A/N: And the fluff begins...

Stuevie's was a hole in the wall venue and unlike any place Maura had ever experienced. The moment she walked in, the air was heavy with the scent of cheap alcohol and cigarette smoke. The girls in attendance were dressed similarly to her, but she still felt as if she were an outsider. This was their scene—their home—and she was nothing more than some girl playing dress up.

…and then Jane held her hand. "This place can get crazy sometimes. Just stick with me," Jane told her. Stick with her? At that moment, Maura was ready to travel to the edge of the world and back with her. She had expected someone to make a comment about the two of them holding hands, but Maura had yet to notice anyone even giving them a second glance. They were accepted there and she was free to be affectionate with Jane—if she ever had the nerve to be affectionate with Jane.

"Snot's set is in fifteen minutes," Markie told them. "Wanna just chill for now?"

"Your friend's name is Snot?" Mark asked. "Is that on his birth certificate?"

"Nah," Markie responded. "His real name is Steven, but he's a fucking piece of snot, so everyone addresses him as such. He met Maura a couple of days ago and called her the Queen of the Dead."

"Why?" Jane asked.

"She's a necrophiliac," Mark told Jane. "I forgot to mention that."

"I'm not a necrophiliac," Maura said defensively.

"What?" Mark asked, well aware of what Maura had told him.

"I'm not a necrophiliac!" Maura shouted. Much to her chagrin, the song had ended and everyone was staring at her. There were people who started laughing while others just stood with their mouths hanging open, eyeing her. It was one of the most embarrassing moments of her life and she wasn't quite sure how to get herself out of it.

"Well, she isn't," Jane announced. "And I'm especially happy about that."

Maura scanned the room and noticed that people were starting to pay less attention to her now that Jane had spoken. Jane was a regular there and, as long as she stayed with her, everything was going to be okay. Those who had laughed had now returned to their alcohol and cigarettes or whatever they had used to amuse themselves before their amusement came at Maura's expense.

"Thank you," Maura mouthed to Jane. There was no verbal response from Jane, but seeing her smile was all that Maura needed.

Maura wasn't quite sure why, but when she had agreed to hear Snot's band play, she had imagined him singing heartfelt lyrics over the sound of an acoustic guitar, but she couldn't have been further from the reality of the situation. Snot's lyrics might have been heartfelt, but Maura couldn't tell over his shouting and the loudness of his guitar.

"Mosh pit?" Mark suggested once the mosh pit in the center of the Stuevie's was in full force.

"Fuck yeah!" Markie responded. "Maura, you in?"

"Maura and I are going to sit this one out," Jane told them. Maura had never experienced a mosh pit before, but judging by the way people were moving around so violently, she knew she wanted no part of it.

"You should be in there with them," Maura said to Jane when they were standing alone against a wall. Just as she was during childhood, Maura was standing against a wall observing instead of participating, but for the first time she actually didn't mind. For Maura, life wasn't what was happening in the mosh pit; life was what was happening while standing against the wall with Jane.

"Mosh pits aren't my thing," Jane admitted. "I was in one this summer and some guy grabbed my ass, so I decked him. It was all so gross and then his girlfriend jumped in and tried to take me on."

"You were in a bar fight?" Maura asked. "You're eighteen-years-old and you've already been in a bar fight. That's impressive."

"I guess," Jane laughed. "So does this mean you like bad girls?"

Maura leaned in closer to her until their lips were just inches apart. "That depends."

"On?"

"On whether or not you're a bad girl," Maura responded. She was about to close the gap between them when Jane pulled away.

"You wanna get out of here?" Jane asked. "We can go to the backseat of Mark's car."

This is it, Maura. She wants you as much as you want her.

Maura had felt herself coming undone from the moment she first laid eyes on Jane. Jane was gorgeous, but so were a lot of girls. It was much more than her appearance that completely dismantled Maura. Jane was a sweet girl with a tough side—maybe even a bad side—and Maura was eager to find out just how bad she could be.

Maura had expected, no, she wanted Jane to ravish her, but instead Jane kept her distance. "I guess I'm not much of a bad girl," Jane admitted.

Maura suddenly felt relieved. Now that she had stopped to think, she wondered how she could let her libido get the best of her. "Neither am I."

"But I'm glad I finally have you alone," Jane told her. "I've been waiting this whole time to get you alone."

"Why is that?" Maura asked as she scooted closer to Jane.

"I don't know," Jane shrugged. She looked out the window and then looked at the stamp the bouncer had put on her hand, anything to keep from showing Maura how embarrassed she was.

"Tell me about Jane…"

"Rizzoli," Jane added.

"Tell me about Jane Rizzoli," Maura urged her.

"You want the truth?"

"Nothing but the truth," Maura insisted.

Jane quickly looked down before smiling. Had it been Mark or her mom she was talking to, they would have known she was up to something, but Maura was completely oblivious. "All I can say is that my life is pretty plain. I like watchin' the puddles gather rain."

"That's where this is headed?" Maura asked. She didn't want to humor Jane, but she was grateful Jane had added some levity to their situation. "Would you like to know about Maura Isles?"

"I want to know everything about Maura Isles," Jane insisted.

Maura paused for a few seconds so she could try to remember the lyrics. The fact that they were speaking these lyrics rather than singing them made Maura laugh out loud. "All I could do is just pour some tea for two and speak my point of view, but it's not sane. I just want someone to say to me, I'll always be there when you wake. You know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today."

Jane knew she was being bold, but she saw it as the perfect opportunity to kiss Maura's hand. "So stay with me and I'll have it made."

Jane was staring at her with her big brown eyes as she had Maura's hand pressed to her lips. The gesture seemed sincere, but was there any sincerity in her words or was she just going along with their exchange of song lyrics. Maura wanted to find out, but she knew rejection would just add to all of the embarrassment she had felt earlier, so she decided to change the subject. "Jane?"

"Yes?"

"We really should stop pilfering that Blind Melon song," Maura insisted.

"Good idea," Jane agreed.

"Jane?" Maura asked, hoping her questions hadn't made her a nuisance.

"What's up?"

"You don't have to let go of my hand."

Jane made the switch from cupping Maura's hand to lacing their fingers. It was a small gesture, but it was still so intimate for the two of them. Jane and Maura reveled in the innocence of their situation. They had both wondered if the other was interested in pursuing this, but now it went without saying. While others were seeking to hook up, they were satisfied with holding hands in the backseat of Mark's car. Mark was going to tease them mercilessly for it, but they no longer cared. Jane and Maura were going to take things to the next level tomorrow by going on their first real date with each other.