Detective Jane Rizzoli was sitting at her desk when the call came in. She was very excited about her dinner reservations with her girlfriend that night, and she was filing out the paperwork for the most recent case they had closed. Frost was on the phone, but Jane couldn't make out what he was saying. Korsak was on YouTube, laughing ridiculously at some stupid animal video. When Jane had finished the paperwork she was just sitting at her desk, praying that a call wouldn't come in, and for the clock to move faster so she could get off.
She smiled when she heard the familiar click of heels against the bullpen's tile floor. Her smile grew when she felt Dr. Maura Isles' hands on her shoulders, rubbing affectionately. Maura came around to the front of Jane, and sat delicately on the edge of her detective's desk. Jane's hand naturally found its way to Maura's and their fingers intertwined.
"Hey Babe," Maura said. She smiled brightly at her girlfriend, wondering how it was possible she had scored such a beautiful woman. It was entirely possible that Jane was thinking the exact same thing. In an instant, Jane was up, her lips meeting Maura's. Her tongue found its way in, and Maura welcomed it. They didn't stop kissing until Korsak coughed, which sent Frost into a fit of laughter.
"What the hell, guys? If either one of you had a fucking girlfriend as hot as mine you would be kissing her too."
"When that happens to Frost you have my blessing to cough, Jane." Korsak sniggered, and Frost was choking for air.
Jane kissed Maura again, softer this time, and not as long. Her phone rang. "God damn… Rizzoli." When she hung up she swore under her breath. She'd have to cancel her and Maura's reservation. "Come on guys, we got a case."
Maura decided to ride with Jane, and they had a pleasant car ride. Maura went on and on about how she did paper work and Jane talked about how she did the exact same thing. Jane didn't tell her girlfriend about her canceled reservations because Maura seemed excited at getting a case. God, she's so fucking weird, Jane thought.
They arrived at the crime scene before Frost and Korsak. When they got to the body, Jane could only groan. The man had been hog-tied with his arms and ankles bound together behind his back. He was lying on his stomach. There was no blood on his clothing, but Jane guessed that whatever killed him was only visible from the front. Jane circled around, while Maura knelt down and looked at the man's restraints.
"Anything you can tell me, Doc?"
"I can't clarify anything until I do the autopsy. I don't think he was alive when he was tied up, and this suit is new."
Jane threw her hands in the air. She tried not to get mad at Maura, but the doctor never let anything slip. "Alright."
The detective searched the man's pockets, and pulled out a leather wallet. "James Hoft. Thirty two. Damn shame." Jane shuffled through the rest of the wallet, sighing when she came upon pictures of two girls, one about six and the other twelve. She put the wallet in an evidence bag then met up with Frost and Korsak, who had just arrived. She told them the info about the victim.
"Maybe some kinky sex gone wrong?" Jane groaned. Sure, leave it to Frost to mention that.
"Who knows? All we know now is that he's dead."
Maura looked up. "I don't like theories being thrown out when I don't even have a cause of death."
"Well then, Dr. Isles, why don't you be so kindly and give us one?" Jane glared at Maura. Everything seemed to be getting on Jane's nerves. Maura backed down and did the best she could.
"He didn't die in these clothes, so the killer probably," The doctor paused, she hated that word. "Probably dumped the clothes somewhere near here." She smiled, waiting to see if her words eased Jane's hostile mood. They did.
"Thanks Maur." She turned to Frost and Korsak. "Have an officer canvass all of the dumpsters near here." She turned to walk back to her car, only waiting briefly for Maura. When her girlfriend was by her side, Jane's arm wrapped protectively around her. They drove in silence back to headquarters, but they were holding hands the whole way.