A/N - Hmm...I'm surprised that so many people think Jane is being a jackass to Maura. I never intended for her to be percieved that way...I guess I dropped the ball somewhere when writing this ff. To me, Jane's just troubled and being slightly self-centered but a jackass...I don't know if I'd go that far but to each his own. :) Hope you're all still having fun reading.
Wednesday, 12:15 A.M.
After getting out of her mandatory meeting with the brass, Jane called everyone together for a meeting in the operation room of the homicide unit. Jane managed to find a quick couple of seconds to change back into the only remaining clothes she had at the precinct, a pair of jeans and a white cotton t-shirt, in the bathroom before the cavalry arrived looking exhausted. Korsak's bland suit looked even more rumpled than normal; Frost had taken off his matching jacket somewhere, accentuating the wrinkled light purple button-down underneath; and Maura was visibly uncomfortable having the few detectives still on duty see her in the crime scene coverall still draping her figure. They were all unhappy, but Jane needed them to work just a little longer to get this case solved. We're near the end…just a little bit more.
They all shuffled into the space to find Jane standing near the screen with an expectant look on her face, waiting for someone to report anything new. Frost spoke up first, ignoring the heavy sigh that plied itself from his mouth beforehand. "We had the techs do a portable fingerprint scan on the two victims. Hits came back on two work visas: Irina Dotsenko and Natalia Gerasimova. Both are here to dance from the Mariinski for the Boston Ballet, just like Alina Bobrova. They are both in their early twenties."
Jane nodded, turning her gaze toward her tired girlfriend, softening her severity slightly. "Did we get anything back from CSU?"
"Yes and no," Maura said slowly. "The blood results for the message written with the first victim came back positive to the victim. The killer used a mixture of linswax oil, commonly used in oil-based paint, to make sure the blood didn't dry too quickly, presumably giving him enough time to both plan and write the message at the location. She also had a fairly high blood alcohol level for a woman of her size but given her like to party, that may just be circumstantial. I just finished the autopsy for the two new victims and given CSU the bodily samples, but I wouldn't expect anything back from them for a while, even with the rush I placed on the results. They had an officer involved shooting at Charlestown last night."
"You did great, Maura. I can't expect you to perform miracles at such a late hour." Jane comforted the blonde with an attempt at a bright smile. "Apparently the press has caught wind of our case and their trying to use it to gain an advantage over BPD."
She walked over to hand the newspaper from the Loo to Korsak. "Despite Korsak being the Sergeant on this case, I have to play nice with the press tomorrow morning. Listen, I know we're all tired, but we need to find something to feed the press in order to reassure the public that 'The Heartbreaker' isn't a big deal. If I go in there with what we've got now, it's going to look like BPD is incompetent."
In unison, all three of her co-workers groaned in response to the news and the incendiary headline. Jane's eyes met Maura's own half-lidded pupils, wishing nothing more than to tell everyone to leave in order to provide her girlfriend with some semblance of comfort. The temptation was next to impossible to ignore, twitching took over her entire body with the effort to retain control over her desires. Even exhausted, she looks so deliciously perfect. Her hair's all messy in that lame attempt to put it in a bun framed her natural face, those exuberant eyes still managing to keep Jane's limited focus…pure perfection. Never had it been so hard to ignore the attraction between them, never had she wanted another human being as much as Maura at that moment. Noticing her attention, Maura turned beet-red, her hands fidgeting as a result of a sudden unwanted burst of arousal. How can we be so turned on for each other after everything that happened today? We haven't had a proper night's sleep in a bed since last Sunday.
"Okay," Jane cleared her throat, reluctantly refocusing on the two detectives in the room. "What if we spin this to the press: young women connected to the Boston Ballet have been found murdered in conjunction with what we believe to be a series of connected events; however, we believe these events to not be indicative of a serial murderer."
"Lying to the press usually doesn't end well for both parties." Korsak stated knowingly.
