Jane sat at her desk in the bullpen and stared at a file in front of her. Since there were no open cases right now she tried to get some paperwork done but hadn't even read through one page in hours. The last evening was still too present in her mind. The only thing she could think about was the question if Maura might be into women. She had recalled every conversation she had with her about this topic but couldn't come up with any answer. The situation was made worse by the fact that each of these conversations were connected to a memory of a wonderful day spent with Dr. Maura Isles. So she had spent the last hours in a loop of trying to find an answer, straying from that by reliving memories and forcing herself to concentrate again. From time to time her train of thoughts was interrupted by the equally nagging question of why it did bother her this much.

Detective Barry Frost, who was also sitting at his desk, had studied his partner for quite a while now. While staring at the same page of the file on her desk for hours, Jane Rizzolis facial expression constantly shifted between concentrated, dreamy, irritated accompanied by a groan and then back again to concentrated. Barry Frost snickered. His partner seemed to try to think something trough obliviously without success. He finally showed mercy willing to help his partner out of her endless loop of thoughts and asked: "Hey Jane, you okay over there?"

Jane looked up to face him. "I'm just thinking about stuff."

"Yeah, I guessed so. But it didn't seem to be productive. Maybe a second opinion would be helpful."

Jane debated with herself if should tell her partner what was on her mind. Usually she didn't share much of her private life with her colleagues, but no matter how hard she had tried she couldn't come up with an answer to her questions. So she leant back in her chair with a serious expression on her face. "Frost. Your mother is engaged to other woman."

"Jane. We already know that. I hope you haven't wasted the whole day thinking about that."

"Noooo, Frost. I know that you know that. But…"

After that opening Frost sure was eager to hear about was what on Jane's mind. "But?"

"You know, that day in the Robber, after the game, you said that you knew about their relationship for a while."

"Yes…"

"How?"

"How what?"

"How did you know that they are, you know, together?"

"You mean aside from the fact that they have been living together for a very long time?" Frost chuckled.

"Frost! Damn! I'm serious!"

"Okay okay. I guess it was the way they were acting around each other, or the way the respond to the other."

Jane nodded slowly but said: "Okay. But I mean, have you ever had the assumption that your mother might be gay or something before?"

Frost put down the pen he had been holding, leant back and crossed his arms. "Jane. Are you asking me, if there is something like a gaydar?"

Jane groaned. The way Frost had formulated her question it really sounded strange. But nevertheless she had to get some input because she was sure would go crazy if she had to spend another hour alone in her train of thoughts. "Yeah, somehow..."

Barry Frost grinned from ear to ear. This could turn out to be the best day of his life. On the one hand the rain last night had cooled down Boston in a way that he was finally able to wear a suit without going insane. On the other hand a nervous Detective Jane Rizzoli sat across of him, fumbling around with a pen, and with one single question had just offered him an opportunity to show his interrogation skills and get to know something private about her. "Detective Rizzoli." he said making sure he had Jane's attention and trying to mimic Jane stare-down-glance. "You are asking me if there is a way to tell if somebody might be gay? And you are assuming that because my mother marries a woman I have this special skill?"

Jane nodded slowly but stayed silent.

"Why the sudden interest in someone's sexual preferences? Have you recently met someone whose interests are important to you?" He made a pause. "Nah, I don't think so. I assume it's someone you already know, someone close to you." He studied Jane's face. She hold his glance but was looking more and more stressed even a bit terrified. "You know, that if there is something like a gaydar and if I have this exceptional skill, you won't gather any information without telling me who you were thinking about?" Jane winced. "Jane. Come on. Something you'd better understand. I won't tell you if I'm able to give you the information you requested. So you can choose, Detective, either you keep trying to solve this on your own as you have the last hours, or, and that is what I recommend, you tell me, who we are talking about, and then I will tell you everything I know about this."

Jane finally looked away surrendering. Inwardly Detective Frost high fived himself. He just had stared down Jane Rizzoli. Damn Korsak, that he wasn't around, because he definitly wouldn't believe him. "Jane, spit it out."

