Maura's never really noticed Jane's interactions with Pike when the detective isn't working with her on a case. This dance they have would never have gone on this long if she had.
Okay, so maybe she's snooping. But it's her morgue, they're in her autopsy lab, and the window looks out into her office. She has every right. She just can't believe that Jane is flirting with him. And he's flirting back!
Her eyes narrow into slits as she watches the detective step closer to Pike and innocently brush her arm against his chest as she points something out on the body in front of them. Is Pike smiling?! The two chatter on for a few moments more, Jane sending Pike soft smiles and Pike seemingly rattling off bucketfuls of information. Just as Jane's about to leave, she catches Maura's eye through the window and gulps.
Maura looks pissed. She's got fire in her eyes and she is completely pissed.
Fuck, Jane thinks as she walks into the hallway. She tries to tiptoe past the door to Maura's office, but a peek through her lashes lets her know she's been caught.
"Oh, hey Maur..." Jane says, attempting to sound non-chalant. But Maura's eyes are ablaze. She doesn't respond, merely grasps the detective's forearm firmly and drags her to the nearest supply closet. As soon as they're within the confines of the small space, Jane's back is against the door and Maura is attacking her with aggressive, possessive kisses along her neck and collarbone.
They have a strict no-sex-at-work policy and Maura would never break that (although she is ridiculously close to telling the rules to fuck right off), but she knows that there are other ways to get her satisfaction.
Jane is whimpering, whimpering, against the door, completely and utterly turned on by jealous Maura Isles. She can feel the doctor's tongue sliding against her skin, her teeth biting and nipping, but it hurts so good and she can't even form words because pristine, put together Maura Isles is coming undone in a supply closet.
Maura pulls away from Jane to inspect her work and she flushes with a twinge of embarrassment. The bruise on the detective's neck is way, way larger than the doctor had intended when she'd dragged Jane in here. An idea sparks in her mind and she moves her hand to her pocket, slowly withdrawing a black permanent marker.
Jane opens her eyes at the loss of Maura's contact and registers the blush on her face. "What's the matter, Maur?"
The pathologist's eyes flash with fire once more and the blush fades away. "Nothing. And before you say it, you know I can't lie." Jane concedes this point grudgingly. "Now, I want you to do something for me," Maura says as she wraps her arms around Jane's neck and uncaps the pen.
"Anything. You know that." Jane's voice has dropped to a raspy whisper.
"Let me do one thing to you and then go back into that lab and show Dr. Pike," she bites the name out with a trace of acid, "your neck."
Jane is freaking out. She knows there's gotta be a huge ass hickey on her neck. She knows that if she does, in fact, go back in there, she may never get timely autopsy reports from that man again. But she also knows that if she doesn't do this for Maura, she will have to spend at least tonight alone in her apartment. She swallows the lump in her throat and nods her acquiescence. Maura smiles as she brings the marker into view and presses it against the skin just below the love bite.
Jane feels her write something but her brain's still too fuzzy from their brief encounter to puzzle out the letters she used. Maura's pen jumps off her collarbone area with a flourish and she smiles up at Jane, gives her a peck on the cheek.
"Go. I'll be watching," Maura promises and then Jane is gone and she bustles back to her office window. She loves the aghast look on Pike's face as he registers the posessive mark and accompanying message. He looks over to her office and she gives him a wide grin, thoroughly pleased at the turn of events.
Jane casts a look over at Maura as well; is pleased at the victoriously happy smile Maura is flaunting. She leaves the autopsy room quickly and heads for the nearest bathroom.
The bruise is larger than the face of a watch, but it's the words underneath that make her smirk.
"Property of Dr. Isles."