Author's Note: Here it is, the third chapter. Welcome to fluffland. This chapter is very much focused of the beginning of Jane and Maura's relationship and stands as the turning point in the plot. Hope you enjoy, and please review... it keeps me going. Knowing people love the story has made me love it more.

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Luckily, the autopsies had only taken two hours to do. The two corpses showed straight forward deaths. Femke's cerebellum had been punctured, as had the pituitary gland. Frost observed from the corner of the room, unable to watch up close, but he was processing everything Maura had said. No fingerprints had been found at all and due to the swiftness of the kill, the woman hadn't struggled. Luton on the other hand was a different case. He had struggled, and Maura was pleased with herself when she found a cotton fiber of a dark green tint under the man's nails. He had scratched at the killer to be released. It looked like something that belonged to a summer coat, tightly wound and symmetrically complete.

The doctor collapsed into the chair at Jane's desk in the bullpen and looked at the ceiling. "What time is it?"

"4am," Frost said.

Korsak peered at his computer. "Let's run through the facts…then it's time to go home." They nodded and everybody surrounded around the monitor. "Two students, one an international exchange, one an American-Englishman. Both at BCU studying English Literature. They were in the same class." He paused, running over the information they had gotten. "We'll start with Femke Timmermans. Born in Aruba, parents are poor, but she was given a scholarship from BCU and her old high school, E. P. B, Oranjestad. Second in the class, the top being Henry. Hard worker, security recognised her. Apparently she was at the library nearly every night." He continued to read, occasionally looking at his team who were writing everything down. "Next… Henry Luton… English mother, from Brighton, UK, American father… He's from Kansas. Top of the class, so we may be looking for rivals… anybody with a grudge towards both these kids. Maura?"

The doctor nodded and stood up, toning down the jargon so that her colleagues could understand. "The first weapon was a pair of multifunctional scissors. Yes, these could have come from everywhere. The scissors punctured a clear portion of Femke's brain. Three sections were totally shredded and pieces of cartilage on the top cervical vertebrae was split. This killer was angry, the force of the stabbing was powerful, notice the immediate ripping of the epidermis. The entrance sight?"

She showed the crew a picture on her laptop. Everybody scribbled in their notepads. "Back to Henry Luton… we have more evidence here. A cotton fiber was found under his right nail. He struggled, and reached back to stop his attacker to no avail. His trachea was crushed, vertebrae out of line… it was a nasty strangling. The fiber is from a green summer coat, tightly wound." She showed them the images conjured up by forensics at the site of the murder.

"Thank you Dr. Isles," Korsak glanced at her. She nodded and sat down, rubbing at her tired, irritated eyes. After the rest of the homicide team were updated, Korsak smiled. "You ready to go home?"

Maura grinned back, having perked up slightly. "Yes.… I was rather irritable earlier, I apologize."

He shrugged and gathered his things, following her out of the office after turning the lights out. Locking up, he smiled. "Everybody has their bad days."

"This is true… Sometimes we just have to free our brains to draw additional connections and conclusions from different ideas… different concepts." She looked at his blank look. "I'm saying… sometimes your brain can't help but go down that long spiral of a bad mood. It's natural." He blinked. "It's all neurobiology."

"Of course," he chuckled and put the car into gear before driving out of the staff carpark. "Don't sweat it… everybody goes through these tough cases… I know it's hard for you."

"It was the best place of my entire college experience. I used to…" she had a warm smile on her face. "I used to bring my blanket, make a little project for myself here and just… study." Korsak nodded, gesturing for her to continue. "You know… I got Bass when I was at BCU?" He shook his head. "And I was thinking, what do I call him? I had no idea… So I left him alone on his second night and went to study… Dr. William M. Bass."

Korsak's eyes widened. "BPL found you your tortoise's name?" Maura chuckled and nodded.

"I found myself there," she gave a watery smile. "I learnt who I was, that I wasn't as freaky as everyone thought I was, because there were people there who wanted to learn just as badly as I wanted to."

The older man sighed as he pulled up outside Maura's house. "Never let the cases you work on taint your memories, Maura." He watched her swallow painfully. "If you're saying what I think you're saying… that place made you who you are… a little crazy, sure… but you're gifted and a few senseless murders aren't going to take that away from you. You've learnt it all already." Now tears fell from her eyes and she felt herself get welcomed into friendly hug. "Now… you sleep well. Tell Jane I said hi." Korsak smiled, chucking her chin.

