"Rizzoli, are you wearing makeup?" Jane scowled at Korsak as she strolled into the squad room.
"No. You know I don't wear that stuff." She stopped at his desk and debated handing him his coffee.
"I'm serious. You look different. Did you get a good night's sleep for a change or something?" He grabbed for his cup, but Jane yanked it out of his reach.
"No, I had a late night, actually." She held his cup away from him as she took a sip from her own.
"You and Dr. Isles stay late?" He eyed the cup in her hand. "Hey, come on," he gave her a pleading look.
"Sort of," she shrugged. "We left about eight and grabbed some dinner before heading home." She handed him the cup and some sugar packets. "Anything on the case?"
"Not since last night. Frost's digging around through the computer system looking for matches on the car fibers we found. Dr. Isles is finishing up her autopsy report, and I'm looking for any connection between the victim and where we found him. What are you going to do?"
"I think I'll go down to the morgue and see what Maura's found so far that we can use." Jane turned to head toward the elevators when Maura walked into the room.
Jane couldn't help but smile. Maura was wearing her suit jacket from the day before. It looked good on her. The little black dress she had on under it looked equally good, and the heels made her legs look amazing. It took Jane a moment to refocus. By the time she was back on track, Maura was standing in front of Korsak's desk looking expectantly from one detective to the other.
"Good morning, I've finished the autopsy report. I thought you'd appreciate it if I brought the completed report to you." She smiled brightly as she handed Jane the report.
"Yeah, thanks," Jane took it. She could feel the smile covering her face, and she was pretty sure she looked like the biggest dork in the world. "Anything good?"
"Some lacerations, a cracked rib, a punctured lung, and a stab wound to the upper torso."
"Cause of death?"
"The punctured lung," Maura moved to sit down in Jane's desk chair. Jane watched her move across the room and couldn't stop her eyes from roaming over the blonde's legs as Maura crossed them at the knee. "The autopsy results indicate that whatever was used to stab the victim entered the body at a 47 degree angle. It was long enough to puncture the lung and there was enough force at the point of entry to crack the rib where the weapon struck against the ribcage."
Jane was silent for a moment. She shook her head and looked down at the report. "Any idea what the weapon was?"
"Based on the size of the wound and length I believe it was at least 24 inches long, round, with a pointed tip and a flat surface on the opposing end that is perpendicular to the shaft of the weapon."
"A handle." Jane raised an eyebrow at the ME.
"That is one possibility." Maura leaned back in the chair and crossed her arms under her chest.
Jane looked back at Korsak as she rolled her eyes. "Right. So, what fits that kind of description?"
"A fireplace poker." Jane turned completely around. "What?" He shrugged. "I have a fireplace. Mine looks like that."
"Didn't our suspect have one, too?"
"I think so. Guess that's good enough for a warrant. I'll call the DA's office." Korsak picked up the phone and started dialing.
Jane walked over to her desk to look down at Maura. "You're wearing my jacket."
"Do you mind? It was still chilly this morning, and I thought it would accent this dress well." Again, Maura gave her that smile.
"No, I don't mind. I kind of like it." Jane held out her hand to Maura and helped her stand up. "When do I get it back?"
"Tonight?" Maura stepped around Jane to head toward the door.
"What time?" Jane crossed her arms. She gave Maura a smirk.
"Let's say 7. I believe that will give you plenty of time to follow through with your warrant and complete the arrest." Maura walked out of the room. Jane watched her go before she turned around to check on Korsak who was staring hard at her.
"What?"
"Was Dr. Isles wearing your jacket from yesterday?"
Jane tried not to blush. "No," It was clear that Korsak didn't believe her. "Did you get the warrant or what?"
"Yeah, it'll be here soon." He eyed her over the rim of his cup as he sipped his coffee. "Did Dr. Isles ask you to dinner at her place tonight?"
"Yeah, and?" Jane was getting flustered. She could feel herself starting to panic. "We have dinner together on a pretty regular basis, Korsak. What's the problem? Jealous because you have to eat frozen dinners in front of the tv?" She threw her hands up and turned around. With a grunt, she plopped down into her chair.
"Why are you so defensive all of a sudden?"
"Why are you so nosey all of a sudden?" Jane flipped the autopsy report open and started reading. "I have work to do."
Will Jane cut and run, or will she stick with it now that she knows someone suspects? Yeah, I don't really know either...