Hey everybody! So I know it's been longer than I anticipated but some issues came up and you just can't help it, you know? So let's see if we can't get back into this, shall we?
Not So Sunny and Cher
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Maura slowly regained consciousness as the first light crept into her bedroom. It was definitely dawn but the day was starting out overcast so the grayed light bounced around the white walls casting a darker, more somber hue. However, Maura felt anything but as she came to awareness. The first thing she felt was the lulling rise and fall of Jane's chest under her cheek. Somehow they had not shifted at all in the night with her fingers ensnared with Jane's resting above the brunette's heart that beat steadily against their hands. Jane's arm held her firmly in place around her shoulder and Maura's leg claimed the brunette as she draped it over her narrow hip. She smiled against olive skin as her mind was filled with the memories of last night.
Maura had felt shaken after her fight with her mother. She had stormed out of the Fairfield's mansion to escape her biting criticism. It had started off with the disapproval of Jane but then had snowballed into other aspects of her life. Her mother had spoken very harshly in regards to her profession calling it morbid and common. Then she had moved on to criticizing her lack of marriage, and how she was going to have children with that woman. All of it caused her to wonder whether or not the happiness that Jane gave her was enough to sustain the relationship. She was distressed until the detective gracefully offered to bow out and she remembered the heart shattering experience of not being with Jane. Maura knew that her girlfriend would always be worth it. She was willing to sacrifice everything for Maura and the blonde realized she wanted to do the exact same for her. That night she had needed to manifest that love for Jane. She needed to feel her girlfriend's hands on her and inside of her, replacing all of her pain with unadulterated desire and adoration.
Maura heard a gentle morning rain begin to patter on the roof over head. She cracked open her eyes to look at Jane. The detective was beautiful with her raven hair spilling over the white pillow. As Maura gazed at her serene features, she became aware of the warmth the Jane was emitting from underneath her. She was soft and firm as Maura carefully shifted until she was completely straddling the detective. Miraculously the detective did not wake up as the blonde smirked and started to place hot kisses on her neck. That certainly got her attention as Jane began to stir with a low moan in the back of her throat. Maura kissed up her strong jaw until their lips found each other.
Jane grinned as Maura pulled back for a moment, "Good morning."
Emphasizing the good, Maura just smiled back as she rejoined their mouths in a languid kiss. Jane brought up her hands to Maura's hips, her thumbs caressing the bone there. The doctor pressed her core into Jane's as she dipped her tongue playfully, teasingly into the brunette's mouth. Jane groaned in satisfaction as Maura trailed her kisses to nibble on her earlobe, "You are killing me Maur."
"I want you Jane." Maura breathed into her ear causing the detective to shudder.
"God, you are going to make me come just like this." Jane's hands helped Maura to start steadily rocking on top on her while Jane canted her hips upward to meet them.
Maura gasped at the movement, "No, I want to… taste you."
The doctor felt her cheeks blush but she hid it in Jane's thick mane as she continued to kiss her neck. Jane could only mewl in approval as Maura traveled down her chest to her round breasts. The blonde closed her mouth around her nipple sucking it gently before flicking her tongue over it, earning an expletive from Jane. Maura willed herself to move south but found herself unsure of what to do. She stopped to look down at her girlfriend, "Jane… I've never… with a woman before and…"
Surprisingly the aroused detective just smirked, "Well then."
Maura found herself being flipped over so that Jane was settled between her thighs, her knees still hooked over her iliac crests, "I'll show you and we will go from there."
Jane blazed down Maura's body, leaving scorching kisses on her stomach before she reached her destination with the doctor's toned legs over her strong shoulders. The blonde arched her back as Jane slowly licked her way through Maura's wetness, "Oh Jane."
"Now pay attention Doctor." Maura could hear the teasing in her voice as she continued to deliberately stroke her hot center. The blonde did try to take note of how Jane's tongue moved through her, how she drew tantalizing circles around her clit but she quickly got lost in the sensation as the pleasure built between her legs. Her heel dug into Jane's back as her fingers twisted in the sheets. Finally she felt release as she toppled over the edge, her orgasm quivering through her body while Jane drew it out for as long as she could. When it subsided, she fell back against the sheets as she regained her breath. Jane moved back up, placing sporadic kisses along the way until her lips captured Maura's. Jane pulled away, bumping her nose into Maura's, "Do you want to give it a try or do you need me to show you again?"
