"Rizzoli, where the hell have you and Frost been? Do you know what time it is?" Lieutenant Cavanaugh called across the room as both detectives plopped down at their desks.

"We took an early lunch, but we're not going anywhere now, sir. I realize it's 12:30. We probably should have told someone we were taking off early." She flinched, averting her eyes from her superior. "I'm sorry, Lieutenant."

"An early lunch? Since when do you take an early lunch?" Crossing to stand next to their desks, Cavanaugh scowled down at the two of them. Frost glanced to Jane; his eyes asked her what he should say. Jane glanced to Frost; her eyes were pleading with him not to say anything. The lieutenant shook his head. "Never mind. You're lucky a case didn't come in while you two were MIA. Next time, you tell Sergeant Korsak before you decide to slip off. Got it?"

Frost cleared his throat. "Yeah, we … uh … we got it. We won't do that again, Lieutenant." With an apologetic look, he added, "Is there anything you need right now, sir?"

"No," Cavanaugh barked at him, "right now what I need is to talk to Rizzoli. I've been trying to find you for an hour now. You ever heard of answering your phone?" He turned to her.

Surprise and terror filled the senior detective's eyes as she pulled her phone from her belt clip and glanced at the screen. "Shit," she hissed as she saw the display. "I'm sorry, sir. It was on silent. I was trying to avoid Ma last night because Maura and I were," Barry clearing his throat caused her to abruptly stop talking. "Never mind. It won't happen again."

"My office." He turned on his heels and headed in that direction. "Now."

Jane quietly stepped into the lieutenant's office, closing the door behind her. At his head motion, she took a seat in the visitor's chair across from him, and she waited as he riffled through the papers on the desk between them. Finally, he pulled out a piece of paper and held it up for her to see. "You know what this is?"

Slowly she took the paper and looked it over. It was an HR form, and, for a moment, she was confused as to why he had it and why it mattered. Finally, her eyes ran over what the form actually was and who had turned it it. "It's an 'In Case of Emergency' form," she said, mouth going dry. "Everyone has one," her voice was steady, eyes stone as she handed the paper back to her superior officer.

"Yeah, but not everyone has one with your name as their ICE person, Rizzoli, and they sure as hell don't have you down as their significant other." He let the paper slide from his hands and fall to the desk top. "When were you planning on telling me about this?"

"It's a new development, actually," Jane replied as she mentally cursed Maura for doing this without telling her first. "Besides, I wasn't aware I needed your permission to date someone."

"My permission? You think that's what this is about." He snorted. "What you do and who you do on your own time is no one's business but yours. As long as you come to work and do your job like you're supposed to, I don't care what the hell you do after hours, but," he leaned forward, one finger hitting the paper on his desk as he emphasized what he was saying, "dating someone you work with is dangerous, and, if I so much as suspect that its going to cause a problem, you're out of here. Do you understand me?"

"I," she blinked, stammering over what to say as her brain processed it, "I don't think there would be a problem, sir. You know how professional she is, and you know how I feel about my jo..."

"I know how you feel about her, too," Cavanaugh broke in. "Hell, the whole precinct knows how you feel about her. Look," he leaned back in his chair, "I don't have a problem with two women dating each other. I do have a problem if the drama that goes along with it starts affecting my department."

"Seriously?" The jaw muscles in Jane's face flexed as she tried to hold back the retorts that wanted to pour out of her mouth. Taking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes and mentally counted to ten. "With all due respect Lieutenant, I don't think you shouldn't even have that sheet of paper unless Maura was seriously hurt, so the fact that we're having this conversation is suspect, and, honestly, I don't really care if you're okay with me dating Maura or not. I'm going to date Maura. That's just how it is. There's nothing in the code book that says we can't. If you're threatening me to keep my 'woman drama' out of the office, you're already barking up the wrong tree. Korsak has more drama with his dogs than I do with my girlfriend." Her breath hitched at the word 'girlfriend', but she continued on. "Unless you have something to tell me that relates to my job as I'm doing it right now," she said as she stood up, reaching down to take the paper still under his finger off of his desk, "I think we're done here, and I'm taking this," she pulled the paper up and off the desk, "back down to HR."

"What are you going to say, Rizzoli? HR was doing their job. Whenever two people who work on the same team put each other down as ICE, the commanding officer is notified. Plus, I need that for my files. No one here is doing anything they shouldn't." He glared at her, waiting for her to hand the paper back to him.

"Are we done here?" She chucked the paper back onto the top of the desk.

He nodded. "I said what needs to be said. You got issues with it, you know what to do."

With a grunt and a glare, she grumbled, "I'm out of here."

Jane stormed out of Cavanaugh's office, breezed past her partner and her ex-parnter, and headed for the elevators.

"Where you going?" Korsak called out to her retreating form.

"The morgue. The company's better," she spat out just before she stepped into the elevators.

Korsak gave Frost a confused look. "What do you think just happened in there?"

"Man, I don't know," Frost said, shaking his head, "but I wouldn't want to be in her line of fire anytime soon."

The elder detective nodded his agreement. "You think we ought to warn Doctor Isles?"

"Nope," Barry said as he turned his attention back to his monitor. "I think the doc is probably the only one who could handle her right now."

"Yeah," Korsak agreed, following Frost's lead, "you're probably right."

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