Okay, so Frost's okay
Jane glanced around the morgue, her eyes landing on the scene between Maura and Frost. "Hey, what are you two doing anyway?" Jane charged in toward the two. She glanced down to see Frost's hand covering Maura's and she could feel the anger swirling around in the pit of her stomach. Never one to think before doing, Jane did the one thing her brain would let her do at the very moment. She ran her hand under Maura's elbow, opposite the hand Frost was touching and pulled her away. "Maura, you're supposed to be helping me with these files." She turned to call over her shoulder as she gently but quickly guided the doctor away from her partner, "And you're supposed to be finishing up reports up stairs. You look sick, Frost. Why don't you go sit down at your desk and focus on something you can handle?"
She narrowed her eyes at the man still leaning on the sink behind them before she turned back to the blonde whose arm she still held. "Maura, what's going with Frost?"
A parade of emotions traipsed across Frost's face as his shoulders twitched asnd he startled. Embarrassment at being caught in the midst of trying to make some time with Maura was followed by affront at having his attempt interrupted, then by acceptance as he realized that after all, Jane was the senior partner with every right to remind him to do his job. Still, she didn't have to point out his weakness. He huffed as he withdrew, resenting the hell out of all of those things, but especially the last. It was effective, though, give her that, he thought as he cringed at Jane's subtle insult of his manhood. He couldn't have done it better himself, if it had been himself walking in the door and finding someone else moving in on his girl.
His girl? Moving in? Frost took a moment to just stare at Rizzoli, even as the senior detective carried on with whatever was so important. Was he, in fact, moving in on her girl? Did she have the right to smack him down for it? Neither of them had said anything about it, and the Doc hadn't resisted him at all. Then again, in a male-dominated environment, which he was sensitive enough to recognize and acknowledge, maybe they didn't feel safe. Not even with himself and Korsak, and he'd bet dollars to doughnuts he knew why. The two of them had teased Rizzoli often enough, all in good fun. But, what if she'd taken it personally? What if there was truth in the teasing matter, and the Doc was too polite to say so, and Rizzoli was too protective of the Doc, or too worried about being perceived as yet another minority? That, Frost could understand. If he'd been gay as well as black, he would have shut his mouth about it, too.
Frost headed for the door, then turned around to look one more time at the way Rizzoli's hand was still holding and stroking the Doc's forearm. As he drew his eyes up to his partner's face, catching her gaze for just a moment, he nodded once in acceptance. He wouldn't interfere again, he silently promised. It was hard enough being the first and only female detective in Boston; he wouldn't get in the way if Jane Rizzoli had actually decided she cared enough about Doc Isles to take a chance on even more harassment. Once he'd communicated his message with a quick chin lift (Guy nod, he thought to himself), or at least thought he had, Frost headed for the elevator, eyes still a bit widened with all the surprise of his sudden burgeoning of insight. The last thought he had before the elevator doors opened on his own floor was that he would take this information to his grave, unless Rizzoli herself were to tell Korsak and the rest of God's green earth.