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Run Frost. Run.
/
"Maura? What's this?" Maura could hear Jane shout to her from the bedroom as she squeezed moisture out of her blonde hair with a plush towel.
"I can't see what you are talking about Jane." She called back. A moment later the brunette was leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom still wrapped up in her towel from their quick shower this morning. She held up a picture and Maura smirked.
"Those are our Halloween costumes."
Her girlfriend gaped at her, "You can't be serious."
"Why wouldn't I be serious? You seemed to agree last night." Maura told her innocently.
"That's unfair! You were wearing that sexy red thingy so I couldn't focus." Jane lamented as her arms began to gesticulate as they did when she was aggravated about something, the photograph flapping around in her hand.
"But Jane you consented." Maura fished around under the sink for her hair dryer.
"I didn't know what it was." Jane huffed, "Look let's compromise. How about… Bonnie and Clyde. I can be a cool gangster and you would be the cutest flapper."
Jane slipped in behind Maura her hands running over the silky robe that covered her hips in an attempt to persuade her. Maura tilted her head to the side thoughtfully allowing for Jane to kiss her damp neck, "We can do that next year. This year I want to do these."
"Maur…" Jane was a moment away from stamping her foot. The doctor turned around with a full pout on her face, her fingers coming up to trace along Jane's jaw line.
"Please Jane. You already said that you would." Maura could see the power of her lower lip jutting out ever so slightly and puppy dog eyes melting Jane's resolve.
"Fine." Jane threw her hands up in defeat. "But I get to pick next time."
The blonde smiled brilliantly in victory, "Thank you sweetheart."
"Yeah, yeah." The now grumpy detective began to walk back out.
"If it helps, I can wear the-" Maura began.
"Don't even finish that sentence." Jane raised a finger in warning. Maura just grinned and let the loud sound of the hair dryer fill the bathroom.
Maura bit her lip at the memory as she threw a covering over the body while she finished making notes about her external exam. Thoughts of her girlfriend had been swimming in her head all morning making her smile at inappropriate times. Her assistant must have thought Maura was crazy after he walked in on her giggling to herself while combing the victim for fibers. Regardless, nothing could bring down her light mood created by the bubble of happiness she had established with Jane. The sound of the automatic doors opening brought her back to the present as she lifted her head to see who was entering her quiet domain.
"Jane, what are you all doing down here?" Maura was surprised as she peered through her safety glasses to find three figures strolling into her morgue. Jane led the way followed closely by Vince and the young Robbery detective from yesterday.
"We've come to watch the autopsy." They filed in to stand across from her with the corpse she had momentarily covered with a white sheet on the stainless steel table between them.
"But the suspect has been arrested. The procedure is just a formality now." Maura sought more clarification.
"Detective Frost here," Jane clapped the handsome man on the back, "is interested in being a homicide detective. I thought he could learn some things by observing today."
"Of course." Maura smiled, "I am always willing to help a colleague in the pursuit of knowledge."
"Right…" Jane was clearly amused by her enthusiasm. Maura ignored her girlfriend's cheeky grin and started to lecture.
"Well, I started before your arrival so I will briefly tell you how it begins. The autopsy starts with a careful examination of the outside part of the body. X-rays have been taken to confirm injuries, check for the bullet, and to help confirm his identity. In this case the deceased is indeed Fredrick Carlson. The body weighed and measured in at 87 kilograms and 6'2''. To complete the external exam the location and description of identifying marks, such as scars, tattoos, birthmarks, and other significant findings are recorded on a body diagram such as this." Maura held up her clipboard with an image of a generic male form on it. On it she had already neatly drawn in where the bullet holes were and illustrated a heart in the margin with a line connecting it to his upper arm. "You see, I found a heart tattoo with the name Roxie written in it."
Frost nodded as he looked over the chart carefully. He appeared so eager to gain knowledge that she easily slipped in her background from working at a university, "You know, the first civilization to perform autopsies was the ancient Egyptians in 3000 B.C.E. Though the word is Greek in origin-"
"Maur," Jane interrupted, her voice was trying to be gentle but the undercurrent of brusqueness was still there, "We don't need a history lesson."
"Fine." She begrudgingly pulled back the sheet, revealing his entire body. She held up her scalpel with the poise of a professor, "I will be doing a deep Y-incision and then removing the organs for further analysis."