"Damn Frost, now of all times you decide to act like a detective?" Jane had to smile. Frost did a really good job as a partner and as a friend. "It's about yesterday. You know, in the Robber. This Sam doctor was there." Jane paused at if she was waiting for conformation.

Frost got an idea where Jane was going with this. Not wanting to destroy one of the rare moments where Jane Rizzoli opened up to him, he just nodded, indicating her to go on.

Jane continued: "I somehow had the feeling that she and Maura were, I dunno, flirting or something. Maybe they hadn't and I'm just misinterpreting here. Maura never mentioned something like this. I mean, that she and ... you know. But maybe she had said something and I wasn't listening. Or she wanted to tell me in the last weeks and I was a jerk and she hadn't the feeling that she could tell me. Or… or she never even had the feeling that she can trust me enough to tell me that she's like this." Jane hung her head, sighing mournful.

"Jane." Frost almost felt sorry for his partner. Since they seemed to have a heart to heart talk he opted to answer straightforward. "So that's what is troubling you? That Dr. Isles might be bi sexual or whatever? And that she hadn't told you? I don't know if she had been flirting yesterday, but even if she did, Sam seems to be nice and they seemed to have a lot of common interests. So Sam wouldn't be the worst choice. If Maura hasn't told you intentionally, she has reason. I mean, leaving your quarrel aside, it's not easy to talk to you about private stuff especially love life. And if you would talk about this with her in the same way you just told me more or less what is bothering you, I can understand why she hasn't said anything."

Jane blankly stared at him. "What are you talking about, Frost?"

"Really, Jane? 'If she's like this'?" Frost cited her.

"You imply I'm homophobic? You should know better than that, Frost."

"I know that you are not homophobic. But I though wonder why this is bothering you like this. You have been sitting there for hours thinking."

"Damn, Frost. I'm her best friend. I should know something like that. I should know if she is interested in women too. She should trust me enough."

"Yeah, you're right about that trust thing. That's something you two should talk about. But if she is, it wouldn't change anything between you, would it?"

Jane didn't answer.

"So you have a problem with gay people after all!"

"Fuck, Frost, no! That's not it."

"What is it then, Jane?"

"I don't know, Frost. Okay?! I just don't know."

"Well you should just go and ask her. She's your friend after all. But before you do that, you should figure out what this is about."

Meanwhile Maura had just got a tea in the cafe and was standing at the elevator as Frankie Rizzoli approached.

"Hey Maura. How are you doing?" he asked smiling at her.

"Fine," she answered, "thank you, Frankie. How are you?" Maura still felt a bit uncomfortable around him after her drunken confession a few nights ago.

"Tired, but fine. Sooo..." he hesitated but went on, "how are things going with my sister?"

Maura tried her best not to wince but she still did. "She is really attentive lately. Bringing me tea or coffee, texting me during the day, calling after works ."

Frankie chuckled. "She feels guilty."

"I'm aware of that, though I appreciate her attempts." Maura had to smile dreamy.

"Yeah my sis can be sweet if she wants to. I know. But," the elevator cab arrived and they stepped in. "Maura... I dunno." he ran his fingers through his hair, "it's not easy for me to tell you. But I don't know if my sis will ever return your feelings. I hope so, 'cause I'm sure she wouldn't make it through a month without you, but I don't know and you don't know and maybe that will never happen."

Maura swallowed hard. She knew that Jane most probability wouldn't feel the same way she did. She nodded.

"And I know it takes time to overcome a crush like this." Frankie continued, "but you should try, Maura. And that brings us to this Sam doctor." Frankie chuckled. "She seemed to be nice."

Maura remembered the last evening. After a long time she had enjoyed an evening without thinking about all the unsolved problems in her life. She smiled. "Yes she definitely is."

The elevator doors opened and both of them stepped out. "Soooo?" Frankie asked wiggling his eyebrows.

"Frankie..."

"Yeah it's too early and you still have feelings for Jane. I know. But Sam seems to be fun and uncomplicated and...Maura! I just want you to, ya know, try something else and so... And you seemed to like her. So this is my advice. Call her and meet her again. It doesn't have to mean anything but at least try, Maura." Frankie stepped back into the elevator and pressed the button. He winked as the doors closed.