She smiled and looked at the time on the dashboard before getting out of the car. "She'll probably still be in bed." She shook her head, "what are the bets she's gonna complain my feet are cold?" Her nose wrinkled.

"So you are together." he grinned. "I knew it."

Maura cleared her throat with darting eyes. "Slip of the tongue."

"Heh, sure…" Korsak shook his head, still chuckling . "Frost owes me $50."

Rolling her eyes, Maura couldn't keep the smile off her face, for once feeling like she was really part of the team. She hadn't felt like this since she first learnt who her real father was. The homicide team had banded together and proved to be a family she could fall back against, should she need to. Maura let herself into the house, hushing Joe Friday who was letting out gruff little warning barks from upstairs.

Slipping off her heels, Maura took out a bottle of water from the fridge and quietly padded upstairs. She brushed her teeth, then splashed some water on her face and looked at her worn face in the mirror. Entering her bedroom with a sigh, she wasn't exactly surprised to see Jane sprawled over the bed, covers twisted in every direction possible. What she was surprised to see, was a pile of sweats on the floor and a visible bra strap tightened on Jane's back.

Maura shuddered and peered at the crib, seeing Mia fast asleep on her back, her little arms stretched in the air.

One phone call. That's all it had taken and Jane had successfully looked after the baby for the whole night. Saying she was proud was an understatement and without fully knowing what had come over, the woman stripped down to her own underwear and slipped into bed. "Jane… move over."

"Gowaayyy," the brunette grumbled and hugged the duvet closer, her legs tangling around the sheet.

"Jane," Maura husked and finally Jane stirred.

"Maura?"

"Yeah it's me," the medical examiner smiled and hesitantly reached out to pull Jane against her. Jane giggled at the tickling feeling against her belly as Maura's hand caressed her bare skin.

"I babysat."

"You did good," Maura whispered in her ear.

Jane nodded and kept her eyes closed. "You wanna talk now?" She felt the head against her back shake. "At all?"

"No…"

"Alright," Jane nodded and turned swiftly in Maura's arms. She stared at the doctor, looking at the symmetrical, slightly pointed nose, the glistening eyes. Leaning forward she gave a smooth kiss on the woman's lips. She thought about something…"We're in bras and panties…"

"We are… It's too hot." Maura nodded, wondering why Jane was stating the obvious. "Is that a problem?"

Jane shook her head with a small smile. "Come here…" She pulled Maura forward, then hesitated and waited, her breath on Maura's lips. Maura answered her by closing the distance and she initiated a slow, warm kiss between the two of them. The detective felt Maura's tongue gain entrance to her mouth. She kissed her back, suckling gently, then pulled back in shock.

"Too much?" Maura whispered. Jane's eyes were bright and she nodded and shook her head at the same time.

"I…I uhh… never felt like this before," Jane whispered. "I dunno how I'm supposed to feel."

"Understandable," Maura smiled. "Too fast?"

"No…no," Jane took a breath, unconsciously shuffling further into Maura's arms. "I like this.. But I'm confused."

"You don't have to put a label on anything, you know…" Maura said gently and Jane nodded, glad that her best friend knew what the problem was.

"I wanna take this slow." The detective said gently. "I don't wanna rush."

"Allowed," Maura smiled and rolled them over until the doctor was settled against Jane, legs tangling together as they pulled the duvet with them. "Can I ummm…" She hesitated briefly. "Can I see your breasts?"

Jane couldn't stop the bark of laughter escape, then covered her mouth, trying to hush herself down. "Sorry…sorry, I wasn't expecting that." She saw Maura's unwavering expression and frowned. "Hey… I'm sorry."

Maura shrugged and waved it off. "So… would I be able to?"

Jane sighed. "You wanna see my tits…"

"V-Very much so," Maura mumbled, her feet warming up on Jane's healthy calves and thighs. "Only if you want to."

Jane took a shaky breath and bent down, pecking the dark blonde woman on the lips. While she kissed her, she curled her hand behind her own back and slowly undid the bra strap. The time she took taking off the garment was too much and Maura hastily pulled the straps through Jane's arms. The brunette giggled, her mouth never leaving Maura's lips. She suddenly felt cold fingers against her nipples, palms against her lower breast. "Jesus…"

"Bad circulation. Very mild Raynaud's Syndrome," Maura explained hastily, "… vasospastic disorder…my hands, they don't warm up as well as they should-" She was stopped by two fingers on her lips.

