See chapter 1 for disclaimer.
Jane paces back and forth in the morgue.
"What in the hell Maur?"
She points the hands that should be her own scarred ones towards the wondrous mounds that are Maura's breasts and then to the direction of her own smaller breasts. Looking at herself from this angle is freaking her out, big time.
"How the hell did this happen?"
"Just calm down Jane. There is a perfectly reasonable explanation to this. There must be."
Being in Jane's body is calming for Maura. She finds that the strength that resonates from the 'gut' that Jane always talks about has a relaxing effect on her; even in an obvious crisis. Maura uses the scarred hands to take off the polyester jacket, pressing those long strong fingers to the biceps brachii the act of undressing reveals; the hard bicep flexing and contracting with the motion.
"Oh Jane, you really do have magnificent musculature!"
"Maurrrrr!" she whines. "Please. We have to work this out."
Just then a buzzer sounds.
"What in the hell is that?"
"It's the body being delivered Jane, for the autopsy. And stop swearing, it's unnerving hearing myself swear."
"The what? No! No way Maur, I'm not cutting anybody open."
"You don't have to, but you do have to open the door. Go on."
Maura shoves the woman in front of her. In this long lean muscular body Maura feels untouchable. Strong. Confident. Sexual. She feels what she can only assume is Jane's swagger. As she looks at the hands on the back of the dress she put on that morning, she notices the raised flesh on the palms as it rests on the vintage McQueen shift dress. Maura runs strong lean fingers over the scars in the centre of Jane's hands. She feels a shiver as she imagines the pain Jane must have felt.
She sees her own face staring back at her and eyes that are tinged with sadness.
"They don't really hurt anymore."
Maura offers a lopsided grin, the one that disarms her every time.
"Go on, open the door." The voice that Maura hears isn't her own, they are her words but she hears Jane's gravelly voice, the timbre sends shivers down the lean frame of the Detective.
That voice is pure sex.
Jane acts on auto-pilot as a highly manicured finger darts out and pushes the buzzer.
"Uh, yeah, it's Doctor Isles here, come on in."
Jane starts to pant, she struggles to breathe.
"Oh Jane, relax, its ok. If you don't relax you'll go vasovagal."
"Wait? So what? That means I can't lie?"
Maura looks herself up and down.
This really is weird.
"It would appear not Jane, no. But I can."
Interesting.
"Here, sit down. I'll get the door."
Maura finds herself touching Jane without thinking about it. She sits her down on the chair and saunters to the back door. Maura has walked this corridor thousands of times, but never in this way. Her mind, because it is still her mind processes the roll of Jane's hips, the almost lounging way that the limbs operate in synchronisation with each other. The way that it almost feels as if there is something in between Jane's legs leading the direction of her gait. A gasp is expelled as Maura realises that Jane exudes raw sexual energy. Testosterone almost.
Maura has observed Jane's sexuality before, on many occasions; she knew that she was attracted to the lean Detective, but here, now, feeling the sexual energy of Jane, my God, she had always thought Jane to be a prude. She was far from it.
The lean fingers of the Detective nimbly enter the code to the door and it pops open as a gurney with the dead body from earlier is wheeled into the corridor by George.
"Hello George, how are you today?"
George looks at the brunette and then at Doctor Isles who is sitting down having difficulty breathing. He ignores the question from the imposing woman. He has never met her before. He looks concerned.
"Are you ok Doctor Isles? Are you unwell? Can I get you anything? A glass of water perhaps?"
Of course, Jane doesn't know George.
Jane realises the man is talking to her and is careful to answer truthfully. Her words considered.
"I felt faint and needed to sit down."
"Well ok Doctor Isles, but if you need anything, please let me know."
As he busies himself with his task the women are silent, once finished he leaves bidding the women farewell, the thick door slamming shut behind him.
"Holy shit, Maur. Seriously? What happened?"
Maura considers the options.
"As you touched me, I thought I wonder what it's like to be you."
"Wait? What?"
"I said."
"No, yeah, I heard you. I thought the exact same thing. So we wished our way into each other's bodies. We did it once we can do it again. Ok on three think I want my body back. We have to touch too. Ready? One. Two. Three."
Jane looks down. Holy shit those tits are massive.
"Great. We're stuck. Perfect."
Maura strokes her own hair, trying to soothe Jane. Gosh, that conditioner really is wonderful; my hair feels so silky and smooth.
"We will work it out Jane. I promise."
She felt it in Jane's gut.
Holy crap that's difficult! Let me know what you think...