A/N: Yowser! I just had a chance to read through the feedback! Thank you to those on FFN and LJ. I hope I live up the billing...such stress! I wrote this little bit early this morning but didn't have time to post till now. Anyway, I wanted this to feel really close to an actual episode. I hope I succeeded. This second part if from Jane's POV. I wanted you guys as readers to feel a little uncomfortable, a little irritated, etc...etc. There is also a fluff alert so be prepared to brush your teeth afterward lol. Please let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Also, since someone asked you can vote...meaning you can fill out a voting form three different times for the Rizzles Fan Awards rizzlesfanawards.wordpress.com

Jane swiped her card and waited somewhat patiently for the door to the morgue to beep and open. . Fishing in her pockets, she took a moment and pulled out a hair tie to bind unruly curls into a habitual ponytail. She was tired of pushing it out of her eyes. A welcoming click and beep caused a riot of anticipatory emotions that she had learned to greet eagerly.

When Jane entered the area proper, she saw Maura making her way toward the back office. Something burst inside her at the sight. It wasn't an unusual feeling, but she had come to recognize that it was a lot stronger than it had been before. "Hey."

Maura turned quickly and just as expediently a toothy smile took over her face. Jane's insides melted and dripped to the floor. Damn, I got it bad.

"I have a few more requisitions to sign and then I'm all yours."

Jane smirked at the last part of that statement. "All mine?"

Maura bit her bottom lip and a red flush colored her cheeks. Jane loved that she was the only one who could do that to her…discombobulate Maura Isles.

Closing the distance between them, Jane hiked an eyebrow and waited for an answer.

"Yes. Both in the literal and figurative sense." Green eyes sparkled with amusement and something warmer.

Jane's smirk widened. "Is that your way of telling me that you used to dream about me?" She slid long arms around Maura's waist, reacting to the shiver that resulted when their bodies touched.

Maura's hands smoothed over the lapels of Jane's jacket before slipping behind her neck. "Used to? I haven't stopped. Maybe because we haven't…but then again that might give me an entire new set of scenarios."

Jane's heart stopped then thudded again erratically against her rib cage. This…woman. "Regretting taking things slowly?"

Maura shook her head as their foreheads touched. "Not at all. I think we need to, and I'm enjoying this…courtship."

Jane chuckled. "Is that what this is?"

Maura gasped as fingers dipped lower on her back. "By Victorian standards…in a way."

"Really? I thought they were—"

"Sexless? No, not at all. It's a common misconception." Maura interrupted.

"So heavy petting is allowed?" Jane asked.

"I'd say for us that it's a requirement."

The minute distance between them heated. Lips hovered as they shared the same air.

"Mmm. Is it wrong that I think it's sexy when you drop your little tid bits of knowledge?"

"Is it wrong that I find the ponytail sexy as well?"

Jane ghosted her lips over Maura's cheek. "We're in trouble aren't we?" Her heart was light but somehow full.

Maura nodded and muttered breathlessly. "Have been for a long time. Glad we realized it." Maura whimpered when their lips finally brushed.

Jane's stomach clenched at first taste. Instead of wondering what a woman tasted like…what this woman tasted like, she now got to do indulge herself anytime she wanted. The caress was soft, reverent before long denied hunger took over. Flicking her tongue over Maura's lips garnered a husky moan, and as if she had no other choice, she opened to Jane. Her tongue slithered over the roof of Maura's mouth causing a delighted tremor before tongues tangled wetly.

When they parted, chests were heaving, but their gazes were locked.

"You're very… good at that for someone who doesn't have experience kissing women." Maura's added huskily.

"Call it inspiration, or maybe it's just you. Besides, I've been wanting to do that all day," Jane murmured as she brushed her thumb over moist lips.

"Really? You could have come down at any time."

Smiling, Jane countered. "Noo, I don't think your assistants would have appreciated the show."

A perfectly sculpted blond brow sailed upward. "I'm sure some of them would have, but I have to say… it has been…extremely busy."

