She really was trying to be subtle about it. Perched on her desk in the middle of the bullpen with her arm tucked behind her back, trying to desperately soothe the itch that was just out of reach.
"Okay, so if it wasn't the sister, who else has motive?" Frost asked, pacing in front of his own desk.
"The ex?" Korsak suggested as he dug into a doughnut.
Jane shook her head, still reaching for that one spot. "No, he has an airtight alibi." The tell-tale click of heels caused them all to turn in the direction of the medical examiner.
"Hey Maur, did you get any new information for us?" Jane asked, moving her arm to try a new tactic for getting to the itch.
"Yes, I ran the results and there's absolutely no way it was the sister." Maura gave her friend an odd look as she came to a stop beside Jane's desk.
"Yeah, we just figured that out," Jane admitted, emitting a sigh of frustration at the elusive spot on her back. Her arm dropped from their mission to run a stressed hand through her hair. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a cold hand slide up her back, under her shirt. Just as she was about to demand what it was Maura was up to, those hands found the precise spot of inflammation and she hummed happily. Content, she closed her eyes.
Korsak and Frost exchanged mildly amused glances at the spectacle in front of them. Like they couldn't tell what was going on back there.
Jane's eyes snapped open and her spine locked, causing the hand on her back to still immediately. "Guys, it was the manager!" She patted Maura on the shoulder in thanks before she strode over to their board. "See? It all fits!" She exclaimed as she started mapping out all of the connections.
Korsak was suitably impressed.
Frost snorted, "If Maura's little back massage makes your brain work that well, maybe they should be prescribed to everyone in homicide."
The glare he received from that particular quip would've made a biker wilt.
"Oh, I wasn't massaging her back," Maura stated truthfully. "I was scratching an itch that's been bothering Jane all morning."
Jane's jaw dropped. "How d'you know that?"
Maura gave her a look that said are you kidding me right now? before answering the question, "Sometimes, when someone is bitten during sexual intercourse-"
"MAURA!" Jane said loudly, rushing over to clap her hand over the doctor's mouth. Frost and Korsak attempted to contain their laughter. Noticeably, Jane paled.
Looking up at Jane innocently, Maura asked, "What? I was just explaining that sometimes bites of that nature result in an itching sensation. It was obvious you were experiencing the phenomenon as you were trying to scratch it before I got here."
Flabbergasted would be the best word to describe the detective at the moment.
"Let's go, we've got a location," Frost called after checking his phone. He and Korsak led the way as Jane lingered to say something to Maura.
"Okay, thank you for making the itch better, but please, please, do not say anything more about what we may or may not engage in behind closed doors." Jane shrugged on her blazer. She bent down to whisper in Maura's ear, "You're mine." And then she was gone, oblivious to the chills that coursed down the medical examiner's spine at the husky voice displaying dominance.
"Completely," Maura whispered before turning and heading back to the morgue.