Maura could not be sure but Frost seemed to turn a bit ashy at her words. Regardless she proceeded with expertly cutting into the man's chest. Jane remained neutral while Korsak just seemed a little antsy as she pierced through his pallid, gray skin. The youngest detective on the other hand now looked positively sick as his face developed a thin layer of perspiration. She eyed him carefully, "The shots went through and through so there are no bullets to retrieve. So I peel the epidermis back to saw open the chest cavity and expose the heart and lungs."
Maura glance up from her task to see Frost looking definitively ill. Warning bells went off in her head as Frost tried to contract his upper esophageal sphincter in an attempt to control the expulsion of his gastric contents but he was failing, "Sink. Sink!"
She demanded as Frost's hand flew to his mouth and he hunched over as he darted across the room to the big industrial washbasins. Maura was relieved to hear the unpleasant smatter hit the metal instead of her clean floors. Maura set aside her instruments as she monitored his movements to ensure he was not going to pass out or make a mess, "Are you alright?"
Frost just waved at her indicating her needed a minute. Maura looked away to give him some privacy to find the two senior detectives appearing thoroughly amused. Jane was at least attempting to smother her smile behind her hand but Korsak was shaking with his quiet snickering. She sent her best glare at them but it seemed to be rather ineffectual as a short laugh escaped Jane before she could suppress it again. Detective Frost was running water now to wash away the evidence of his purging. He grabbed a paper towel to wipe his mouth with as he rejoined the others. Maura asked again concerned, "Are you alright?"
"Sorry, must have been my breakfast…"
"Yeah? You sure it wasn't something you saw? Or maybe it was see food." Korsak chuckled at his lame joke and Jane snorted in an un-ladylike manner. Frost's cheeks reddened as he realized no one believed his flimsy excuse but not to be discounted he bantered back.
"No, I think that is your diet. You see food and you eat it." Frost leaned forward and brushed off some crumbs from Korsak's sports jacket, "Like I see you had donuts this morning."
Vince laughed good-naturedly perplexing Maura slightly. She did not understand the dynamic between the officers at the station. In this instance the ribbing between Korsak and Frost had been classified as humorous with a non-malignant intent whereas if it had been Jane and Detective Crowe they would have bristled and been hurtful. She could not quite grasp the difference.
Korsak, not to be out done, shot back, "You ready to crack this guy open then? Dr. Isles is a genius with a bone saw."
"Ah," Frost began to stutter as he paled all over again at the thought "I actually have to go, um, I just remembered I have some paper work to get done before this afternoon…"
He slowly backed out of the room; apparently vomiting once in front of his co-workers had been enough for one day. Once Frost was completely gone Jane and Vince began full on laughing at the poor man's expense. Maura furrowed her brow in disapproval at their behavior. Placing her fist authoritatively on her hip, she glowered, "Honestly you two are behaving like children. You were all green at this job once upon a time. I shouldn't have to remind you of that."
The detectives seemed mildly chastised for a moment until Jane mumbled, "Well he was certainly green in the face."
Korsak's wheezing laughter erupted once again and Jane's tenor chuckle accompanied him. Maura tried to hide her amusement as Jane slipped around to the other side of the table to encase the doctor in her arms, "Come on babe. It's all in good fun."
"Maybe." Maura could not be mad at the brunette with her hands linked together at her lower back and Jane grazing her nose against hers. Still she attempted to regain her seriousness as she crossed her arms. "I still think that you should go talk to Detective Frost. He could use some encouragement."
"He's fine." Jane insisted.
"Jane…"
"Alright. I will speak with him." She folded easily.
"That is all I ask." Maura kissed her cheek sweetly, "Now both of you, out of my morgue."
/
Jane wandered into Robbery's office space. It was a bit smaller and not as hectic as Homicide. It was nice to not walk in and have pictures of disfigured bodies pinned up on evidence boards. Not that she would trade her position for anything. The brunette stared as she passed some guys who were sitting on over-stuffed couches that had seen better days while they talked about cases.
"Rizzoli? What are you doing in my neck of woods?" Frost asked as they nearly ran into each other with Jane being distracted.
"Hey, Robbery has a lounge?"
Frost grinned, "Yeah, and a pool in the back. You want to see?"
Jane smirked. The kid was definitely all right, "Some other time. I just wanted to make sure that today did not scare you off of homicide."