The doctor did not answer verbally. Instead she determinedly pushed Jane off of her and back onto the mattress, fusing their mouths together in a passionate kiss. Before she lost her nerve, Maura pulled away and slunk down, worshiping Jane's abdominals, then moving further until she was placed where Jane was moments earlier. The blonde stalled by kissing the sweet skin of Jane's inner thigh before at last coming up to first slip her tongue into her lover's glistening folds.
"Shit, Maur."
Maura hummed to herself at the initial feeling of the slick heat against her mouth. She tried to remember the steps that Jane had taken but everything went out of her head as she continued to explore. Her doubts dissipated as she became more accustomed to the territory and she let her actions come naturally, instead of being in her normal state of over thinking. She experimented with broad, flat strokes to more intricate swirls with the tip of her tongue, anything to keep Jane's vocal approval. The brunette threaded her fingers through Maura's hair, not guiding, just gripping in encouragement while her hips sought Maura's mouth. The doctor lavished attention on Jane's swollen clit and the detective's muscles began to flutter against her, "Maur, oh my god… Maura."
Jane's orgasm ripped through her body and Maura kept up her caresses until her girlfriend's body stilled. She crawled to the top of the bed resting her head on Jane's shoulder. Her eyes were still shut and she was panting lightly now. The blonde drew light patterns onto her girlfriend's stomach, waiting. At last Jane peered down at Maura with a chuckle, "You sure you haven't done this before?"
"Quite sure." Maura returned her smile bashfully.
"That was fantastic."
"Well I am a doctor Jane. I do have intimate knowledge of anatomy."
"I'll say." Jane turned Maura over, holding her securely around the waist while Maura's hands tried to brush through her tangled locks.
"You're amazing, you know that?" Jane pecked her on the lips.
"I do now." Maura's hand glided over her cheekbones.
"I just can't get enough of you." Jane began to kiss Maura's chest. The blonde relaxed under the tender affection but she soon found Jane had other ideas in mind as her mouth found sensitive places.
"Jane, wait, we need to get ready for work." She weakly protested.
"I don't want to." Jane mumbled against her breast.
"We'll be late." Maura's breath hitched as Jane's fingers snaked through her trim curls. The detective did not appear to be listening though. Maura used every ounce of her self-control to wriggle out of Jane's grasp. The detective looked comically surprised when her girlfriend was not underneath her anymore.
"Maur…" Jane complained as the blonde got up wrapping the sheet around herself.
"Jane…" She mocked the suddenly petulant detective.
"Can't we call in sick and say we can't get out of bed? It would be half true."
"You know we might have time if we condense our activities."
Jane perked up, her interest peaked as Maura elaborated, "I'm going to take a shower."
She turned and began walking to her bathroom, pausing in the doorframe, "Are you coming?"
Maura purposefully dropped the blanket leaving it rumpled on the floor before she slipped out of sight. She giggled as she heard Jane scrambling to catch up with her.
/
"Morning Vince." Jane dropped off a steaming cup of coffee at his desk.
"Jane, you seem…" He trailed off and Jane sent him a look that said 'be careful what you say next'. "Energetic."
"Am I not allowed to be happy?" Jane asked as she eased back into her seat, nursing her own thermos of piping hot coffee that the doctor had special ordered from Morocco or somewhere. Maura had given Jane her own thermos after she was tired of seeing Jane scald her hand with hot coffee as she tried to take a regular mug to go. That and Jane could not seem to remember to return Maura's mugs no matter how many times she asked. Of course the brilliant doctor went out and fixed the problem by buying Jane a personal, environmental friendly travel container. Jane marveled at how her girlfriend improved her life. Obviously, not burning herself was just a small instance of how Maura took care of her, but it rippled throughout her day as a reminder of how wonderful the woman truly was. She had not realized how alone she was until Maura came along. Jane always had her family and friends but she had not known how fulfilling it was to be loved in this way.
"You're allowed to be happy… but didn't you go to that fancy party with Maura last night and meet her parents?"
"I did." Jane nodded.
"So it went well?"
"Absolutely not." Jane scoffed. "They hated me."
