"It was nice meeting you, Officer….Schreiner was it?" I declare in as sweet a tone as I can muster.

"Y-yes, ma'am…Doctor." She stammers out "It was nice meeting you, too."

There is an expression that I have often heard Jane use in situations such as these. As I turn on my heel, leaving a breathless detective and abashed officer in my wake, I can't help but feel it is entirely appropriate in this moment.

BOOM BITCH!

Feeling ten feet tall and bullet proof, I glance back over my shoulder as I exit the bullpen.

Jane is already seated at her desk, hard at work, while Officer Schreiner tries, and fails, to get her attention before her shoulders slump and she leaves to gather her prisoner.

As I watch the officer stalk off toward the holding cell, even I have to admit that the young woman cuts an impressive form in the BPD uniform. Before this stray observation can float away, a devious thought crosses my mind.

I wonder…

The familiar sound of Jane's car pulling into my drive sends a thrill of anticipation through me.

From my bedroom, I hear the front door open and close, then listen as footsteps proceed into the kitchen while the detective calls my name.

She's probably wondering why the kitchen is dark and unoccupied. No sign of dinner being cooked. No happy girlfriend to greet her.

I listen to her call my name once again and I take a deep breath to quell my bubbling excitement, before answering.

"Bedroom, Jane!"

I nearly laugh as I hear fast paced footsteps rush to the stairs, then become minimal as Jane ascends the obstacle, no doubt bounding up multiple stairs at a time.

Once the brunette rounds the corner to stand in my bedroom doorway, she stops in her tracks as she takes in the sight before her.

So…this was a bit of a risk. We haven't ever tried roll playing to this extend before, but I want to be sure that any time a uniformed officer is around, the image she is processing at this very moment is always in the back of her mind.

When I got home after leaving headquarters, I went to the guest room closet, where I had carefully stored Jane's dress uniform after having it dry cleaned and pressed after the last awards ceremony we attended. Along with her uniform, was a spare duty belt with basic equipment holders attached, all polished to a shine for ceremonial uses only.

I had originally struggled to select which articles of clothing/equipment to wear and which to leave behind.

After careful planning and consideration, I'm now standing before Jane in a Boston Police Department, extra-long, long-sleeved uniform shirt. The top few buttons are undone, partly for the enticing view of my cleavage being on display, but mostly because my own bust is significantly larger than Jane's and I needed the extra room. Her duty belt is secured, loosely, around my waist, an extra pair of handcuffs and an empty gun holster secured in their standard place along the polished leather. In place of the slightly itchy wool uniform pants, I opted for my favorite pair of sheer lace stockings. My ensemble is completed with the shiny pair of black heels on my feet and the uniform dress hat, sitting slightly crooked atop my head.

"You're late." I say, with a stern tone of voice.

Jane is frozen in place and I watch, a tad bit smug, as every synopsis in her brain is overloaded.

"Yeah…there was…traffic…and…" Her eyes wander up and down my form as she wets her lips and takes a breath.

"Hi." She finally manages with a goofy grin.

"Your tardiness is unacceptable, Miss Rizzoli. I'm afraid there are consequences you must endure in light of your insolence." I state in a surprisingly threatening tone as I stalk toward her.

Jane's mouth completely comes unhinged and her brows shoot to her hairline.

"M-Maura?"

"Quiet!" I demand, stepping around her still immobile form. "You have the right to remain silent." I purr in her ear as I come to stand behind her.

I place my hands on her shoulders and run them down the lengths of her arms until I secure them around her wrists. "I have reasonable belief to suspect that you are in possession of a weapon. I'm going to have to conduct a thorough search of your person."

I hear an audible gulp as my lover's knees begin to shake. "Whatever you feel is necessary…officer."

A sly smile forms on my lips as I remove Jane's blazer and toss it somewhere in a corner of the room. I bring her hands to the small of her back and hold them in one firm grasp as I use my now free hand to remove a silver pair of handcuffs from my belt. I carefully secure the cuffs around her wrists, bringing my lips to her ear once they are in place to lovingly ask, "Is this okay?"

Her only response is a quick nod of her head and I place a gentle kiss to her neck before slipping back into character.