"Sweetie… I don't wanna know. Seriously, Maur, you can't googlemouth me with your hands on my boobs." She was answered with a shy squeeze and chuckled, replacing the fingers on Maura's mouth with her lips. They made out slowly, exploring each other's mouths and breasts, Maura's bra having been pulled off by Jane's slightly awkward fingers. It took three turns, but finally the detective managed to peel the laced black satin bra off.

Eventually, they calmed and Maura hugged her new lover tightly. "Korsak asks if we're together."

"Are we?" Jane asked, chuckling.

"Do you want to be?" Maura countered with a whisper.

It took Jane an excruciating amount of time to answer. "Yes." She nodded. "Like I said, I love you."

Maura smiled, leaning forward to kiss Jane's lips, the women having swapped places. She peppered busses along Jane's chest and paid close attention to her lover's left nipple, kissing gently until she heard the childish giggling from Jane who seemed to be far too ticklish in that area. The doctor felt an urgent hand on her head and looked up. The detective peered at her with questioning eyes, waiting for the answer to her unasked question. "I love you too, Jane Rizzoli."

The whisper caused a sudden sob to emerge from the brunette and Maura's eyebrows raised in confusion. "Jane?" She lay beside her and welcomed the cop into her arms. She knew it was overwhelming for Jane's rather stoic nature and trailed hands up and down her friend's back. "Shh, I've got you."

"I know," Jane whimpered, "That's why I'm crying," Maura heard the snuffling laugh coming from her neck as Jane processed the strangeness of the situation. She smiled and continued to hush the detective, hands slowly trailing up and down her back. Jane calmed down after about five minutes and began to mouth against Maura's full breast.

"I need to sleep." Maura said gently, feeling her eyes droop.

"We didn't talk about the case…" Jane said with a pout.

"This was better," Maura rolled over with a grin and pressed a kiss to the detective's shoulder. "Will you be okay with Mia for the morning?"

Jane nodded and cuddled her new girlfriend close. "It's kinda fun."

"So you take it back then?"

"Take what back?" The cop's brow furrowed.

Maura put on her best 'Jane' voice and lowered her tone considerably to mimic the detective's husky inflections, "I'm never having kids… or getting married."

Jane shrugged, noticeably embarrassed. She hid her face a little. "I dunno…"

That was enough for Maura to consider and she snuggled down under the covers, feeling Jane search out for her. They were interrupted by a long whine from the crib. "Guess that's me up."

"I'm sorry," Maura hushed. "I wish I could have helped out more."

"Yeah well…" Jane grumbled. "Two can play at that game. I wanted to help before…" She hopped out of bed and shrugged on a t-shirt, picking the sleepy baby up. Bringing her back over to the bed, she sat Mia up who began to crawl up towards Maura. The doctor hugged the covers desperately around herself and was greeted to a sloppy baby kiss on the shoulder.

"Jane!" Mia began to giggle, looking up at the cop who laughed herself. "I need to sleep."

"Fine… fine," Jane grumbled. "She doesn't wanna play with us," the tall woman whispered to the baby in a conspiring manner. She picked the infant up and settled her against her bent legs. Soon the child began to fuss and Jane sighed, bringing the baby bag and child into the living room as she began to prepare her breakfast of breadsticks and formula.

Turning on the TV, she put the news on and watched a sudden news flash about a double homicide in Boston Public Library. She tried to get as much information as she could about the case, but knew the only way to hear about it was from Maura, who at this moment in time seemed very shaken up about the whole affair. Looking down, she watched Mia's eyes closing in bliss as she drank from her bottle.

She remembered both Maura and her mother being Kangaroos, and how she'd mocked them.. But this was kinda fun. She felt a sense of accomplishment she usually felt at the end of solving a case. Making someone happy. That's all it was in the end. Mia squealed, kicking her feet against Jane's knees as she continued to drink. Jane laughed, then brought her attention back up to the television, catching up on her sports. Surprisingly, after three hours, Maura came out to the kitchen, looking wide awake and appearing as if she'd been asleep for 9 hours.
"What are you doing out of bed?" Jane was on the floor, playing with Mia who was fiddling with a wooden spoon.

"Couldn't sleep," Maura replied, walking towards the coffee maker. "Would you like one?"