"I see." Korsak gave her a knowing grin.
"What?" Her eyes narrowed at him.
"Nothing." He acted innocently but he could not wipe the smile off his face.
"Korsak…"
"It just seems like you and Dr. Isles may have… slid into home base last night."
"Oh gross." Jane scrunched her face in disgust, "I don't want to talk about this with you. It's like talking about it with my father."
Korsak laughed uncomfortably, "I'm not old enough to be your father."
"Right. Still not discussing my sex life with you."
"Regardless, I'm happy for you Jane." He said honestly.
"Why Vince are you going soft on me?" Jane joked good-naturedly.
Her partner snorted, "Not on your life."
"Oh good, I was starting to worry." Jane rolled her eyes.
"Worry about what?" Jane spun in her chair as Maura glided into the bullpen. Jane unconsciously licked her lips at the appearance of her girlfriend. She looked gorgeous in her deep maroon dress and the gray blazer she had paired with it. Her hair perfectly styled, unlike the last time she had seen Maura who had been dripping wet in a bathrobe and shoving Jane playfully out the door because she was being a 'nuisance'. Admittedly the detective had kept sneaking her hands into the silky material as Maura had attempted to get ready.
"Nothing babe." Jane grinned as her eyes roamed the blonde's curves like it was the first time. "You look nice."
"Thank you." Maura leaned against Jane's desk, crossing her heels. "You look nice as well Jane."
Jane unashamedly stared at the doctor, practically undressing her with her eyes. She had always enjoyed appreciating Maura's body but now that she had completely enjoyed all it had to offer, she could not stop her thoughts from slipping into dirty territory. The detective grinned as she noticed Maura's eyes lingering on her form. It seemed Maura was having the same problem with an almost ravenous look on her face, as if she were going to rip open her black button up right there in the precinct. Their very public location did not seem to matter. The dam had been broken and nothing could stop the innate desire that sparked between them.
Korsak coughed uncomfortably. That seemed to bring Maura back a little bit as she turned to face the older gentleman looking slightly embarrassed, "How are you today Vince?"
Jane was not so easily deterred as she rested her hand on Maura's calf muscle then caressed up to the back of Maura's knee. She stroked the susceptible skin there while Maura tried to ignore her.
"I'm alright Doc. Not as good as you two I would say."
"We're doing alright." Maura's eyes glowed as she found Jane's again.
"I can see that." He chuckled just as Lieutenant Cavanaugh came striding into the bullpen to make an announcement.
"Alright, listen up people." He called everyone to attention. All eyes turned to their prickly leader as he rubbed his dry hands together, "Human Resources is throwing its annual Halloween party in a couple weeks and you are all required to attend."
Everyone, except for Maura who looked absolutely thrilled at the prospect, filled the room with a collective groan. Cavanaugh continued, "Pipe down. Last year you all bailed and only the custodial staff came so now it's mandatory. You will be there and in costume on the 31th, got it?"
The precinct grumbled in consent while Maura turned to Jane excitedly, "Does that mean I am invited?"
"Of course you are. You work here too. Why do you seem so pumped about this?"
"I've never been to a Halloween party before." Maura confessed.
"Never?" Korsak asked surprised.
"I was not a social child."
"Where did you go after trick or treating?" Korsak wondered.
"I have never been trick or treating." Maura shrugged.
"Never?" His shock was back.
"My au pair tried to take me once but I was so afraid I apparently hyperventilated before we could make it to the first house. The only thing I remember about the day was waking up in my microbiologist costume and Camille buying me my own bag of candy." Maura added thoughtfully after, "Not that I ate it. I was very cavity conscious at that age."
Jane and Korsak just stared at her. Maura looked perplexed, "What?"
"How do you dress up as a microbiologist?" Jane asked almost afraid to know the answer.
"I wore a lab coat and carried my Agar plates." The doctor stated as if it were obvious. "My microscope was too heavy."
"Agar plates?" Korsak scratched his goatee.
"My bacteria cultures. I was afraid of germs so I would swab the surfaces of my house and grow cultures to see if they fell within acceptable limits." Maura explained.
"How old were you?" Jane raised an eyebrow.
"I think I was 8." Maura squeezed some of the hand sanitizer from Jane's desk onto her palms and rubbed the soap over her skin.
