Maura pointed to where she'd indicated that the detectives should stand while she examined the body, and Jane pulled Frost and Korsak back.

"Man, she has you whipped," Frost laughed, heading over to the laptop on the desk nearby. Korsak chuckled and shook his head, and Maura lifted her head, seeing Jane's light blush, trying to assess the situation.

"You're coming with me," Maura told Jane breezily as they packed up the crime scene.

"No, I'm going to question -"

"You're coming with me," Maura said, firmly this time, her jaw set, and Jane groaned, rolling her eyes as she followed Maura.

"You've got her wrapped around your finger," Frost said in awe, and Jane froze. Maura looked back at him, then at Jane.

"Not yet, but if she's good she might be, later." Her gaze was smouldering and Jane dropped her eyes immediately from the want of it.

Frost and Korsak visibly flinched, Jane flushing bright red at the implication.

"Oh wow, not cool," Frankie said, making a face.

"Why? Earlier today Frost said 'while you're down there' to you when you picked up evidence, obviously suggesting that you could perform oral sex on him. And earlier today Korsak said Cavanaught could blow him, indicating that he found something about the Lieutenant attractive enough to engage in homosexual activities with him. And today Frost said that I had Jane whipped, which I presume he meant 'pussy whipped', indicating that we are in a sexual relationship in which I top Jane, and then -"

Everyone had turned a little pale at Maura's assessment of the day's conversations.

"We don't mean any of it," Frost tried to justify himself. "They're just figures of speech."

"But they're all homosexual innuendos," Maura said, still trying to explain.

"Yeah, maybe we could... do that less?"

"Maybe if you do the lab will stop refusing to deliver reports to your floor," Maura mused.

"Oh. Uh, sorry."

"Not a problem. Now, Jane, you're with me." Maura strode off to her car and Jane, her head still hanging low, followed her.

"How do you like being whipped by me?" Maura asked later that evening, Jane kneeling on the bed as Maura took aim at her bare buttocks.

"I love it," Jane admitted. Maura smirked, putting the whip down and bending Jane over, sliding her thong to the side, watching as her fingers made their very familiar way into Jane.

"And I love to have you wrapped around my fingers, so lets call it even."

Notes:

Driving home and this struck me as it played