Jane winced and shook her head. Her expression turned inwards. "You know what I would like?"

"What?"

"A ham sandwich."

Maura's head darted up. "Really?"

"Sure… got a craving."

The doctor gave a wide smile. "We have pastrami, will that suffice?"

"Yeah," Jane grinned. "Oh umm… now you're up, do you think you could uhh..."

"What is it?"

Jane held Mia away from herself at arms length. "Change her… I can't stomach it."

Maura snorted. "So that's your excuse," she shook her head, giggling. "I think I can let you off just this once." She got her own breakfast prepared and then made a start on Jane's. "Think you can handle some fruit?"

"Anything that's not apples or apricots," Jane said with a crooked grin.

Maura laughed. She listened avidly at the sounds of Mia babbling excitedly as she smacked the wooden spoon against the hard laminate and tried not to let her heart flutter. Ever since she had saved that baby's life at the sauna, her mind was constantly on the idea of raising a family. The problem she faced now was waiting until she was settled in this new relationship with Jane to bring it up. And that might just take years. She brought over Jane's dish of breakfast, a sliced banana covered in peanut butter and a pastrami on rye bread that she'd defrosted from the freezer. "Try that…"

"Thank you," Jane grinned and pulled Maura gently by the collar of her newly put on blouse, giving her a quick kiss of appreciation.

Maura stood up with fluttering eyes when they broke away. "I uhh… I'm going to have to get used to this, I think." Jane just nodded and watched as the blonde picked the baby up. "Come on, stinky." Maura took the changing bag and hung it over her free shoulder, "be back in a minute."

Jane smiled and watched her leave. She picked up her phone and popped a piece of banana in her mouth, chewing cautiously before she realized she was enjoying herself. "Korsak? It's me…"

"Jane! How're you doing?"

"Good… you hear this noise?" She chomped loudly and could only imagine the wince at the other end of the phone. "I'm eating… banana, would you believe… so you need to do anything you can to get Dr. Carver to clear me."

"Jane…"

"Come on, Vince…"

"It's not that simple, have you arranged another session with him?"

"Yeah… on Monday. I can't wait that long."

Korsak laughed. "Two days, Rizzoli?"

Jane sighed and batted the drool covered wooden spoon on the rug in front of her, just because she could. "Maura was completely spooked last night."

"I know," he sighed. "If I'm honest, you not being at work isn't helping."

Jane waved her hands. "You see? She needs me there, you all do." She slowed down her speech and sighed. "Korsak, I need to be on this case. Please…"

Vince sighed, shrugging on his suit jacket. "I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you," she grinned. "Heyyy, everything okay?" Maura nodded with a smile and sat Mia back down by Jane who watched the infant try and climb up her chest, supporting her bottom with one hand to stop the baby from falling.

"You talkin' to me, Rizzoli?"

"No I uhh… I was talking to Joe Friday…" She rolled her eyes when Mia decided to suddenly shriek excitedly, bopping up and down as she tried to stand up against her babysitter's shoulders.

"Awww, Jane Rizzoli is playing mommies and daddies," Vince sighed dramatically. "What a beautiful thing to hear."

Jane rolled her eyes. "Quit getting weepy on me, just… will you try getting me back on the team? Or bring my appointment forward?" She took a chomp out of her sandwich and hummed.
"Sure," Korsak nodded to himself. "I'll see Maura in a bit?"

"Yeah… She's in at midday." Jane said her goodbyes and hung up, looking at Maura who was tucking into some granola and milk behind her on the couch. "I think it might work."
"You're sure you want to get back? Jane, this is a horrible case."

"I've seen worse," Jane reached up and stroked the woman's thigh. "You're taking it very personally. And that's totally allowed." Maura felt like she should argue back, but she had to face facts that Jane was right. Jane blinked when Maura put her bowl of cereal down and lowered herself to the floor, sitting in front of Jane with a smile on her face. Mia turned in Jane's arms, pointing and squealing at Maura. "Hey Maur?"

"Yeah…" The blonde rolled a rattle around in her hand.

"Is it bad that I like this so much?" She looked at the baby, then back up and watched Maura's eyes widen. She shook her head frantically. "I mean… I.. I dunno what I mean."