"Hell, all week." Jane traced a fingertip over the dark smudge under Maura's eyes. "You look beat. You sure you just don't want to go back to your place? I'm sure there's an action movie and popcorn with our name on it."

"No, you haven't seen them outside work all week. I've monopolized enough of your time."

"Do you hear me complaining?" Jane asked.

"That's not the point. I'm sure you've already notified them that we're coming."

"Yeah, but they'll keep. You know what they say. Happy wife…happy blah blah."

Maura's blush was back along with a look of affectionate befuddlement. She smacked Jane's chest playfully. "No, you know I don't know what they say, and we're not married."

Jane grinned having seen the sparkle in green eyes. That didn't scare me as much as I thought it would. "Uh huh."

"We're going," Maura said in warning.

"Uh huh."

"Now, if you let me finish signing those requisitions…"

Jane threw her hands up. Her lips quirked. "Don't let me keep you. Just pretend that I'm not here."

Maura grinned and turned, heading into her office with Jane following dutifully behind.

The sound of breathing and a pen scratching over paper filled the room. With down time, Jane was allowed to think. She peered at Maura, wondering about all the time they wasted and how Tommy's ham handed attempts at romance tipped the scales enough for Jane's feelings to come barreling out. What a stupid ass I was. Then, there was the fact that they were keeping this whole thing under wraps, leaving guilt to drag her down but only minutely.

Time seemed to creep along as her thoughts beckoned. As if some part of her knew she was being watched, Jane glanced up to find steady green eyes staring at her.

"Isn't it more customary for me to over think things?"

Jane opened her mouth to ask how she knew, but Maura's knowing glint stopped her cold. She smiled instead. "Sorry."

Maura grinned in return then went back to her paperwork. A few seconds later, she murmured, "Jane, you're staring."

"And that's different from any other time how?"

"Because it's not your usual type of staring."

"Mmm. So, do you think we should tell them?"

Maura blinked. "I haven't given it much thought really. It doesn't adversely affect me either way. I guess that I'm just following your lead."

Their gazes caught and held once more.

"Is there a particular reason that they're not privy to this?"

Jane exhaled noisily. I was wondering when she was going to ask about that. "It's just so new. I guess… I just want to be selfish and keep you to myself a little while longer before the meddling starts."

A look of consternation crossed Maura's face. "Who would meddle?"

Jane glared pointedly.

Maura's lips turned up on the ends. "Oh…Angela." Maura paused. "What about Barry and Vince?"

"I'm in no way prepared for their mooney eyed looks." Jane pouted.

"Ah, you don't think they'll look at you the same?"

"That's not a reflection on you." Jane answered hurriedly.

Maura grinned. "I know. You have a tough visage to uphold."

Rolling her eyes, Jane whispered, "Something like that."

"Hmm, well there's no rush, and I'm done if you're ready to go."

Jane nodded and stood.

Jane smiled down at Maura as she ushered them inside the Robber. The hand she settled at the small of Maura's back felt more at home than it ever had. They weaved through the crowd until she spied a familiar form waving at them.

"Hey guys," Jane muttered.

Three sets of eyes peered up at her then at Maura. Greetings fell from their lips simultaneously.

"Hey!" Frost grinned brightly.

"Ladies." Korsak added.

"What's up?" Frankie threw in.

It was…odd to say the least. "You guys left your drinks unattended. Didn't you?" Jane's eyes swept the three of them.

Frost exploded with laughter.

That…just wasn't really funny. Jane gave him a side eye.

He stopped abruptly.

Korsak cleared his throat and moved aside, letting them in.

Giving Maura a slight nudge, Jane slid into the seat beside her. Of its own volition, her arm eased over the back of Maura's chair.

"I'm feeling adventurous. I think I'll have a beer tonight." Maura announced.

Jane chuckled and peered down at Maura. "One bitch beer it is." She glanced up, hoping the others would share in her joke only to see three gazes aimed their way already.