"Yeah," Frost scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "Maybe it is not for me."
"You know me and Korsak were just ribbing you." Jane said. It was the closest thing to an apology that she could muster for Maura.
"I know." Frost assured, "I just… can't control it."
His hand mimicked a throwing up motion through the air. Jane patted him on the back, "You should not let that stop you. It happens to the best of us. You will get used to it eventually."
"So have you ever… Linda Blair-ed on a crime scene?"
"Me?" Jane's hand went over her chest and she shook her head empathetically, "No, but I am better than the best."
She winked and he laughed, "Well thanks for that. Makes me feel a lot better."
"Don't mention it."
"I just can't believe I ralphed in Dr. Isles' sink. Was she pissed?" Frost grimaced.
"Maur? No." Jane assured. "She understands."
"I still think I should go apologize."
"I'm sure she would appreciate it." Jane nodded. "But first come with us for lunch. We are going over notes on a cold case and we could use some fresh eyes."
"Sounds great." Frost agreed as they went off together.
/
Barry Frost wiped his sweaty palms onto his slacks as he stepped out of the large, shiny elevator and into the basement. He did want to express his regrets about purging his stomach into the sink but he also had another motivation for visiting the doctor. Ever since the mysterious medical examiner had started working at the Boston Police Department he followed along with the mild media sensation Dr. Isles had caused and developed a bit of a crush of his own. The detective had observed her in the café and was tempted to talk to her but he had never gotten the courage. He would catch glimpses of her as she made her graceful descent into the Land of the Dead where she resided as the Queen. Word around the precinct was that she was a little off, but he ignored the gossip for the most part. Barry was more interested in the woman underneath the cool mask she wore.
Of course, there was no denying that she was a beautiful woman and she had seemed genuinely worried about him when he got sick. It gave him hope that he may have a chance in wooing the dark blonde.
His polished shoes shined under the florescent lighting of the hallway like the tiles under his feet as he gathered himself on the way to the autopsy room. That was another thing they had in common Barry reasoned. He was a man who cared about his appearance and was aware of how to by a suit that complimented his frame the best. Certainly that was something the ME could appreciate, as she was obviously a fashionable woman with her designer labels and tailored outfits that clearly accentuated her assets. I mean her chest was…
Frost shook his head. Now was not the time to be having perverted thoughts about the blonde as she stepped though the glass doors. He was relieved to find Maura sitting at her computer, focusing rather intensely on whatever she was doing. Her eyes squinted critically at the screen not having noticed him yet. Barry tried to gently clear his throat to get her attention but the doctor still whirled around in her seat, eyes wide.
"Oh Detective Frost!" She snapped her laptop shut promptly, "I'm surprised to see you here."
"Yes, well," His gaze shifted down, "I came to apologize for earlier."
"There is no need for that." Maura stood letting her hand fall casually into the pocket of her lab coat. He liked the way she had gathered her curls into a deceptively messy knot that sat low on her neck. She smiled softly at him, warming his cheeks.
"Maybe not but still, I need to learn better control."
"Being sickened by death is not something to be ashamed of Detective." Maura's bright eyes left him feeling a bit dazzled. "I think it is a strength. It shows your compassion."
He grinned sheepishly at the comment, "Not when Homicide is already calling you BBK and I'm not even on the unit. And please call me Barry."
Maura nodded in acknowledgment but her face showed confusion so he clarified, "Barf Bag Kid."
"That is unfortunate." She frowned, "Perhaps if you tried immersion therapy. It worked for me."
"What were you afraid of?" Frost asked looking to be supportive.
"People." The blonde stated simply. Okay, not that supportive. That topic seemed more like third date material, which he was never going to get to if he did not make a move.
"Maybe you could help me with that." He stepped forward, extending the veiled invitation to start a relationship that went beyond co-workers.
"I would be happy to." Maura chirped as she crossed the morgue to pick up her scalpel. "We can start now if you like."
"Now?" He gulped.
"No time like the present. Come over here." Tentatively he approached the draped cadaver. The medical examiner ushered him in front of her and placed the scalpel in his hand. "Now we won't uncover him just yet but we will practice the motion of cutting the Y-incision."