"Holy sh-" Korsak began to say but Jane instantly spoke over him changing the subject.
"So Vince, what are you going as to the party?" She shot him a glare, not wanting Maura to feel alienated because of her unusual childhood. Not that she thought anything of her girlfriend's interesting costume choice. In fact, she found it incredibly endearing.
"Ah," The older detective faltered slightly as he quickly switched gears, "I have a Santa Claus suit I wear for my nieces and nephews. I think I will just wear that."
"That is nice." Maura smiled, "What about you Jane?"
Korsak laughed, "Janie is the same thing every year."
The brunette grinned, "It works. I'm a cop."
"But you already are an officer Jane." The blonde seemed disappointed.
"Yeah so? I don't like dressing up and I already have the uniform."
"But Jane, isn't the point of Halloween to be something you are not?"
Before she could answer, Korsak interjected, "Well won't you to be going together? You could do a couples costume."
The medical examiner straightened her back and clapped her hands in delight, "Oh please Jane, could we?"
"No, no." Jane shook her head vehemently.
"Why not?" Maura's pout instantly begin to break Jane down.
"Because it's cheesy Maur." Jane whined.
"No, it's sweet. Please Jane."
Jane just stubbornly crossed her arms and sealed her mouth shut despite knowing that she had most likely already lost this battle. The blonde's eyes narrowed dangerously as she leaned forward placing her mouth right next to her ear, "Jane, do you remember this morning in the shower?"
Maura purred lowly so only she could hear causing a sympathetic jolt to settle in her stomach, "Um, yeah."
She croaked and gulped at the memory. Maura smirked, pleased with the reaction and went on, "You know that takes a lot of flexibility and I work hard to maintain such agility. If you would like for that to happen again, I think you should reevaluate your decision."
Jane looked horrified as she whispered, "Really? You're already threatening to withhold sex?"
Maura sat back up, "It's your choice."
Jane groaned, "Fine, we will find a couples costume. But I have veto power. Like we are not going as Sonny and Cher. And I'm not wearing a dress."
"You would make a good Cher, Jane." Korsak looked tickled.
"Oh yeah, and Maur would look great with a moustache." Jane scoffed.
"I can't grow facial hair." Maura stared at them blankly and for a beat Jane thought she was being serious. Then her lip ticked upward for just a moment and Jane laughed with the realization that her girlfriend was being funny. Vince caught on and joined in too.
"You're alright Doc." Korsak muttered, shaking his head in amusement.
"Thank you Vince." Maura beamed.
Suddenly Jane's phone began to ring, followed by Korsak's, and finally a vibrating came from Maura's jacket pocket.
"Korsak."
"This is Dr. Isles."
"Rizzoli."
The three of them answered their phones listening intently to the voice on the other end directing them were to go. Indicating that they were on their way, they hung up. Jane stood first and tapped Maura's hip, "Go get your coat. I'll drive."
"I'll meet you two in the parking lot." Maura took the time to peck Jane on the cheek causing the normally hard detective to grin like a fool as she watched her girlfriend's hips swing away. Jane was interrupted in her blatant staring by Korsak who had started to imitate the sound of a cracking whip.
"Shut it old man." Jane glowered playfully as she reestablished her dour nature to storm off to the car. Still a smile would not stop slipping to her lips.
/
Jane pulled up to a shabby looking house, cordoned off with police tape. Neighbors gathered around curiously with their bathrobes still on under their coats as they peered to see if they could catch a glimpse of the action. One woman still had curlers in her hair.
"Great, we have the neighborhood watch committee." Jane sighed.
"I have to meet with my team." Maura said as she got out of the car and headed over to the crime scene van.
"We'll see you in there." Jane called after her as she and Korsak approached an officer who stood on the edge of a lawn that was mostly dirt anyhow, damp and muddy from the morning rain. The little two-story looked as if it had been quaint once upon a time but the area had gone downhill and seen better days as it fell into a state of neglect. The white siding was grimy with dust that had kicked up over the years and the home was missing one of its shutters. A black dog was chained up out front barking at everyone that passed. The scene looked even bleaker against the gray sky that still cast over the morning.
"Rizzoli. Victor-8-2-5. What do we got?"
"It was called in as an attempted B&E but when Robbery got here they smelled something fishy and called in you guys." The older officer detailed.