The brunette nodded before walking toward the three of them. "Trust me, I know, but I'd rather risk lying to increase our chances of catching this guy over telling people the reassuring message of: 'Yeah, we've got a serial killer on the loose who has a thing for pretty ballerinas. But, don't panic, it's just Russian ballerinas…we think. Honestly, we're pretty much in the dark with this one, as well. Don't panic, though.'"
"What about the connection with the Boston Ballet?" Frost asked. "You like the artistic director for this, Jane. Why not tell the public that we have a potential person of interest, let the community put pressure on him, and get an opening when he makes a mistake trying to prove his innocence?"
"I don't want to be the rain on the parade," Maura chimed in, looking over at Jane briefly before looking over at the rest of the detectives, "but we don't have much conclusive evidence to go after this artistic director. Everything we have is circumstantial, at best. The only thing we really have is the atropine and that could have come from anywhere. Even without a prescription, it's not that difficult to import the drug from Canadian distributors."
Jane leaned against the desk nearest Korsak, tension forming on her chiseled facial features. "Which puts us back to square one," she said, hands running through her hair before being caught on knots of tangled loose curls. As much as she hated to admit it, this case was making her crazy.
Another heavy sigh came from everyone, causing Jane to shake her head. "Let's all take a breather and come back in the morning. We're not getting anything done when we're this tired. I'll call Korsak before the press conference to touch base."
Korsak and Frost rushed to head out to the small assortment of cots used for detectives who couldn't or wouldn't go home in the middle of a case, leaving Jane and Maura alone together for the first time since the incident at the club. Their eyes met, repressed attraction travelled from each woman's gaze, the fear of being watched finally ignored with the overwhelming need to reconnect in any way possible.
Before she knew what was happening, Jane had cut down the short distance separating the two women from each other. As she reached Maura, the brunette's hands remained glued to her side; the fear of starting of something she couldn't finish making movement impossible.
Jane's eyes roamed the barely revealed figure of her girlfriend, excitement making it difficult to think. "You look…really good."
A blush colored Maura's cheeks before she turned away coyly. "You're being sarcastic."
"No," Jane whispered, passion making her voice weak and raspy, "I'm being absolutely truthful. You look absolutely exhausted but it works for you. Kind of reminds me of that time when you said I couldn't last all night and I proved you wrong, repeatedly."
"Stop it, Jane." The blonde whispered back as she slowly moved away from Jane's hungry eyes. "There are people here…your fellow detectives will see…"
"I don't care," she growled, pushing Maura toward the darkened corner of the operations room. "I still owe you a good time since everything went south at the club tonight. You know, I've always wondered if you get off on telling me to stop. Each time you use it, I just get this obsessive need to prove to you how much you don't want me to stop. You like it when I ignore you, when I go faster, rougher, stronger. Tell me you like it. Tell me you love me."
A surprised groan emanated from the blonde's lungs as the lights, upon not sensing any movement in the room, turned off, leaving them in total darkness. Jane's mind was blank as everything not immediately identified as Maura, ceased in relevance. Giving the eager detective access to her neck in submission, she closed her hazel eyes as the pleasurable waves of pressure began to billow toward the hot heat threatening to release a deluge of wetness upon her coveralls.
"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted in a whimper, fidgeting her body toward the brunette's teasing hands that were avoiding the one area that she needed touched most of all. "Please…don't stop…"
Moments of inaction on Jane's part gave Maura pause. Jane's heavy hands were motionless on the slight line of fabric outlining her bare breasts and her head was still nestled in the crook of her neck. She couldn't understand what her girlfriend's reasoning was behind this new sexual technique of doing absolutely nothing but it wasn't working. A quiet silence filled the space, darkness enveloping the two lovers until the blonde heard a small sound coming up from her neck. Looking down in the murky dark, she realized the sound was coming from Jane.
"Sweetheart…" Maura began before she felt the unfamiliar sensation of warm drool running down her neck, accompanied by a full-blown snore from the brunette.
"Well," she said quietly, her eyes rolling up in annoyance, "this is different. I've never had a person fall asleep on me in the middle of sex before. I swear…you have the body of a woman and the mind of a man, Jane."