Instantly a wave of nausea hit him in the gut but he swallowed it back. It was decidedly not cool to puke on a girl. Maura placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and guided his hand in the slicing motion. After his queasiness passed, he was beginning to feel very good about his situation. Maura stood closely behind him, her chin brushing against his shoulder. This was surprisingly going his way. Maura spoke in a soothing tone, "Now visualize yourself making the cut."
"Uh-huh." He agreed but was really thinking about what restaurant would be an appropriate place to take the doctor. "You are pretty good at this."
"I took some psychology courses in college."
The young detective could tell she was being modest. Barry decided a bit more flattery was in order, "Well it shows. Did you take fashion classes? Because that shows too."
"Thank you Barry." He could hear her smile.
"Really Doc, you always look stunning but that could be because you're surrounded by guys like Korsak."
The blonde giggled producing the desired result.
"Hey Maur." Suddenly Jane Rizzoli's curt voice interrupted them, "Do you have those lab results?"
Frost looked over to find the female detective leaning against the counter glaring daggers at him and he finally understood the possibility of the saying 'if looks could kill.' Jane definitely looked like she was ready to pounce on him like an angry jungle cat.
"Jane, when did you get here?" Maura enquired happily as if fireballs were not about to fly out of Jane's eyes. He became nervous under the intense gaze. "The results are just next to you on the desk."
The brunette made no movement for the papers as she raised an eyebrow, "What are you two doing?"
"I'm helping Barry with his fear of post-mortem individuals. We were just about to pull back the sheet. Are you ready?"
"Ah, no, thanks anyways Doc. I should really be going now." He was less afraid of what was underneath the cloth and more afraid of the bristling detective. "Maybe another time."
"Well alright." Maura sounded disappointed that her therapy session was cut short but Frost barely acknowledged her. He did not look back as he fled to the elevator and rode up to the main floor. He was perplexed by Rizzoli's reaction to his presence in the morgue. He knew that the two women were close. Barry saw them in the café or walking into work together all the time. He knew best friends could be protective of each other but that was an unusual display.
As he stepped out of the elevators he saw his partner walking by, he jogged to catch up, "Hey Will!"
"Barry, where have you been? I got a lead on the Colt case."
"Sorry. Hey, you've been working here longer than me. What's up with Rizzoli?"
"What do you mean?"
"Does she not like co-workers dating or something? Because that Dr. Isles is cute, I thought I could ask her out but Rizzoli got down there and looked like she was about to pull her gun and shoot me." Barry shuddered at the memory.
Will just started to laugh, "You really almost asked out Dr. Isles in front of Jane Rizzoli? She definitely doesn't have a problem with co-workers dating."
"Yeah? Then what is it? She doesn't like black guys?"
"No," He laughed harder, "Rizzoli is dating the doctor. You should really pay more attention to the rumor mill."
Frost's stomach dropped, "Oh shit."
/
Jane had missed Maura at lunch. Normally they ate together but the medical examiner had a work meeting with some higher ups. Sometimes she forgot about the politics behind her girlfriend's job but she definitely did not like it when it encroached on the time she was able to spend with her. So after trying to sit at her desk for 15 minutes, Jane decided it was time to visit her lovely doctor.
Taking the frequent and familiar root down to the basement, the detective could already feel herself lightening at the prospect of seeing Maura. A quick peek in her office revealed that Maura was not there so she easily changed her direction to the autopsy room. As she enter the chilled domain she was instantly curious hearing a male voice speaking to Maura. That rapidly morphed into anger as she saw Barry Frost already down there in what could be construed as a compromising position with her girlfriend. The rage settled heavily in her gut as she watched the two interact for a moment as the brunette sat against the counter. She did not care for how Frost leaned back into Maura's light touch as he tried to create as little space between them as possible.
"Well it's apparent. Did you take fashion classes? Because that shows too."
"Thank you Barry." Maura smiled. Barry? Jane balked. Since when were they on first name basis?
"Really Doc, you always look stunning but that could be because you're surrounded by guys like Korsak." God, he was laying it on thick. How could Maura not see that?
The blonde giggled and Jane had enough.
"Hey Maur." Jane decided it was time to break up their little love-fest, "Do you have those lab results?"
The two looked over noticing her presence for the first time. Jane was pleased to see how Maura's eyes lit up in the way that was for her and only her. It also gave her deep satisfaction to see the way Frost began to squirm under her glare. Still it was not enough to mask the irritation and jealousy that overtook her brain.
