got this awesome suggestion in a PM and couldn't wait to start writing it, so here is the first part, let me know what you think. The resolution will be posted soon!

-a week later-

It was back to work for Jane and Maura, new cases and dead bodies to deal with. They hadn't discussed where they stood yet, everytime the conversation managed to turn that way they ended up without clothing on Maura's bed.

Jane was getting ready to interview the friend of the victim, she was standing on the opposite side of the one way glass, looking in on her. "Wanna help me on this one, Maur?" Maura had just walked in the room holding a medical file. Her face lit up at the prospect of interviewing with Jane. She nodded and held up the file, "of course. These might help, they're the results from the DNA we took."

A few minutes later Jane and Maura walked in to the room and seated themselves across from the woman. "I'm sorry for your loss," Jane began, her voice changing to the softer side as she prepped the woman for the questions to come. Maura had always loved seeing that side of Jane come out, the compassionate protective one, rather than the tough business woman she normally was. However the way the woman was looking at Jane made Maura's chest tighten. Her blue eyes going wide, looking Jane up and down before it hovered over her chest for a brief second. Maura noticed. And Maura wasn't enthused.

"How long did you know Jamie?" Jane asked, opening up the file to look through the information.

The woman, Lisa, cleared her throat. "Since we were freshmen. She was one of the few people that didn't pick on me. I was an outcast in highschool, but Jamie never judged. I can't believe...that she's gone."

Jane nodded sympathetically, eyes darting to Maura before returning to Lisa. "Do you know if Jamie had any enemies? Anyone that might want to hurt her? "

Lisa shook her head rapidly and looked down, "no not at all. Everyone loved Jamie, she was very caring. Like you, detective" Lisa peered up over her lashes at Jane, giving her an innocent smile that said she was anything but innocent. Jane brushed off the comment and pressed on, but Maura had tuned out the next question. She was seeing red, her temperature rising as she caught on to Lisa's comments and petty flirting. Maura felt a foreign emotion take over her body and she had the strong desire to reach across the table and smack the sly smile off the others woman's face.

"Do you agree, Dr. Isles?" Lisa's voice snapped Maura back to the present. "I'm sorry, what?"

Jane glanced over at Maura curiously, it was uncharacteristic of her to have not been paying attention. Lisa flashed Jane another smile, her red lips curving up flirtatiously, "I was saying, I don't think it was someone Jamie was close to. Jane agrees with me."

Wait a minute. Jane? Since when we're they on first name basis? Maura's mind was screaming, her hands shaking a little at the sudden burst of adrenaline she felt. "I wouldn't speculate, but detective Rizzoli is normally right about such things," she snapped. "But given the number of stab wounds and the angle of the entries I would say it would be consistent with a quick murder, one of opportunity rather than of precalculation."

"Maura!" Jane's hushed warning came added with a hard nudge of her leg. Maura had definitely been careless with her words.

Lisa's eyes had grown wide, one shaking hand covering her mouth as she blinked back tears. "H...how many times was she s-s-stabbed?" Jane's soothing voice felt like a slap in the face as Maura sat back and watched as Jane took hold of the woman's hand and squeezed it thoughtfully, "I'm sorry, sometimes Dr. Isles is a little too factual. But you've been very helpful, Lisa. Give me a call if you think of anything else that might help, my number Is on the card I gave you earlier."

Lisa's thumb was stroking over Jane's hand and she was nodding slowly, giving Jane a smile. "Okay, thank you," she replied. Her voice too sugary sweet to belong to someone that's supposed to be upset. Maura denied the woman an apology and hurriedly stood up. She couldn't bring herself to look at Jane so she quickly left the room, knowing the interview was over.

Maura rushed to her office and shut the door, feeling childishly possessive. She collapsed in her chair, dreading the moment Jane would burst through her doors. Sure enough a few minutes later she felt, more than heard, Jane's angry presence enter her office. "What the Hell was that Maura?! Saying stuff like that to the victims best friend?"

Maura felt the strong urge to cry at the sound of Jane yelling at her. She snuck a look up and confirmed the anger on her face. Maura wished she could disappear.

"I'm sorry, just the way she was talking to you...and looking at you." Maura had stood up but she was still looking any place but Jane's face. She knew she'd messed up, but she couldn't explain it. She had no reason for how she had acted that she could comprehend.

"That's what this was about? Because some random woman flirted with me? You can't just say shit like that out of jealousy, Maura. I didn't even know you were capable of such an emotion." And with that, Jane was gone, and Maura was left alone to cradle her face, which felt like it had been slapped for the second time that day by Jane's words. She felt hot tears of hurt and humiliation press at her lashes and brushed them away angrily. Was that what she was? Jealous? She didn't want to be. But all Maura knew was she didn't know where she stood with Jane, how much she meant to her. She felt threatened by other women now, now that she'd gotten a taste of Jane. She wanted Jane to herself, to be certain that Jane wanted her, and that someone else's flirting wouldn't take her away. But Maura couldn't be sure, because they'd never established what they were. Whether she should worry or be assured Jane wasn't going anywhere. Maura felt a lone tear slide down her cheek as she sat down at her laptop. She'd never felt a jealousy like this before, and she hated it.