Title: Uprising 6/8
Fandom: Rizzoli and Isles
Pairing: Jane Rizzoli/Maura Isles
Spoilers: No...not really
Rating: R to NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I'm just playing around with them for a while.
Summary: Jane and Maura have come to a crossroads concerning their relationship. Maura decides to push things along her own way.

This chapter is heavy with dialogue but I hope you find it amusing and somewhat stimulating. You must let me know. Remember you have a feedback whore here.

Jane stared into nothingness as she sipped her coffee. A smirked eased its way to her lips. Something had changed between her and Maura the night before. Jane was sure of it, but she was under no illusion.

There was still a mountain to climb.

The night had been eventful to say the least, and if Jane had ignored the advice given, she knew it would have ended much differently.

Maura would be in the arms of another woman.

Jane had staked a claim in the basest way possible, and instead of earning her a slap in the face, she had spent a few minutes in heaven.

It was her arms Maura would remember. Her kiss Maura would crave.

The smirk became a full blown smile. Who would have thought it?

Jane entered her parent's home and sprawled in chair at the dining room table. Her limbs were as heavy as her heart.

Her mother made her way out to investigate a few moments later. She rubbed her hands on the towel thrown over her shoulder. "You taking a break from fighting crime?"

Jane ignored the question as her gaze went from the well polished wood to the linoleum floor.

"Janie?"

Clenching her hands into fists, Jane pounded one on the table. "I risked my job and my family and she wouldn't even hear me out, Ma. I barely got a sentence out, and she took what I said and ran the opposite way!" Jane's tone was tense, angry. "I told her I wasn't giving up, and I meant it. But, I-I just don't know if I can take it if she keeps shooting me down."

Jane raised her eyes to her mother's. "Where the hell do I go from here? I mean, what am I doing? She's dating someone else!"

Angela Rizzoli pulled out a chair and eased into it."Are you sure she's what you want?"

Jane nodded. "I'm more sure now that I ever was before."

"Do you think it's because she's kinda unavailable to you now?" A brow rose high on her mother's forehead.

Opening her mouth to speak, Jane snapped it shut suddenly. She rolled her eyes and decided to be honest with herself. "Yeahhh."

"Mmm."

"Now, that's what I call sage advice, Ma."

"Keep it up smart ass. Are you gonna listen or not?"

Jane sighed dramatically. "Listening." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Why did you join the police force?"

"That's easy. It was what I wanted to do. I don't remember a day when I didn't want it, even when I was a kid."

"Mmm hmm. So what made you want to be a detective and be in homicide."

"It's where I was supposed to be. It felt right. I knew it would so I fought and worked my ass off to make it there." Jane's eyebrows scrunched as she tried to figure out the point in the line of questioning.

"So…is it fair to say that all your life whatever you wanted you didn't stop until you got it?"

Jane blinked. "Yeah, you could say that."

"Why is Maura different?"

"Wha?"

Angela Rizzoli threw her hands up. "I didn't raise a pinhead. Think!"

Jane ran over the conversation, analyzing every word. Realization dawned. "Oh! But, it's not the same."

"Yeah, it is. You gotta show her that you mean business. You gotta show her that you mean to have her and you would do anything…I mean anything to get her." Her mother leaned forward. "Be who you are, baby. You've conquered everything in your path, this is no different. Trust me."

"Are you telling me to be a stalker?" Jane's voice went up an octave on the last word.

Her mother laughed. "Since all this came about I've been doing a lot of thinking and rewinding. Do you wanna know what I found out?"

Jane shrugged.

"I should have seen it all along. I swear that woman could sit and stare at you for hours. She wants it. She wants you, and all you have to do is put her back in touch with that. She has to trust it again".

Jane rubbed a hand over her face. "So you want me to be some Neanderthal? Should I conk her on the head and throw her over my shoulder?"

"Hey!" She threw the towel at her daughter. "You're being a smart ass again. Just think about it and listen to your mother. I know a thing or two."

Letting out another long sigh, Jane muttered, "I will. I'll think about it. What have I got to lose?" Jane peered at her mother. "You do realize that you're giving me advice on how to win over a woman?"

"Mmm hmm. What's your point?"

"You don't find this strange? I don't remember you ever telling me how to win a man."

There was another chuckle. "Honey, men are simple. Women are the most complicated creatures on the planet. I think that makes me highly qualified. I've been one for over fifty years. I'm in the perfect position to give advice."

"Huh, I guess that make sense in a round about way."

"You want some lunch? I've got some leftover meatballs." Her mother asked as she got up and headed back into the kitchen.

"Is there any of that bread you made the other day left?" Jane added as she followed, nearly bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Frost poked her in the shoulder as he breezed by her desk.

"Hold up. I brought you coffee." Jane called out.

He stopped and turned back around immediately. "Aww for me? We really are best girlfriends?"