"Jane, when did you get here?" Maura asked sweetly. She pointed next to Jane who kept her arms firm crossed against her chest. "The results are just next to you on the desk."
Jane wondered if the doctor was purposefully ignoring Jane's obvious annoyance or if she was really that unaware. She raised an eyebrow, "What are you two doing?"
"I'm helping Barry with his fear of post-mortem individuals. We were just about to pull back the sheet. Are you ready?"
"Ah, no, thanks anyways Doc. I should really be going now. Maybe another time." The young detective deferred as he hastily made his escape.
"Well alright." Maura sounded disappointed that her therapy session was cut short but Frost was gone before she could finish her last syllable. Turning to Jane, the blonde gave her a worried expression, "Are you okay Jane? You seem to be aggravated."
"Oh? What gave you that impression?" Jane meant in sarcasm but of course Maura answered her in true form.
"Your Massester muscle is contracted and your supra-orbital process is indicating tension."
"What the hell does that even mean?" Jane snapped.
Maura was startled by her brusque tone, "Ah, your jaw is clenched an- and your brow is furrowed."
"And why do you think that is?"
"You know I don't make guesses Jane." She sighed.
"You can't tell me you didn't notice Barry flirting with you."
"He was not. He needed help getting over his fear and I was simply assisting a colleague." Maura disagreed. The detective pushed off the counter, her mind already set on the fight.
"A colleague?" Jane said dubiously. "I don't think that is how you work with a colleague!"
"He wasn't flirting." The blonde maintained. "I thought you liked Barry."
"I did before he manhandled my girlfriend." Jane glowered. "He called you stunning!"
"No, he was making fun of Korsak." Maura disputed, "I'm trying to understand the concept of mocking co-workers."
"Oh really?" Jane suddenly spun her girlfriend around holding her firmly around the waist with one arm and catching her wrist with her free hand.
"Jane!" Maura protested but the brunette did not let go.
"Is this how you want me to be with co-workers? Maybe I'll go visit Olivia in Narcotics she has always had a soft spot for me." They stayed frozen like that for a moment. The detective felt the warm pulse lying just under her fingertips that that were still grasping her girlfriend's arm. She pushed her nose into honeyed curls and breathed in the expensive scent that wafted off of them. Maura relaxed into the embrace.
"Jane…" Maura started but the taller woman pulled away abruptly.
"I'll see you later." She mumbled as she left without another word.
/
Jane exhaled heavily as she scribbled out her paperwork. The office was relatively quiet as everyone slowly headed home for the day. She could have gone home herself an hour ago when Korsak left with his tail between his legs. She sighed again. Korsak was another person she would have to apologize to tomorrow. Jane had been less than pleasant with him after her little spat with Maura, who needed an apology as well. Having gained some perspective with a little distance from the situation she realized that she might have overreacted but that did not mean she was ready to budge. Unfortunately, she was on the last paper for the Bachman file and her time at the precinct was dwindling. Twisting her wristwatch around to look at the time, she saw that dinner started in 2 minutes. She was supposed to be at Maura's house for dinner tonight. She would have to leave soon and probably pick up flowers.
"Um, Detective Rizzoli?"
Jane swiveled in her seat to look in the doorway where Detective Frost lingered. Her eyes narrowed, "What do you want?"
"I was just leaving and I saw you were still here and… ah…"
"Out with it Frost."
He took a deep breath, "I came here to say I'm sorry. I didn't know that…"
"You didn't know that Maura is my girlfriend?" Jane interrupted him.
"I honestly didn't know that you two were dating." The man rushed out. "I feel really bad about the whole thing."
The female detective slapped her file shut and stood, "Maura is sweet and kind and a little naïve when it comes to socializing with people. But that doesn't make her helpless, especially with me around. And if you take advantage of her…"
Jane let the unsaid threat hang in the air before Frost jumped to his defense, "I wasn't trying to take advantage of her or anything, that's not my style. I was just trying to get to know her better. But it's my mistake; I was the one hitting on her. It won't happen again."
"Good, I wouldn't want to have to harm a potential homicide detective." Jane grinned to show her acceptance.
"You mean? You still want me to ride along with you?"
"As long as you keep your paws off my girlfriend, then yes."
"That won't be a problem." Barry flashed his teeth, "Though I must say you are one lucky woman Rizzoli."