"Spread your feet apart." I instruct and Jane quickly complies.

Starting at her head, I begin to massage her scalp and comb my fingers through her raven hair. My hands caress down her neck on their path to her shoulders. I slip my wandering appendages further down her back, slide them under her arms, and bring them to her front.

I slowly undo the buttons of her collared shirt. Once I'm done, I allow my hands to caress the toned muscles of her stomach before sliding up toward her bra-clad chest.

She moans at the contact and I feel her chest begin to rise and fall at a faster rate. I pull the cotton garment down to expose her olive toned breasts to the cool air, then cup them in both my palms and hum in delight as her nipples harden to sharp peaks against my skin. I pinch and tease the excited flesh for several moments until I feel her arms begin to flex and struggle against the cuffs restraining them.

"Don't resist me, ma'am. You won't like the outcome." I growl.

She gasps at the statement and I lower my right hand to her waist, where I know her gun is secured in its holster. Once I come into contact with the weapon, I carefully grasp the hilt and release the catch on the holster.

"I'm going to have to confiscate your firearm, ma'am." I say, pausing to give her a chance to tell me 'no'.

I'm filled with adoration as she does not protest. The amount of trust that she instills in me still, to this day, nearly brings me to happy tears.

Oh so carefully, always maintaining strict trigger and muzzle discipline, I remove her duty weapon from her belt and turn around to place it on the dresser behind me.

Once my task is complete, I turn back around and press my front flush to her back. One hand returns to her exposed breasts, while the other slips down to the front of her pants and skillfully undoes the belt buckle it encounters.

After the belt is loose and the front of her slacks are opened soon after, I glide my hand down the front of her pants and begin to massage her over her panties.

She whimpers in response and her thighs begin to shake as I dip down lower and gasp at the fact that she has completely soaked through the cotton fabric covering her intimate flesh. Her breathing starts to become erratic as my ministrations become firmer and more insistent.

"Please Maur…" She starts to plead.

"Please 'what'?"

"I…need…" She gasps before I interrupt her.

"Oh, I know what you need. But, you are in no position to be making demands." I declare, then walk her forward to the edge of my bed and bend her over at the waist, so that her upper body is resting on the plush surface.

I stand tall behind her and press my pelvis firmly in her backside, allowing my hands to massage and squeeze the gloriously toned flesh.

In a moment, the reality of the situation laid out before me, hits me like a brick wall.

My strong, take-charge detective has allowed me complete and utter control of this situation. She is literally helpless before me. Scarred hands secured behind her back, body bent over my bed.

Of course, she knows that I will immediately respond to the slightest hint of objection. But the power that I have over her in this moment is giving me one of the most sensual highs I have ever experienced in my life.

Taking a deep breath to center myself, I take advantage of Jane's position to conduct a mock-search of her lower body.

I take a step back and bend over to bring my hands to her left ankle. Raking my hands up her leg, to the crotch of her pants, I apply enough pressure to make her grunt and roll her hips, searching for more satisfying contact. I deny her silent request, for the moment, and continue on, running my hands down her right leg.

After completing my pat-down, I kneel and remove her boots, then stand once more. I hook my fingers into the waist of her slacks, as well as the panties underneath, then drag the fabrics down her legs and remove them from her body.

Once my task is complete, I survey my handy-work and leer at the sight of Jane's dripping sex, unabashedly exposed for my viewing pleasure. My eyes slide to meet Jane's heated gaze as she looks at me from over her shoulder. I wink at her before returning my gaze to her slick flesh, all the possibilities of what I can do to this woman flashing rapidly through my mind.

My own heart is close to bursting through my chest as I, once again, settle my hands on her rear.

The flames of my burning desire are momentarily dowsed as my palms register the trembling skin beneath. I quickly slide my hands up to Jane's back and arms, only to discover that her entire body is shaking.

I look back up to Jane's face, eyes still peering up at me, and find that her beautiful brown orbs are beginning to shine.

Worry washes over me. "Jane? I'll stop." I quickly stride toward the bedside table, where I have left a handcuff key, but freeze as Jane speaks, her voice breaking slightly.

