Maura sipped her wine and smiled impressed. "I am impressed that you're sitting in one of my 'fancy' restaurants."

Jane smirked and shoved a fork full of food in her mouth. "And I can't believe that I am sitting here and actually enjoy it."
Maura licked her lips with a seductive smile. "Maybe it is because of my company."
Jane raised her eyebrows as her eyes couldn't go any further then to her wife's cleavage. "It is definitely because of your company."
Maura raised an amused eyebrow. "My eyes are up here."
"I know.", Jane replied as she stared unashamed at Maura's breasts.
Maura blushed a little and cleared her throat. "Jane, I hope you are aware that we are in the middle of an restaurant and absolutely not alone."
Jane's eyes traveled up and she shrugged. "Am I not allowed to worship my own wife?"
Maura fidgeted in her chair as a sudden tingle spread through her lower abdomen.

Jane raised her eyes and smiled knowingly. "Maura?"
Maura swallowed hard and shove her food on her plate from side to side. "I ... I ... I am fine."
Jane started to chuckle and continued eating as Maura breathed heavily. She knew exactly where Maura's mind had wandered. If she was honest with herself, her mind had was on the same thing since Maura came out of the bathroom earlier this morning.
As if Maura could read her mind, she leaned a little bit forward to show a little bit more cleavage and Jane choked on her food. Maura grinned and furrowed her eyebrows. " How long have you have planned this, Jane?"
Jane forced herself to look up and frowned. "Since a few days. Do you like it?"
Maura smiled broadly. "I love it. Thank you."
"Anything for you.", Jane replied with a soft smile.

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Angela entered the next morning and frowned as she saw neither Maura nor Jane. She checked her watch to make sure she hadn't come over too early or that all her clocks had stopped working. The frown deepened as she also looked at the kitchen clock.
Maura in her night gown walked slowly into the kitchen and stifled a yawn. She winced as Angela cleared her throat. "Oh. Good morning, Angela."
Angela narrowed her eyes. "You're late this morning."
Maura opened one cabinet and took out a coffee cup. "I slept a little bit longer since the children are at Frankie's apartment and Jane and I went out last night."
"It was your anniversary, wasn't it?", Angela asked with a small smile.
Maura poured herself a cup of coffee and smiled. "Yes, it was."
Angela raised her eyebrows. "Was it nice?"
Maura sipped her coffee and nodded. "It was wonderful. Jane took me to one of my favorite restaurants."
"Jane went to a fancy restaurant voluntarily?", Angela asked with a laugh. "So it got late?"
Maura narrowed her eyes dreamy. "A little bit."
Angela smirked broadly. "I will rephrase the question. Are you wearing anything underneath this dressing gown?"

Maura opened her mouth but closed it immediately again.
"Don't you dare answer that question?" Jane growled as she came into the kitchen. "And stop interrogating Maura, Ma."
Angela rolled her eyes and sipped the coffee that she had poured herself.
Jane walked to Maura and kissed her good morning like she freshly had fallen for her wife.
Maura smiled as she returned the kiss and wrapped her arms around Jane's neck with a hum.
Angela suddenly felt like a voyeur and looked at the brown liquid as, she cleared her throat.
Jane stopped her hand as it crawled up Maura's bare, tight thigh and broke the kiss. "I think my mother is watching us."
Maura smiled as she realized that they weren't alone and licked her lips. "I have to agree."
Jane sighed without looking at her mother. "Stop smiling, Ma."
Angela ran a hand over her mouth and licked her lips. "I'm not smiling.", she said with a stifled laugh.
Jane turned her head towards her mother and raised her eyebrows as she saw the big smile on Angela's face. "No, you aren't?"
Angela wrapped her hands around her cup and laughed. "It's just too cute how the two of you act when the kids aren't around."
Jane drew her eyebrows together. "How do we act when the kids are away?"
"You act like you've been in love for a month. A fresh couple that no one would guess had been together for six years."
Jane grinned broadly and kissed her wife again. "Can you believe it, Maura? We've been together since six years."
Maura lifted her eyebrows. "The longest and most serious relationship I've ever have since ..."
"Please don't say Garrett, Ian nor Ryan.", Jane cut her off and made a face.
Maura paused and kissed her wife's lips again. "The longest and most serious relationship I've ever had with the most handsome, wonderful, absolutely caring and warm-hearted person alive. And I have the firsthand knowledge that many ... many ... many women and men are jealous about that."