Jane rolled her eyes but the smile remained.

Frost squinted. "I didn't put that smile there." His eyes widened and his expression turned to one of utter glee. "Did something happen? You disappeared yesterday before I had a chance to talk to you."

She bit her lip to keep them in place. Surely a smile any bigger would be hazardous. "Well, let's just say you got me outside the door and my mom found me a way in."

His grin lit up his face. "Okay, hold that thought. Let me get out of my jacket. I'll be right back. I want to hear everything."

Jane peered at the red pinstriped tie and pink shirt. It fit him perfectly. "Nice tie."

Frost adjusted it. "You think so? Not every man can pull off these colors."

"I'll say. Go get situated. I'll see you in a minute."

He gave her a brief wave before heading to his desk.

Jane was genuinely surprised at how close they had become. I guess bonding at a lesbian bar did wonders. Still, it was nice having someone to talk to about all this, especially someone on the job. Korsak knew her the best, but somehow Jane knew Frost fit with her as a partner and a friend.

Frost returned. He pulled an unused chair to the other side of her desk. He popped the top to his coffee. "You already put cream and sugar in?" His eyes were wide with wonder.

Jane smiled. "I pay attention. I'm a detective after all."

"Thanks." Frost took a long drink. "So, you didn't show her your tits?"

Jane blushed as she remembered the heated kiss that damn near spiraled out of control. "Uh, close, but she had company."

Frost sputtered. "What? The redhead?"

"Yah."

"Ohhh, that sounds like a recipe for disaster to me. How did you turn it around?"

Jane leaned back in her chair. "Let's just say I went after what I wanted."

"Hmm, can I be you when I grow up?"

Jane released a bark of laughter. "I don't think my hair would look right on you."

Frost chuckled.

They both raised their coffee cups in greeting as Korsak walked by.

The older man paused and made his way back to them. "What are you guys? Best girlfriends now?"

Jane glanced at her partner, and they both erupted in laughter.

"Something like that." Frost answered in between guffaws as Korsak walked away in a huff.

Jane's phone rang.

"Rizzoli."

"Uh, I-I have the preliminary on that stabbing if you and Frost want to come down. Plus, I can show you what happened to him."

Jane swallowed the sudden lump in her throat. "Give us a couple of minutes, and we'll be there." She felt the heat in her face and unexpected nerves.

Frost peered at her expectantly. "Because you looked like you swallowed a lemon, I'm going to bet that was Maura."

"Yah, she has a report for us."

He brought his cup to his lips and mumbled. "She wants you to come see her on her turf. She could have just brought it to us…to me if she didn't want to see you."

Jane shook her head. "Maura's usually more straight forward than that. She says what she wants."

"Nooo, I'm betting that you've shaken things up a bit."

"You think?"

"Uh huh. You could consider this your chance to further state your case."

"Huh, we'll see. Let's go."

Jane's lips quirked. They had been here for a full ten minutes and Maura had yet to even look at her or barely speak. Jane knew the other woman could feel her gaze. Jane hadn't been able to lift it from her since she walked in.

Jane caressed each patch of skin visible, recalling its softness and the heat that seemed to radiate from it, especially when they were close.

Thick dark blonde hair was pulled back. Jane reminisced about the smell and the feel of it sifting through her fingers.

Frost droned on asking needed questions and taking notes.

Jane's eyes fell to full lips, and her breath caught. Heat rolled through her in billowing waves.

Maura chose that moment to look up.

Their gazes met.

Sparks arced around them.

Maura's speech stalled and she began to fidget with the pen sticking out of the front pocket of her scrubs. Still, her gaze remained captured.

"Uhm," Frost said and then cleared his throat. "You two want to be alone?"

Jane took pleasure in the surprise that lit Maura's eyes.

"I-I don't know what you mean." Maura's tone was hesitant and confused.

Jane raised an eyebrow at her partner and nodded slightly.

Frost smiled. "I've got lunch since you got the coffee this morning."

Jane smiled. "Sounds good."

They were now alone and Jane did not miss a beat.

Her eyes returned as if addicted to the sight before her. Jane took silent stock of the situation. A flush inched slowly down Maura's face to her neck and her chest heaved.

"He knows?" Maura asked. Her tone breathy.

"He does."

"There is no us. So, why did you bother?"

"I think that's a matter of perception." Jane moved toward her, slowly. Her gaze, she knew burned with everything she wanted…everything she felt.

"Don't…look at me that way." Maura's breath expelled raggedly.

Jane inched closer, coming around the other side of the metal table. "What way?" Her stomach fluttered. She was enjoying the game they were playing. Cat and mouse had never been this erotic.

"Jane, please?" Her voice cracked. Maura held out a hand to stop Jane's progression. "I-I can't think."