Jane nodded, "Where are the guys who called it in?"
The man smirked, "The one who's losing his breakfast over there."
Jane looked to her left and saw a man leaning over some bushes as he expelled the contents of his stomach. A small guy in an ill-fitted brown suit stood behind him with a disgusted grimace but apparent sense of duty to stand by him.
"Right." Jane turned to Korsak, "You want to go talk to the peanut gallery and see what they heard while I get the whole story from Robbery?"
"Sounds good." Korsak headed to the small crowd while Jane slowly made her way over to the two men trying to wait and give the sick detective some privacy. Finally, he stood up, wiping his mouth with the handkerchief his partner offered him.
Jane got their attention, "Hey, were you the first on sight?"
"Yes." The scrawny man said as his partner turned and Jane saw his face for the first time.
"Frost?"
"Detective Rizzoli." He greeted. "Good to see you again."
"Likewise. You okay here?"
"Yeah, it was just something I ate this morning. This is my partner Will Patterson. Will, Detective Jane Rizzoli." He waved off though clearly embarrassed.
"Right. Nice to meet you." Jane was unconvinced, "So what's going on in there?"
"Amos Gall called to report a man breaking and entering into his home. He was supposed to be working construction but forgot his hardhat so he came back and found this guy sneaking in his bedroom with his wife, Roxanne, asleep. He gets to his nightstand where he keeps his gun and threatens the supposed burglar Fred Carlson was the ID we found on him. Fred apparently tries to rush him so he shoots twice into his chest and is dead before he hits the floor." Frost summarized.
"And that doesn't jive with you?" Jane asked.
"No, this guy is suspicious and his wife is nearly catatonic. Won't say a word to anyone and looks scared shitless." Frost shakes his head, "Something does not sit right."
"So you just have a feeling?"
"The burglar's shoes are off and sitting by the front door. When was the last time you saw a thief doing that?"
"Good point." Jane agreed. A frigid October wind cut through her clothing causing her to shiver, "I'm going to look in. You coming?"
"I think I will stay out here. Get some more fresh air."
"Alright." Jane said as she headed up to the house. She glanced at Korsak who was still stuck talking to the witnesses as everyone had something to add. Jane pitied him but pushed through eager to get into the warmer house. Striding through the rickety screened-door, Jane quickly regretted her hurry to get inside. A sour smell assaulted her nose like spoiled milk and cat litter that pervaded throughout the house as clearly the occupants of the residence had let more than just the outside of the house fall into shambles. She walked passed stacks of clutter to the stairs covered with threadbare carpet. Trekking to the second level, Jane was relieved to find the odor weakened up here and it was tidier on the small landing. The brunette could see the body down the hall, lying half in and out of one of the rooms. Further down at the very end, the Gall's sat in a spare room being questioned by a uniform. Squeezing by a technician through a tight space, she stopped in front of the corpse.
Maura was already there, starting her examination of the deceased man. She looked surprisingly unaffected by the filth around her as she looked poised as ever completely immersed in her work. Jane knelt next to his head as the doctor spoke, "Liver temperature indicates time of death about an hour ago."
"That sticks with the time frame the husband is giving." Jane could see two bullet holes bleeding through his white shirt. She squinted, "Hey Maur, why do these entrance wounds look like exit wounds?"
"Because they are exit wounds." Maura started pulling on his shoulder to roll him and Jane moved his bulky muscles, "See, these are the entrance wounds. This body was moved before we got here."
"So he was shot in the back. Looks like Mr. Gall has some explaining to do."
"Oh Jane we could go as Ricky and Lucy to the Halloween party." Maura bubbled.
The detective made a face, "No."
"What's wrong with that?"
"Their outfits are too nondescript. I don't want people asking me who I am all night."
"Good point. What about Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera?"
"Who?"
"Or maybe-"
"Maura, can we not discuss this here? I need to go confront the husband." Jane said somewhat peevishly.
"Okay, we will come up with something later tonight." The blonde settled not paying attention to Jane's annoyance.
"That is not entirely what I had in mind for this evening." Jane muttered suggestively.
"That is definitely not something to be discussed here." Maura said pointedly but smiled in spite of herself.
"Uh-huh." Jane leered at her.
