I got all inspired by your wonderful reviews and went and wrote about 4000 more words worth of this, and I'm nowhere near finished. But I figured I might as well throw y'all a bone and give you a chapter. Should be updated... when I get around to it.

And I'd like to borrow the words of the lovely Googlemouth:

Dear Bigoted Reviewers:

You read an entire story about same-sex-attracted women. Yeah, YOU'RE straight. You're a sad, pathetic little person whose life is clearly very empty, but sure, you could be straight. Now, go read several more lesbian/femslash fanfic stories and keep telling yourself how straight you are. We'll all pray for you. Peace.

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Maura smiled benevolently. "Please Jane, it's Maura."

"Okay, Maura it is." Jane replied with a smile.

Maura felt her mind melt as she took in the beautiful grin. Something about it put her at ease. Something about the charismatic person before her felt like home.

"So, you're the new medical examiner. I heard that we were going to meet Dr. Mallard's replacement tomorrow. It's kinda cool to get to meet you first, get ahead of the guys. It'll be nice to be working closely with another woman. The justice system is a real boy's game, you know?"

"Yes, the military and police are among the top male-dominated professions in the country." Maura spit out through the haze of attraction in her mind, then immediately inwardly cringed. This was not the time to sound like an encyclopedia. "So, you said we would be working closely together. I gather you're Homicide?"

"You've got me pegged, Doc."

That grin. Maura had only known Jane for a few minutes but already she knew she loved that grin. "So what motivated you to challenge the glass ceilings in the force?"

"It was never anything noble like breaking ceilings or climbing the ranks to pave the way or anything," Jane couldn't resist bragging just a bit. "though I was the first woman ever to make Homicide Detective."

Maura's eyebrows rose and she smiled, impressed.

"I just knew I didn't want to go into the family business, plumbing. Rizzoli & Daughter doesn't have a great ring to it."

This time the grin was accompanied by a gentle elbow to the ribs. Maura was surprised at Jane's almost instant friendliness and ease with socially awkward her. But she wasn't complaining one bit.

"I guess I was just always good at kicking ass." Jane turned toward the bar and picked up her drink, which Maura mimicked. Maura watched as the captivating woman downed a few ccs of liquor; something about it was oddly sexual. Maura had to restrain herself from running her tongue over her lips in arousal. She would have to work professionally with this woman, after all.

"What about you?" the detective asked, setting down the alcohol and turning back toward her conversational partner. "How'd you become an ME? Don't tell me you always wanted to dissect dead bodies." An easy chuckle followed her last teasing sentence.

Maura wasn't chuckling. Her mouth twisted into a sort-of grimace and she looked at once ashamed and apologetic. "Okay, I won't."

Her mood was instantly lightened when she once again elicited a peal of laughter from the lanky woman. "Hey, I don't judge."

Maura got a far-off look in her eye as she gazed into her wine. "Neither do the dead. They don't judge or tease. They don't shun or ridicule. And in return I help them. I figure out what the corpses are trying to tell me and I help find justice for them." Maura surprised herself by opening up so easily. Maybe the wine had gotten her talkative. Or maybe it was the way this woman felt so comfortable and trustworthy. So… right.

Jane scooted a bit closer and, much to Maura's surprise placed an arm around the smaller woman's shoulders. "I get it. People can be assholes."

"Language, Jane."

Jane gave a small smile, but it quickly faded. "One of the kids in my neighborhood used to call me Frog Face." She looked over to the medical examiner and tried to fake a wry smile, as if it didn't affect her anymore.

"Oh Jane," Maura responded, leaning further into the detective's embrace and grasping the hand that hung over her shoulder while gazing into the face now inches from hers "You don't have a frog face at all. Your features are very aesthetically pleasing."

Jane gave a small, inaudible chuckle that might've gone unnoticed to the medical examiner had she not been able to feel the detective's breath sweep across her face. "I'm not entirely sure what that means, but I'll assume it's positive." There was that turn-your-brain-into-goo grin again. Metaphorically speaking. It would take high velocities, extreme temperatures, or a severe disease to literally turn the brain to goo.

"My classmates used to call me 'Maura the bore-a'." the medical examiner divulged nonchalantly, as if she didn't still think back on it and wonder if it were true. "I believe they meant to call me a bore, but it didn't rhyme."

Jane squeezed her new buddy's shoulders comfortingly. "Hey. You are not boring. I bet they were just jealous of your intellect."

Maura relaxed into Jane's grasp, setting her head on the taller woman's shoulder. "Maybe. I was the youngest in my class."

"By how much?"

"Only a couple of years."

Jane gave the breathy chuckle again and set her chin down on the top of Maura's head.

Maura couldn't believe what was happening. At first she was gawking, and when she got caught she thought she would simply get told off and that would be the end of it. But instead she had somehow made the beautiful woman laugh. Jane. They were already on a first-name basis, she realized with a small smile. They had gotten to talking, and Jane hadn't been scared off by her… oddness. Then the touching had begun, and the deeper conversation. Now she was situated comfortably in Detective Rizzoli's strong arms, wrapped in her warm embrace.

Maura stiffened as she remembered where she was. She was entangled with this woman she'd barely met at the bar of a nice restaurant. She became suddenly self-aware and a bit paranoid that other patrons were watching them, but couldn't bring herself to break their intimate, comfortable position.

Jane felt the smaller woman stiffen in her arms. Maura seemed troubled for some reason. Maura, who seemed at once innocent and wise, intelligent and vulnerable. Jane's brow furrowed as she realized that she had opened up more to this woman in a few minutes than she had to Korsak in a few weeks when they were first partners. Jane's face assumed a peculiar expression when she realized that she didn't mind. Something about the beautiful woman in her arms seemed trustworthy. She had some gut instinct that she could tell the doctor anything and it wouldn't be divulged to anyone ever.

Jane peered downward at the woman practically laying against her to try to discern the problem. It faintly registered that her hair smelled like a beautiful mix of lilac, lavender, and… pomegranate? Jane couldn't see her companion's face from her angle, but she did spot their hands intertwined over Maura's right shoulder. No one touched her hands, not since she gained the scars. It seemed so… intimate.

Ding ding ding, we have a winner. Intimate. It hit Jane suddenly that the reason Maura had stiffened was because it had become apparent to her that they were being rather intimate in a public setting. A light blush flooded her cheeks.

"Hey, have you eaten?" Jane asked, pulling back a little and moving her hand from Maura's shoulder to her upper arm without losing that bit of contact.

Maura recovered quickly from the surprise of Jane's out-of-the-blue inquiry. "No, I hadn't ordered yet before coming over here. Did you have something in mind?"

"Yeah, a burger sounds pretty good right now. Wanna head over to that diner a couple blocks from here?"

"Sure, I could go for a house salad."

The two women never relinquished contact as Maura paid the bill and made their way to the parking lot, Jane with her hand alternating between Maura's left shoulder and upper back.

"Your car or mine?" Jane's hand slipped lower and rested in the small of Maura's back.

"I took a cab here, so yours." Maura stepped a little to her left and Jane's hand snaked to her right hip. Jane broke contact a moment later to skip a step ahead and open the passenger side door for Maura, then gently guide her in with a hand on her shoulder and walk around to the driver's side and get in.

Maura buckled her seatbelt and instructed Jane to do so as well when the lanky brunette started the car and put it in reverse without first following safety protocols. "I'm the officer of the law; shouldn't I be telling you that?" Jane teased as she did as she was told.

Thanks for reading.

Oh, and in case you've forgotten, I don't own the show. I just like to borrow the characters.