Jane moved forward until the hand touched her upper torso. "That's a bad thing?"

Maura licked her lips. Her hand clenched into a fist, bunching the material of Jane's dark blue shirt. "It is."

Jane's stomach slithered then clenched hard enough to make her gasp. "Why?"

"Because…because I can't trust it yet."

Jane nodded in understanding. "I know. Are you going to give me a chance to prove otherwise?"

Maura lips turned up in a brief smile. "I don't think I have a choice."

Jane grinned in return. "No, no you don't." She grasped the hand tangled in her shirt and slid it underneath to blazing skin.

Maura whimpered and Jane recognized the need sparkling in her eyes.

Jane shuddered as fingers caressed her stomach, leaving a searing trail. Her muscles danced. It was sheer torture, and she did not want it to stop. Still, she removed it from her shirt and brought Maura's hand to her lips, kissing her palm before letting it fall naturally to Maura's side.

"Are you sure…you've never done this?" Maura asked, shakily.

Jane shook her head. "I haven't but I want to. I want to do everything."

"Everything?" Maura squeaked.

"Uh huh."

The tension between them was intoxicating.

Jane did not want that to be the only thing between them. She took a step back. "Has your friend left yet?" She inquired trying to keep her tone light.

Maura blinked at her owlishly for several seconds before a grin formed. "She will tonight."

"Huh, that's so sad." Jane hoped her expression conveyed how very upset she was…not.

"Hmm, she had some choice words for you."

"And I'm sure she had plans for you." Jane added.

"Hence, the choice words."

"I'm so, so sorry." Jane smirked.

"Nothing ever happened between us besides that kiss. I think you should know that. Addison has a flare for the dramatic."

"Well, I'm sure we would have been great friends." Jane muttered. Each word was overrun with sarcasm, but simultaneously she was flooded with relief.

"Actually—"

"No, Maura… just no." Jane added, knowing what Maura was about to say. Jane's heart thudded for a completely different reason. She had missed this… the banter. It was good to have it back even if it was just making a guest appearance.

Maura's grin widened, but she did not comment.

"No matter how much I want to, I can't stay down here all day. I'll talk to you later?"

Maura nodded. Her eyes twinkled.

The doors swished behind Jane as she left. The mountain still loomed before her, but she decided that she was definitely up for the climb.

Maura followed the host as he led them to their table, feeling Addison's blue gaze the entire way. She glanced over her shoulder, catching the redhead in the act.

Russet eyebrows raised in challenge. "What?"

Maura shook her head in reply. There was no tingle, no awareness, and she could still breathe. The attraction to Addison had obviously been temporary or there was simply no room in her existence. Jane had taken it up in its entirety.

Having sat down, Maura browsed the menu and muttered. "Since it's your last day, I've got lunch."

Addison took a sip of water. "I'm not complaining." She sat the glass down. "So how is McButchy?"

Maura peered over her menu, "Pardon?"

Addison rolled her eyes. "Jane. How's Jane?"

"Why do you assume that I've seen her?"

"Are you kidding?" Addison's tone was droll. "I was there last night when she practically fucked you against the door."

Maura ignored the heat that suffused her face, but she knew Addison would not.

"So, I'll take that as a yes."

"Only once. We do have jobs to attend to." Maura lifted the menu up higher trying to hide the even darker flush as she recalled the events of earlier.

"Ah, it was like that then?" Addison smirked.

Maura did not miss the sound of defeat in her voice. She lowered the menu once more.

"Addison? Did you really think there was going to be something more between us?"

"Honestly, not really but I was hoping for a little action. It's been a long dry spell."

"I am sorry."

Addison waved her hand nonchalantly. "Did I stand a chance if she hadn't made an appearance?"

"You asked me that last night."

"And you didn't give me a clear answer."

"I still don't know."

"Tease." Addison flashed a smile, taking the sting out of the words. "Well, for a virgin, she sure as hell looked like she knew what she was doing."

"Jane is an instinctual individual."

"Hmm, I don't know. I think it has more to do with the chemistry between you two, because let me tell you I saw almost the whole thing. I don't think I've ever been so turned on by watching two women kissing."

"When you got back to the hotel, did you—"

"Oh yeah, three Goddamned times."

Maura threw back her head and laughed. "Don't ever change, Addison."

Addison's smile was radiant. "That's something you don't have to worry about." She paused. "So what are you going to do?"

"About?"

"Mc…Jane?"

Maura sighed. "I want to believe that things have changed but a few words and some kisses just isn't enough. Although, her partner knows."

"About the two of you?"

"About the probability of the two of us."

"So what does she have to do? Sing it from the rooftops? You don't think you're being a little demanding?"

Maura smiled at the waiter and gave him her order. They had excellent salads here. She waited for Addison's request and nodded at the young man as he turned away.