Jane wrinkled her nose. "Really?" she asked with a high pitched voice like she didn't believe it.
Maura smiled and ran her thumb along Jane's jaw line. "Yeah, really. And if you don't believe me we go ask Officer Jerome later."
Jane raised her eyebrows surprised because Officer Julia Jerome was almost a carbon copy of her wife. "Oh.", was all she could say.
Maura kissed her softly. "Yes, oh." She said and kissed her once more. "Don't you dare start something with her?"
Jane grinned conspiratorially. "Nothing could compare to those lips of yours."
Maura started to laugh as she heard the loud and embarrassed sigh of Angela.
Jane chuckled as she looked at Angela. "Sorry, Ma."
Angela waved the excuse off and sipped her coffee. "Just ... forget that I'm here."
"That wouldn't be good at all.", Jane replied and laughed with her wife as Angela blushed crimson. She knew that no matter how tolerant and how supportive her mother was and how much she loved Maura, Angela was still a traditional and faithful catholic who had her rules about being affectionate in the public. Even if it was in their house.
Angela rolled her eyes. " Jane, stop caressing Maura's thigh."
Jane smirked and her hand almost traveled underneath the gown. "Why?"
Maura pressed her lips together so she wouldn't start to laugh but at the same time the touch aroused her again.
Angela grabbed her mug and stood up from the chair. "Fine, I'll leave you two alone. See you at the Café."
"See you, Ma.", Jane laughed and Maura joined her.

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Jane came into the bullpen and put her jacket on the back of her chair.
Frankie followed with his own coffee and sat down at his desk. "How did the date go?"
Jane sat down too and smiled. "Great. Thank you for watching the little rascals."
"You owe me a favor.", Frankie said with a frown.
"Sure thing.", she said with a laugh and made big eyes as Korsak entered the bullpen. "Welcome back to the station, stranger."
Korsak rolled his eyes and dropped a letter on her desk. "Ugh, no more waiting in judge Walter's office for an warrant."
Jane smirked. "Why? His office assistant is very charming."
"Then go and date her.", Korsak growled.
Jane held up her left hand and pointed at her wedding band. "Sorry, but I'm taken."
Korsak rolled his eyes again.
Frankie chuckled and stood up. "I going to get Aaron's laptop."
Jane laughed and looked at Korsak.
He just shook his head but had to smile.

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Jane stood in the B.R.I.C bullpen and looked with a frown at the Wall as she looked over the client list and the appointments in the virtual docket appointment book. "Well, Aaron Jones was really popular. I never guessed that so many Bostonians would go to a medium. That is a awful number of suspects. Can't you narrow it down, Frankie?"

Korsak looked at his screen and frowned. "Even the Boston Herald wrote a puff piece about Aaron Jones.", he said.
Jane slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Not every client of his can be satisfied with his service."
"What about Chris Wilson and his sister Pamela?", Korsak wanted to know.
Jane snorted and gritted her teeth. "They are still suspects. They are not off the leash." She sighed and drew her eyebrows together. "If he was that popular he surely had an official website. Can you check that, Frankie?"
Frankie nodded and tapped something on his keyboard.
Jane crossed her arms over her chest and waited. She drew her eyebrows together. "Go on feedback." She said and raised her eyebrows. "Looks like everyone was really content with Aaron."
Korsak looked long at the Wall and pointed at it. "Not everyone. Frankie, go up again."
Frankie did as he was told and scrolled up until Korsak told him to stop.
Jane read the comment and frowned deeply. "Well, that sounds promising. Frankie, check who this Typhoon person is."
Frankie sighed and looked at the Wall. "Thypoon725 aka James Riggs. Nineteen. He lives in West End."
Jane looked at the two men. "Let's bring him in for questioning."

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Jane laid a piece if paper on the table and tapped on it. "Do you recognize this, James?"
James Riggs looked at the paper and nodded. "I wrote that."
Jane took the paper in her hand and pulled the corners of her mouth downward. "You are responsible for what Lilly did. You will pay for that, you son of a bitch.", she read out loud and looked at him. "Why would you write that? What did Lilly do?"
James ran a hand over his goatee and sighed. "Lilly, my older sister, killed herself after her last session with this freak. I don't know why. She shot herself right in her heart. He didn't returned my calls or emails."
Korsak looked over the rim of his glasses. "So you wanted to make an appointment for a séance to ask your sister why she shot herself."
James made a face and leaned back in his chair. "Hell, no. I don't believe in crap like that. I contacted him to ask what he said to Lilly that made her kill herself. But he was a coward and couldn't face me."
Jane frowned and looked long at him. "So you made him pay and poisoned him with potassium cyanide?"
James stared at her in disbelief. "What the hell are you talking about? How would I get potassium cyanide?"
Jane opened an folder. "Well, you are studying chemical science. It would be easy for you to get it."
James laughed humorlessly. "Yeah, and it wouldn't be noticed when we do the weekly stock counting. Right."
"You could fake the counting.", Korsak replied.
James crossed his arms over his chest. "Listen, Sergeant. I am not the only one who does the stock tally. We all do it. If you need a suspect then go and ask my classmates. I'm sure that I'm not the only one who knew Aaron Jones."
Jane pierced him with her gaze. "And I am sure that all the others would have as good a reason to want Aaron Jones dead as you have."
James looked at her. "Did I hate him? Yes. Did I killed him? No."
Korsak closed his notepad. "Where were you yesterday morning?"
James slowly looked at him. "At my class studying. If you don't believe me, go and ask my professor."
"We surely will." Jane replied and stood up. "Stay in Boston."