"I know it." Jane took up her blazer from the back of her chair. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have to go make sure I still am that lucky."
/
Jane walked in through the front door, her fresh bouquet gripped tightly behind her back. She kicked off her boots without tying them in the manner that annoyed Maura because she said it was bad for the shoe, a habit that she had not managed to break Jane of yet. Her black socks traveled along the polished oak hallway that led to the kitchen, "Maur?"
She heard the blonde chopping something before she saw her.
"Jane?"
"Hey…" The contrite detective stepped fully into the kitchen to see Maura at the stove, stirring what looked like green onions she had just minced into a pot of red sauce. Her golden hair was down now as it fell in pretty waves but she was still in the clothes she had worn to work with a floral apron covering most of her teal dress.
"You're late." Maura stated obviously.
"I know. I'm sorry."
"Jane… we had a fight." The doctor said like she had figured it out after the fact, which she probably had.
"We did."
"You left angry."
"I know. I'm so sorry about that. Here." She produced the flowers, extending them to her in an ungraceful fashion.
"White tulips mean forgiveness. Does that mean I'm forgiven?" Maur bit her lip as she walked forward to collect her gift.
"Of course!" Jane said earnestly, "I mean, I'm asking for forgiveness. I made a big deal over nothing. I should have trusted you. I do trust you."
"No, I should have known. I'm not inexperienced when it comes to men hitting on me, I was ignoring the signals." Maura shook her head.
"Maura, even when men flirt with you, I should not have acted like I did."
Maura laughed ruefully as she set her flowers down on the countertop, "Can't you just let this be my fault for once?"
"I suppose I can." Jane smiled, pulling Maura into her arms, "So does that mean I get to ask something of you?"
"Like what?" Maura's hand rested on her chest, her fingers brushing the collar of her shirt.
"Oh say, changing our Halloween costumes?"
"I don't think so."
"What? Why?"
"Because you left with bad feelings and you promised you wouldn't. They cancel each other out." The doctor reasoned.
"You already ordered the costumes, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"I'm not getting out of this."
"No." Maura kissed her lightly on the lips before pulling away to check on her sauce.
"Maur, I really am sorry for how I acted." Jane stole a tomato from the cutting board and popped it in her mouth.
"Don't be." Maura busied herself with boiling water. "I made homemade ravioli."
Jane saw the neat little pockets of dough that Maura had stuffed with cheese earlier and she also saw a pink tint creeping up her pale skin, "Why shouldn't I be sorry?"
Jane pushed and Maura hesitated for a moment, "I… like when you are possessive."
"You like…" The gears in Jane's head turned until realization hit her, "Maura, are you saying it turned you on?"
"You're just so passionate." Her blush deepened, "Dinner is almost ready. These just need to boil a minute."
Jane slunk in behind her girlfriend and slipped an arm around her waist like she had done in the morgue. She flipped off the burners, "You know, I am not hungry quite yet."
She swept aside Maura's hair and nibbled on her ear. Maura pushed back into her, "But Jane…"
The detective managed to silence her as her hand massaged her full breast roughly. Her lips scorched a path down that side of her neck until Maura turned around, fusing their mouths together. Jane directed her over to the island and lifted Maura onto the clean space. Her hands were already pushing up the blonde's tight skirt along with the apron and cupping her through thin fabric.
"Jane, the bedroom." Maura panted in between heated kisses.
"I don't think so." Jane smirked. She wanted her girlfriend there and now.
"Oh." Maura moaned when long fingers pushed aside her underwear and Jane brushed against heated, slick flesh.
"God baby, you're so wet." Jane teased. "Have you been like this all day?"
"Jane…" Maura whimpered.
"Answer me." The brunette husked as she drew tight circles around her clit.
"Yes, since you left." She hissed when Jane finally began stroking the bundle of nerves.
"Wet for me?" Jane pushed.
"Oh god, all for you." Maura keened as talented fingers slid teasingly around her opening and Jane sucked harshly along her collarbone.
"Tell me what you want." The brunette demanded.
"I want- I need you inside me." Maura practically pleaded.
"First… tell me you're mine." Jane growled in her ear using every ounce of her self-control.
Maura willingly complied as she groaned, "I'm yours. God, I'm all yours."