"Jane, stop that. Go be a detective." Maura fought off a slight blush.
"Uh-huh." Jane conceded, putting on a serious demeanor as she turned away from her girlfriend and headed down the hall.
"Mr. and Mrs. Gall, I'm Detective Rizzoli." Jane introduced herself. "I have some questions for you."
"Of course. We are willing to give you our full cooperation. But I have every right to defend myself and my home." The man was tall and robust with a patchy beard growing in at a slow pace. He looked like the type that was once in shape before age and too much beer ravaged his body. His wife was a small blonde woman with large brown eyes that now swam with unshed-tears. She had her arms wrapped around her middle like she was trying to hold herself together.
"Of course you do." She played nice for now. "Can you tell me what time you got back to your house?"
"I leave for work every morning at 8:30. By the time I realized I forgot my helmet it was probably 9 when I got here." Amos wiped his hands on his tattered blue jeans that were stained and speckled with paint and now by the looks of it blood.
"But your hardhat is downstairs." Jane recalled seeing it amongst the mess when she walked in, "Why did you come up here?"
"I ah- I heard a noise. Thought I would come check on my wife."
"Okay, so what did you see when you came into the bedroom?"
"That bastard was creeping through the dresser. I shouted and ran to the nightstand to grab my pistol."
"And did that wake you up Mrs. Gall?" The meek woman nodded but did not say anything. Jane pushed, "What did you see?"
The blonde opened her mouth but no sound came out as she looked around helplessly. Amos was quick to jump in, "My wife is in shock, Detective."
"I see. Well, what happened next?"
"Well the guy tries to get away and I tell him to stop or I'll shoot."
"And did he?"
"Yeah, I told him to wait and stay put while I called the police. That's when he lunged and I shot. He collapsed right there."
"Did you move the body?"
"What? No!" He clipped defensively.
"So how did the man end up in the doorway?"
"He um, stumbled backwards a bit."
"So he didn't just collapse 'right there'."
"Ah, no." The construction worker looked like he was starting to sweat a little.
"Mr. Gall, can you explain how it seems the victim was not shot in chest but rather in the back?" Jane asked abruptly.
"That's not possible." He maintained with a scowl.
"Jane." Korsak caught her attention as she looked to see her partner standing with the old woman in curlers.
"Just one moment please." Jane stole a look with the two police officers that had retreated to the corner, "Watch them."
She stepped out of the room toward her partner as she closed the door, "What is it?"
"You are going to want to hear this. Go ahead Mrs. Roberts."
"The man who came into the house. He has been here before just about every day of the week." Mrs. Roberts gossiped.
"Oh?" Jane encouraged. Maura listened in curiously from down the hall as she supervised the men who had come up to transport the body.
"Yeah, Amos leaves and that man comes about 15 minutes after like clockwork. I can see it all from my kitchen window."
"Can we have you ID the body to be sure?"
"Not a problem." Her wrinkled hand swiped the air.
"Okay." Jane led her to the late Fred Carlson uncovering his face from the black canvas bag, "Is this the man?"
"Yeah, that's him alright."
"Thank you Mrs. Roberts. You have been a big help." Korsak started to usher her back downstairs.
"Anytime Detective Korsak." The woman developed a flirting tone and Jane hid her snort of laughter.
Maura stood next to Jane, "So not a robbery then."
"Not a robbery." Jane concurred, "Why don't you go down and wait in the car? I'll be there in a moment."
The brunette handed off her keys and Maura gave her a meaningful look, "Be careful Jane."
"Always." The detective paused a moment, allowing time for the medical examiner to disappear before she rejoined the Gall's.
"You know Fred Carlson?" Jane asked bluntly.
"Can't say I do." Amos denied.
"What about you Mrs. Gall, seeing as he was burglarizing you multiple times a week?" Jane was done with his lies.
Roxanne burst into tears as she cried out, "Oh Freddy!"
"You stupid cow!" Her husband roared.
Jane took action as she yanked him up onto his feet, "Amos Gall, hands behind your back, you are under arrest for murder."
"No, I come home to find a man in bed with my wife, I should be able to shoot his ass." Amos struggled against her.
"Not according to Massachusetts law buddy." Jane signaled for the officers standing in the room to help her. They wrestled him into the restraints.