Maura quickly covered the woman's hand. "I know what you meant." She leaned forward and pecked Jane's lips, receiving a little slap to the cheek from an excitable Mia. The baby seemed to have surprised herself when Maura's mouth dropped. Her big blue eyes looked up at both of them and she showed off an expert pout. Jane found herself in a heap of giggles.

"Jane…"

"She just full on hit you!" Jane held her stomach, rolling around on the floor. This set the baby off and she began to point and giggle. Maura realized then that both of them had lost the plot and she sat Mia on her lap, letting her slouch against her chest. Jane sat up again and looked at the woman, holding the child who was snuggling against her torso. "Must kill Jamie to leave her behind."

Maura nodded, and was offered a small bear from the infant. "Thank you…" She looked at Jane. "You want this to be more than a one time thing?"

"The babysitting?" Jane asked with a blink. She watched as Mia happily began to gnaw on Maura's thumb, and she noticed the woman's discomfort with it.

"Yes." Maura nodded, soldiering on. She finally claimed her saliva covered thumb back, unfortunately a little roughly and heard the baby begin to cry.

"Uh-oh…" Jane murmured with a small grin. "Here," she handed the teething ring to the baby and watched Mia put it in her mouth, drooling everywhere. Jane admired the child for a moment, then jumped when her phone began to ring, sendng the chirpy infant into another fit of giggles. "Rizzoli…"

Carver's sneering voice sounded down the phone. "Korsak's told me to clear you."

"He has, has he?" Jane chortled at the sergeant's new found balls. He'd been more persuasive and forth-coming than he had in the past as a detective.

"Apparently, you're fit enough to go back to work."

"I am," Jane nodded. "I've eaten breakfast… it was fine, I've looked after a baby all night last night and changed her diaper three times. I'm ready to work, Doc." She used the name teasingly.

"Come by my office in an hour. Your clearing papers will be signed."

"That easy, huh?" Jane grinned.

"You certainly seem well enough," he mumbled. "If it gets me off your hands, I'm all for it."

Hanging up, Jane looked at her new girlfriend in bewilderment. "He cleared me. Just like that,."

"You're on the case?" Maura's eyes lit up.

"I'm back on the case," Jane did a small celebratory dance and ended it with a kiss to Maura's cheek. "This day just got way better."

"I'll say," Maura whispered and felt another little pat from the baby in her arms, albeit a little less hard this time

Jane looked at the baby asleep in her car seat in the back of the car. She turned the engine off and watched as Maura got out of the car, pulling the backdoor open. The detective groaned and got out of the car, taking Maura's burden off her so that she could carry Mia up the steps. When they got into the elevator of Angela's new apartment block, Jane set down the car seat, placed her hands at Maura's waist and kissed her.

"What was that for?" Maura frowned.

Jane grinned as the elevator moved them further up into the building. "Oh.. Just cause I can," she smiled enigmatically and finally the door opened. Maura shook her head with a grin and led the way until they reached Angela's apartment. Jane knocked on the door. They waited a good minute. Nothing. Trying her mother's cell, she waited until an automated message rung out, telling her the woman had her phone off. "She's not there…" Jane whispered and knocked again, this time harder, "Ma? Open up!"

"I don't think she's in there, Jane," Maura whispered, touching Jane's back.

"Where is she?" Jane was still facing the door, her voice taking on a panicked tone. She turned to the sound of footsteps and her mouth dropped. "Ma?"

"Janie!" Angela stumbled a little, dressed in an elegant evening dress, makeup still covering her face. "What are you doing here?"

Jane held the car seat and looked down. "You… you said, in the morning… you said to bring… what the-" Maura held her hand knowing Jane was about to explode. "Bingo! You said you were going to out to bingo!" She shook her head and put Mia on the floor, turning to pace around the third floor.

"Jane…"

"No!" Jane shook her head. "If you were on a date, you were on a date, Ma. You didn't have to lie to me. She's just been fed." Stomping off, she muttered a quick, "I'll be in the car," before walking hastily down the corridor until she reached the elevator.

Maura sighed and looked at Angela who was a little out of sorts. "You okay?"

"I don't know," Angela tried to smile. "I didn't wanna lie…"

"I know," Maura soothed. "Shall we go in?" Angela nodded and fumbled for the keys in her handbag and let the both of them in. "Soo…" Maura sat the sleeping baby in the corner of the small living room and watched as Angela began to make some coffee. "Who's the man?"