"She hurt me. Not once but it felt like a thousand times. My feelings haven't changed, but I need to be sure that she's not going to run away when someone whispers about us or stares." Maura drank from her own water glass. "Most of all, I won't be hidden away like a dirty secret."

"In other words, it's all or nothing with you."

"I guess you could say that yes. I don't deserve anything less." Maura added defensively. I thought she was one of the few who understood me.

Addison held out a hand in a placating gesture. "Whoa, I'm not making light of this. You're right. You do deserve the best. I just wanted you to hear things out loud independent of your own head. That's a lot of change. You don't think it will be too much for her?"

Maura looked at her friend for several long seconds. "I hope not."

Addison smirked and her eyes glittered. "You think that you can keep it in your pants while you wait?"

Maura took a long drought from her water before responding. "She does make it difficult." Her insides quivered and melted just thinking about the two of them touching, kissing…

Addison snorted. "I've never known you to understate things. Difficult? I'd say it'll be damn near impossible."

Mouth dropping open at the redhead's audacity, Maura replied, "I do have a modicum of self control remaining."

"Wanna bet?" Addison winked at Maura. "I give it three days whether she fulfills your prerequisites or not."

Indignant, Maura sputtered, "I will not wager on my sex life!"

"Five hundred bucks."

Their gazes caught and held.

"Make it an even six hundred." I can't believe I'm doing this. What is wrong with me?

"Done." Addison paused as their plates were set in front of them. A few seconds later, they were alone again. "Let's fuck on it."

"Addison!"

"Whaat? You can't blame a girl for trying."

Maura turned over in her bed what felt like the hundredth time. She smacked her pillow the re-fluffed it in an attempt to get more comfortable. Sheets of hand woven Egyptian cotton whispered over her skin. She kicked them away in irritation.

It had been several hours since she retired for the night, and still, she was unable to tune out her brain or her body.

Turning her head slightly, Maura peered at the clock.

It was 2:03 a.m.

All was not well.

Sighing, she reached for the sheets and pulled them up to her chin.

The phone began to ring.

Maura groaned. While she was wide awake, she was still exhausted. There wasn't a bone in her body ready to go to work.

She picked up the cordless receiver and peered at the well lit display. The groan became a moan of sheer frustration. It was the last person she needed to be speaking to. Maura hit he talk button anyway.

"Jane?"

"Somehow…I knew you'd be awake." Jane's tone was warm, smoky.

It settled over Maura, making her shiver.

"How'd you know?"

"Because I know you. There are a million things running around in that brain of yours."

"True. What's your excuse?"

"Hmm, restless I supposed…tense too."

Maura swallowed and pressed her ear to the phone listening to the rustling of covers and envying their slide over Jane's body.

"Can I ask you a question, Maura?"

"I suppose."

"I know for a fact that Google is a wonderful thing. So, I've been doing some research, and I wanted to know if sex between women is as intense as they say it is."

Maura's heart stuttered and awareness that seemed to be habitually bubbling under the surface sprang to life. Suddenly, she was incredibly hot. Maura kicked away the sheets once more. "It depends." She could hear the breathless quality to her own voice.

"On?" Jane's voice was deep and huskier than usual.

"The women involved… the chemistry between them." There is no way she is a novice at this. Maura thought.

"How do you think it would be between us?"

Breathing became impossible. Squeezing her thighs together, Maura gasped, "Jane, I…" Maura closed her eyes and willed the now constant throbbing between her legs to subside.

"Answer me, Maura." Jane's voice was soft but commanding.

Maura shuddered as her nipples hardened . "It would be…intense."

This was the Jane she had fallen hard for…full of confident swagger and heat.

This was the Jane she had not seen for months. Fear had replaced what she had come to crave.

While she had almost always been the initiator in their transgressions, Maura was not opposed to taking a back seat.

"One for the record books I imagine," Jane muttered.

Maura shifted, causing the nightgown she wore to scrape over her chest. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. Cold sweat prickled her forehead. "It's…p-possible."

"One more question, Maura."

Jane didn't wait for her consent.

"Am I one of those things?"

Maura's brow furrowed. Her mind was fuzzy and she was certain that she missed a segue into this conversation. "What do you mean?"

"Those million things… am I one of them?"

Maura swallowed. "The probability is-"

"Because I have to tell you, every time I touched myself tonight, you've been the only thing on my mind."

Breath exploded from Maura's chest. Arousal completely drowned her in its honeyed sweetness. "God!"

"It didn't even take the edge off. I still want you, and I can't fucking believe how much." Jane growled. "I know you're not ready for this…for me, but you needed to know." Her breath was ragged. "Good night, Maura."

Maura launched the phone across her bed not caring as it crashed to the floor. She nearly ripped the gown from her body. Her hands slid down her stomach and fingers plunged into her dripping core.

Her cries permeated the room.