"Get him out of here." The detective ordered and the men carted him off and Mirandized as they went. Jane lowered herself on the bed next to the hysterical woman. Gingerly taking her hand, "Roxanne, can you tell me what happened?"
Through her sobs she told the story, "Freddy and I- we were having an affair. I know it's wrong but I love him."
"I'm not here to judge." Jane soothed. "Just tell me what happened."
"Well, Freddy he came over after Amos left for work like he always does. We were upstairs and he was holding me. It had been a while… I just missed him. We fell asleep… Next thing I know Amos is there and he is grabbing his gun. He was swearing up a storm. Freddy tried to calm him down but he wouldn't listen to him or me… Freddy was going to run to call the cops and that's when Amos shot him in the back." She cried harder and Jane let her get it out before she continued, sniffing sadly, "Amos knew the neighbors would have heard the gunfire so he cooked up the burglar bit and told me to keep my trap shut or he would kill me too."
"I'm sorry for your loss Roxanne but we won't let anything happen to you." Jane spoke compassionately. Her warm brown eyes conveyed the sympathy she had for the distraught woman.
"Thank you." She replied quietly.
"Is there someone we can call for you?"
"My sister."
"We'll have her meet you at the station. We need to take an official statement."
"Okay." Roxanne let Jane take her downstairs and outside where she was placed in a cruiser. Jane surveyed as the car drove off. She felt someone come up beside her.
"So the husband was arrested?" Frost asked.
"He caught his wife having an affair." Jane toed some mud.
"Tough break."
"Yeah, good catch though." Jane patted him on the back, "You'd be good in homicide."
"Really? I've been trying to get there actually. It's been slow moving though." Frost admitted, "Robbery is sucking my soul away."
"That bad?" Jane laughed lightly, "You should come to the autopsy tomorrow. I could show you the ropes."
"You serious?" His face lit up.
"Yeah, I'll text you an hour before we start."
"Thanks Rizzoli. You aren't like the others say you are."
"How's that?"
"Like a grizzly bear with a tooth ache." He chortled.
Jane grinned as she left to find Maura and Korsak by the car, "Oh no, that's true."
/
Jane sat in Maura's bed reading the sport's section of the newspaper. The lamp on the bedside table was the only source of illumination in the room while she waited for the blonde to join her from the bathroom. It had been a long day and Jane was looking forward to curling up with her girlfriend until morning. "Babe, what are you doing in there? I want to go to bed."
"Just a minute." Came the muffled response as Jane tossed the article about the Patriot's woeful lack of pass rush onto the nightstand. Jane rubbed her eyes and stifled a yawn.
"Jane." The voice coming from her right sounded delicious as sin, "Are you sure you want to go to bed?"
Brown orbs came back into focus as she looked at the doctor hovering in the doorframe. Maura was wearing a silky red negligee with lace decorating the top of her breasts and barely covering her smooth thighs. Her honeyed curls were tousled in a purposefully haphazard manner and she might have done something different with her make up but Jane could not quite tell. All she knew was she looked smoky and seductive causing an instant, visceral reaction within her. Jane's throat dried and her previous exhaustion disappeared, "Ah, no, not so tired."
"Good, because I know what I want to be for Halloween." Jane finally noticed that Maura was holding a piece of paper in her hands of what she assumed would be their costume idea. The blonde sashayed across the room and carefully straddled Jane's lap, never breaking eye contact, "Do you want to see?"
The brunette could not answer because at that exact moment one of the thin straps slipped off of Maura's shoulder making a wave of heat roll through her. Maura tried to regain her concentration but Jane only heard her sultry tone, "Jane? Do you want to see?"
Jane ripped the picture out of her hands and threw it on the floor without so much as a glance, "It's perfect. Yes."
She wasted no more time as her urgent lips found the column of Maura's neck, wrapping on arm around her waist pulling her closer. Maura wound her fingers through Jane's hair, "I'm so glad you see it my way."
"Shut up." Jane ordered against the doctor's chest as her free hand slipped under the skimpy gown, extremely pleased to find nothing underneath it.
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Oh my so frisky!
So what do you think Jane and Maura should be for Halloween? Kind of considering some options but maybe you folks out there have a very stellar idea ha, ha.
So let me know what you think, m'kay?