Jane pushed into the blonde abruptly causing her to cry out in pleasure with legs coming up to wrap around Jane's hips trying to pull her closer. The brunette thrust into her hard, touching her deeply with each strong movement. She wasted no time as Jane began to pick up the pace immediately never waning in her intensity. Maura was making unrestrained noises of approval like she never had before. Jane grunted under the exertion as she added another finger, filling Maura's tight sex even more.
It took no time for the blonde's muscles to start contracting around Jane, as the detective quickly sent her over the edge into an orgasm that rocked through her body. Maura's flushed body collapsed heavily onto Jane as she came down off the high.
"Shit." She uncharacteristically whispered into Jane's shoulder before she started to laugh lightly, "That was…"
"Fucking hot." Jane filled in the blank.
"That is one way to put it."
"Mmm," Jane hummed as her lips moved slowly over Maura's.
"We should finish dinner." Maura tried to say.
"Oh no, I'm not done with you. I didn't even get to take your cloths off." Suddenly Jane picked up the smaller woman and flung her over her shoulder in a fireman carry.
"Jane!" Maura exclaimed, "Put me down. You're going to hurt yourself. Or me."
"No." The feisty Italian headed to the stairs. "Let's go see what you look like in just this apron."
Jane heard no more objections.
/
"I feel like Donald Duck on stilts." Jane griped as she and Maura walked into the banquet hall that was rarely used in the Boston Police department as the arrived at the Halloween party. To Human Resources credit they had done a great job decorating the place. The dull room had been transformed into a spooky realm complete with cobwebs, skeletons, and a fog machine that was hidden somewhere. Black and orange crepe paper was tacked along the walls and tables with black tablecloths were sporadically placed about each sporting a creepy or goofy jack-o'-lantern.
"I think you look rather sharp." Maura adjusted the wide sailor's collar of Jane's outfit until it was straight, "Will you at least wear the hat for a little bit? I promise to make it up to you."
"Fine." Jane placed the hat on top of her wild hair then pulled the mass back into a ponytail to get it out of the way. Maura had told her that the hat was called a "Dixie cups" and she told Maura to not tell anyone at the party that fun fact. "And I am collecting on that promise."
"I fully expect you will." Maura grinned cheekily. Jane had to admit that Maura looked really fantastic in her nurse's costume that she suspected was not quite regulation with World War II standards with a little more cleavage than you would expect from a medical worker. Her girlfriend had artfully arranged her white cap on the blonde hair with the Red Cross emblem in the middle and added a dash of bold lipstick to complete the look from the era.
"I still don't know why you could be a nurse but I couldn't be a cop."
"I'm not a nurse by trade." Maura said somewhat reproachfully, "I'm a forensic pathologist. They are completely different."
"Never mind." Jane pointed across the room, "There's Korsak."
Her partner stood out in the crowd in his big red coat trimmed with fur. The couple walked over to him.
"Hey Vince." Jane greeted him.
"You're a sailor?" He looked at her curiously then noticed what Maura was wearing, "Oh, you're the couple from the V-J Day in Times Square. Very nice."
"You make a lovely St. Nicholas." Maura complimented, internally pleased that Korsak had liked the outfits. "You even grew your own beard."
"Yeah, well one of my cats took over the fake one for a bed. Plus it's hot."
"You know St. Nicholas was actually-"
"Save it for Christmas babe." Jane said before she could really get on a roll. "Here's Frost."
The man came up to the trio dressed in a white and blue plaid shirt with a light tan suit over it. His pants were hiked up revealing striped socks and his feet clad in dirty tennis shoes. Jane asked bluntly, "Who are you supposed to be? A nerd?"
"No, I'm Forrest Gump."
Jane laughed, "Of course."
"I like your costumes guys. But Korsak isn't it a bit early for Christmas?"
"It's just his excuse to eat as many cookies as he wants." Jane stated obviously while glancing down to his round middle that did not need any help with extra padding. Frost full-bellied laugh while Maura tried to be polite but could not help joining in.
"Yeah, well, you just wanted an excuse to kiss Dr. Isles all night." Korsak shot back playfully.
"You know what? You're right." The idea struck Jane for the first time and she was no longer annoyed at being dressed as a gangly sailor. She suddenly dipped Maura in a surprise kiss, mimicking the iconic image. Neither woman was aware of the rapid flash of cameras that barraged them as they lost themselves in the moment.
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