"No! Maura. Please. Don't stop."

The raw emotion and need in her voice invokes a different kind of arousal in me. I want Jane to know, no matter what, I will love her. Always. Completely. Unconditionally.

I return to my previous spot behind her and use one hand to slide along the length of her sex, while the other wraps around her waist to play with her engorged clitoris.

Jane's eyes slide closed and she cries out at the action.

I still my motions for just a moment. "Jane. Look at me sweetie."

Jane's eyes flutter open, staring at me with a kind of trust that I will never, as long as I live, allow myself to betray.

"I love you." I declare as I slide two fingers inside of her, my opposite hand finding a firm, but gentle rhythm against her bundle of nerves.

Her eyes shut again but fly back open when I protest. "Keep them open, Jane. Look at me."

Bless her. She dutifully keeps her eyes on me while I increase my pace and add an additional finger to her tight heat. She begins to roll her hips again, moaning and gasping in delight as I play with various angles and depths.

"I'm close." She gasps out, before too much time can pass.

The warning was unnecessary. Her hips are thrusting wildly to meet my fingers and I can feel the start of a fluttering deep within her.

Her elated cries become almost pained as she teeters on the precipice of her release.

"Its okay, Jane." I tell her. "I'm right here, baby. I've got you."

A few thrust later, her body is spasming beneath me. I press into her as far as I can, without causing pain, as I allow her to ride out the waves of ecstasy. Her head has shot out in front of her, face directed at the headboard, as she cries out my name.

As her body begins to relax, she drops her face into the comforter below her and I carefully wiggle my fingers inside of her, doing my best to draw out every last twitch of her orgasm.

Once I am satisfied, I remove myself from my lover and retrieve the handcuff key. I release Jane from the restraints and cringe a little at the red marks around her wrist. They aren't serious injuries. Simple chaffing caused by Jane staining against them.

I watch as Jane crawls up the bed to lay her head on a pillow, eyes shut. She comes to rest on her side, slightly curling in on herself.

I take the opportunity to remove my make-shift uniform, leaving me dressed in only a bra and my stockings.

When I'm done, I stand at the foot of the bed, feeling uncertain. After a few silent minutes pass, Jane opens her eyes and looks down at me. She smiles and holds out her hand in invitation.

My body fills with relief as I, too, crawl up the bed to lay behind her. I wrap her in my arms and begin to pepper as much of her body as I can read, in loving kisses.

When I start kissing her ear, she chuckles and shrugs against me.

I stop for a moment and look down at her.

"That tickles." She says, playfully.

I offer a short giggle in response and snuggle closer into her.

Our breathing settles and I place my hand over her chest, reveling in the strong heart beat that I feel beneath her skin.

"No one will ever see that side of me. Ever. You are the only one I will ever trust like this Maura."

My heart fills to the point of bursting. I am literally so full of pride and love that it borders on painful.

I give her a comforting squeeze as I respond. "I know. You're so beautiful, Jane. I love you so much. Thank you for trusting me."

Another bout of relaxed silence passes between us. She continues to lay in my arms, facing away from me, but she has started to trail the tips of her fingers up and down my arms, which are still wrapped protectively around her.

"Hey Maura?"

"Hmm?"

"You look fucking hot in that outfit."

The sounds of our laughter are the last of the night as we eventually fall asleep; the love of my life safe and secure in my loving embrace.

A/N: So…here's the thing. If someone put on my uniform and restrained me with my own handcuffs…I doubt the scene that is portrayed above would be the outcome. I know that it may seem a little silly to some people that Jane would find this scenario arousing…but…maybe if it is Maura who is in charge? Maybe, if Jane trusted Maura as much as I portray her to in my writing, she would get more out of this than just a sexual release? It's hard sometimes, to always be expected to be the one taking charge of damn near everything. It was difficult for me to write this scene, but I found the idea of giving Maura complete control over Jane, very…intriguing.

I hope you all enjoyed the chapter! I'm running a little low on creative mojo, so feel free to leave a comment, or message me with songs and/or ideas.

mrj726: "Drunk in Love" is noted and will be reflected in the next chapter. As always, thank you for your suggestions!

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