Almost immediately the eyes were gone, finding something more interesting in their mugs. There was a tension that seemed to surround them- giddy in nature. It left Jane scratching her head in bewilderment. What the flying fuck… Fingertips touched her hand, leaving a pleasant tingle behind. Distracted, Jane returned her attention back to Maura.

"Ladies room…"

Nodding, Jane rose, giving Maura a wide berth to maneuver. Unable to help herself, she watched Maura walk away before taking her seat. She licked her lips. God, look at that. I don't think we need to go too slowly.

Centering herself, Jane sat back down and opened her mouth to make small talk only for it to snap shut a second later. All three of them peered at the empty space Maura had just vacated before glancing at each other.

Jane sighed. Okayyyy, something is definitely up. "Okay, I'm not stupid. What's with the weirdness?" She glared at Frost. He looked almost nervous, and was that… "Are you sweating?" Her tone was incredulous.

Frost picked up a nearby napkin and wiped his entire head with it. "Yeah, just too many people in here tonight I guess." His eyes cut to from Korsak to Frankie.

They all smiled at her and nodded.

Jane's eyes narrowed. "Uh huh. Did somebody find pictures of me naked or something? Why won't any of you look me in the face for more than a few seconds?"

"Oh look! Here comes Maura. Move over and let her in, Jane." Korsak interjected.

For some reason, all three men stood as Maura approached the table.

Jane glared at them, but then her eyes caught Maura. She shrugged at the question written plainly on Maura's features.

Finally, they sat back down and engaged in a very uncomfortable silence.

"Okay! What the hell?!" Jane had reached her quota. "I know I haven't seen you guys outside work all week, but there's no reason to freeze us out like this!"

Frankie actually jumped as if he had been punched.

Frost popped up, jostling Frankie's chair enough to send him tittering toward the floor. At the last second, he grabbed onto the table to right himself.

"Uh…I was just going to get another drink because the waitress is…busy?" Frost's tone was tremulous, timid.

Korsak sighed, grabbed Frost's arm and pulled him back to his chair. They shared a look between them. Korsak tipped his head in their direction as his eyes bulged.

Jane crossed her arms and waited. "This had better be good." A hand covered her bicep, and she looked down into Maura's worried eyes. "I'm fine," she whispered but could see Maura's disbelief at her words. The hell I am!

"I'm just going to spit it out. There's no other way to do it. Are you…" Barry parted the index and middle fingers on both hands, forming a V. Twisting them, he brought the appendages together until his knuckles touched.

Korsak groaned.

"Sweet Jesus." Frankie blurted and hid his eyes.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Jane's voice went several octaves. What the fuck did I miss the last few days?

Frost turned first to Korsak who thinned his lips and rolled his eyes. Then, he peered at Frankie whose face was redder than Jane had ever seen it. Frost's shoulders slumped. "It was symbolic…for scissors."

"Okayyy? What does that have to do with you acting like an ass?" Jane heard as well as felt it when Maura sucked in a deep breath.

It was followed by a dignified chuckle.

All eyes swung in Maura's direction.

Jane felt an eyebrow shoot to her forehead. Maura leaned closer and whispered in her ear. "I do believe he's referring to a sexual position supposedly favored by lesbians according to men…that is."

The other eyebrow joined the former. Jane's mouth fell open. "Oh." Blood rushed to her face, leaving it hot. She certainly understood now why Frost was sweating. I guess that cat is out of the bag.

Maura smiled and patted her arm. "Precisely."

Jane swung her gaze toward her friends, seeing their renewed refusal for eye contact. That's what all this craziness is about? They've been sitting here gossiping about us like hens. Irritation raced over her skin as she realized that Barry Frost was the ring leader.

Then, it was back to Maura who looked at her indulgently. A thousand words passed between them in silent communication while the rest of the table was utterly distracted. Maura's nod was almost undetectable, but Jane was so attuned to her that it was clear as day. Jane's lips quirked upward, and she decided that it was a precious thing for someone to know her so well. She turned toward her partner, her brother, and her friend. Jane deliberately hardened her features. The cat may have been out of the bag, but that didn't mean that she couldn't have a little fun and scratch some eyes out.