"Man?" Angela pretended to ask distractedly until she turned. "What man?" She heard the sigh behind her.

"You can tell me…" Maura approached the flustered woman. "I won't tell Jane, I promise."

There was silence for about a minute. "It was Frank, Maura."

The doctor heard the defeatist exhale and frowned. "Frank… Wait, Frank? Mr. Rizzoli, Frank?" Angela let out a hopeful smile.

"I missed him."

"Oh… " She paused. "Oh!" The younger woman peered at her girlfriend's mother. "That's good news, right?" Angela nodded. "That is great news," she reiterated, "come here," she offered the woman a hug and Angela gladly took it.

"You should… probably go back to Janie…"

"Eh," Maura shrugged, "Let her stew for a little while." She sat down and was given an espresso. "Jane and I… We…" She felt uncomfortable talking about it, but Angela gestured her to carry on. "Sealed the deal…"

"Sealed the de…" Angela's mouth dropped when she figured out and crushed Maura in a hug. "For real?" Maura attempted to nod. "Ohhhh, that has made my day."

The doctor brushed herself down when she could finally breathe again and smiled shyly. "Mine too…" Her voice cracked and she downed her espresso. They talked for a few more minutes before Maura broke the silence. "I better go. She's going to be sulking for a long while." Angela nodded. "Will you be okay here?"

"Sure, sure," the Italian woman chortled. "You go have fun."

Maura grinned. She bent down to Mia and stroked the girl's little hand, the baby still slumbering. "I'll miss you little one." She stood up and picked up her handbag.

"How did you get on by the way? Janie roar the house down when you brought her home?"

Maura smiled. "I had a tough night on a case… She had Mia the whole night. Your daughter is more maternal than she'd ever let on." She watched Angela's smile brighten, tears now in her eyes. "See you soon, Mrs. Rizzoli," Maura winked.

"Maura?" Angela called after her.

"Yes?"

"Tell her. Tell her not to get too excited, but I don't wanna lie to her anymore."

Maura smiled, nodding and exited the house to deal with a certain Miss. Grouchio, who was probably slouched in the car with the radio on full blast.

She was half right. Jane was slouched in her seat, but playing on her iPhone with a frown on her face. Maura sighed and pulled open the door to Jane's car, sitting down. "Hey…"

Jane didn't say anything, just sunk further down in her chair. She flinched a little when cold hands held her at the cheeks. She was kissed on the lips, and her eye fluttered open when Maura pulled away. "She lied to me, Maur…"

Maura shook her head, and closed the distance again, this time to give the pouty woman a kiss on the nose. "She didn't want to get your hopes up, honey…" Maura hushed and looked her girlfriend square in the eye. "And you still shouldn't, but she's seeing your father again."

"My…" Jane stuttered, rubbing her eyes. "My dad?" Maura nodded with a gentle smile.

"I think they're trying to work things out… just… don't get too excited. It's up to them." The doctor warned and Jane perked up, nodding excitedly.

"Really?"

Maura smiled. "Yes, Jane. Now you promise not to get too excited?" Jane's smile was wide, her white teeth glistening in the dark carpark.

"Promise…"

"And don't tell Frankie… not just yet." Maura hushed. Jane nodded again and the doctor sighed, turning to start the engine. "Right… We'll go pick up my car at the library first?" Jane gave the distracted affirmative as she scoured through her phone, looking at the evidence Korsak had sent her.

They would have to question the dean of Humanities, and the teacher of English Literature; one Dr. Luke Jacobs.

Maura put the car into gear. "Let's go get you cleared for duty, Detective Rizzoli." The medical examiner rolled her eyes when she saw Jane pump her fist from the corner of her eye. She heard the hoot of excitement and her nose crinkled as she drove off to another days' work, this one seeming much more exciting than last night. She guessed it was something to do with the woman next to her who was now merrily singing to an old Yardbird's song. "Jane," Maura muttered. "Do you have to?"

"Why yes, yes I do," Jane warbled, "You know what? On Tuesday, we go to the Robber."

"Tuesday? Tuesday is movie night." Maura frowned.

Jane gave a lecherous grin and rubbed her hands together. "It is…usually, but this week, Tuesday is Karaoke night. And we're gonna get plastered." It was then that Jane carried on singing. Maura snorted with a feigned worried sigh but kept on driving, hoping to God that Jane never needed to be on sick leave, ever, ever again.

To be continued...