[AN] And here we end, supremely silly and covered in fluff. I've got a couple of ideas for future stories but not settled on a particular inspiration as yet. If you have any requests let me know, and thanks for reading!

-V95

"Oh my God," Jane moaned around a mouthful of sausage. "This is amazing."

Maura grimaced. "Jane, please."

"Let her enjoy herself, Isles," Mugsie remonstrated. "It is a specialty of the city, after all."

The lanky detective just keep chewing, a look of pure bliss on her face. Mugsie and Katalin laughed uproariously at Maura's pained look. It was a warm day in the beautiful city of Lyon, in France. Their restaurant was one of several built on a river barge, permanently parked in the Rhône. The river itself meandered past them, gurgling quietly as it sent.

Jane swallowed her mouthful and took a sip of her beer, a Westmalle Tripel from Belgium that Mugsie recommended. "Damn this is good beer, too." She turned to Katalin. "How long are you going to be living here?"

The Hungarian shrugged. "I have no idea." She sighed pensively. "At this point I have no desire to return to return to Budapest and my work with the Rendőrség. Working for Interpol will be a welcome change."

"The position you were offered is very prestigious," Maura commented as she took a sip of her wine. "Deputy Head of Forensics."

Katalin blushed. "I was very flattered to get the offer."

"Seemed only right, considering the previous holder of the position was being blackmailed by Sir Edward to falsify results," said Mugsie dryly. "And in the course of looking for you Interpol had already conducted an insanely thorough background check."

"Weirdest job interview I've ever heard of," Jane chuckled.

"I suppose I have to agree," Katalin murmured. "I will admit would have preferred something that didn't involve kidnapping and poisoning as part of the process." The effects of the thallium poisoning had largely disappeared, with only a lingering tremor in her legs that increased with fatigue, necessitating her use of a cane. However, between Maura and Mugsie's shameless use of their respective family's money and influence, the best specialists in the world had been consulted and under their care her overall prognosis had improved dramatically. "On the other hand, the cane gives me extended reach." She smacked hers into Mugsie's leg in demonstration.

The baroness snickered. "Rude." Then she sighed dramatically. "Surrounded by such peasantry."

Maura laughed. "Never change, Collingsworth."

"Never will, Isles."

The waitress appeared and deftly cleared emptied plates and glasses, the young man behind her refilling water glasses in her wake. A pair of ducks glided to a splash landing in the middle of the river to the delight of a young family in a nearby rowboat.

Katalin leaned forward towards Mugsie, her eyes twinkling. "So, my friend. I hear rumor that you have a new young man to warm your nights."

Mugsie shot Jane a filthy look. "Oh I wonder who gave you that information."

Jane shrugged, feigning innocence.

"Come now," Katalin continued. "Don't be shy. I seem to recall a weekly rotation of smitten young men stumbling through your door."

Mugsie's jaw opened in shock. "You make me sound like a complete hussy!"

"Well," Maura demurred. "In these modern times, we shouldn't condemn a woman with a healthy sexual appetite."

"You would know," Jane muttered, then flinched at Maura's swift pinch of retribution. "Ow!"

Mugsie sighed. "If you must know, he's been a perfect gentleman." She laughed suddenly. "It's right annoying actually. I'm ready for a good romp after all this nonsense."

Maura smiled her thanks at the waiter who placed a small cup of espresso before her. "I never knew you to be subtle in your approach." She studied her friend closely, noting the blush rising on the Englishwoman's cheeks. "Perhaps your fondness for Agent Lennox is a bit more extensive then is normal with your other sexual partners."

Jane choked and Katalin cleared her throat hurriedly.

"Jesus, Maura—"

Maura merely smiled as she took a dainty sip of her espresso.

Mugsie narrowed her eyes. "Given the amount of incredibly loud and apparently phenomenal carnal relations you seem to be having, Isles, I suppose that would make you an expert in such things."

Jane's choking increased, and Katalin patted her on the back in sympathy.

"Old buildings, Detective," she advised. "Assume sound travels."

"Don't worry, Jane," Maura murmured to her, seemingly unperturbed. "Revenge will always be ours." She gazed towards the doorway of the restaurant that led back towards shore.

Mugsie's eyes bulged. "I'm going to kill you, Isles."

"Now, now, Lady Margaret," Maura cooed. "I'm sure this is merely a happy coincidence. She placed several large bills on the table and stood, waving at Jane and Katalin to join her. As they stepped away a blushing but determined agent of the British Intelligence service took their place.

"Hey Chas, fancy meeting you here," Jane grinned, not bothering to hide her insincerity. She clapped him on the back. "Go get her, Tiger."

He scowled and held out the bouquet of tulips he'd brought in to the suddenly speechless baroness.

"Time for us to help Katalin finish unpacking her flat," Maura announced. "We'll see you two later."

"Much later, I suspect," Katalin observed.

"She missed you, Chas." Jane winked at Mugsie.

Chas beamed. "Did she now?"

"Sod. Off." Mugsie gritted. She swatted the arm of the smirking Englishman then sighed and laced their fingers together. "I guess I'm not horrified to see you," she mumbled.

Chas chuckled in relief. "I'm glad to hear it."

Jane leaned closer. "If I were you, I'd plan on staying in for at least two days." She ducked the flung napkin and ushered Maura and Katalin out. "Have fun, you two!"

"Jane!"

"Rizzoli!"

—-

Jane closed the door to their hotel room then flopped on the bed with a sigh. "It's weird to think we're going home tomorrow," she commented. "I don't even know how we're going to explain half of what's happened to the guys."

Maura turned around and presented her back to Jane who obligingly sat up and unzipped her dress.

"I'll be glad to return home," she commented with a slight shiver as Jane continued easing the dress down her arms. "I find myself missing my morgue, and I've been craving Angela's gnocchi."

"Maura," Jane complained. "Let's not talk about my mother when I'm trying to seduce you."

"Oh, is that what you're doing, Detective?" Maura's breath caught as Jane's fingertips traced idle patterns along her hips and she felt her lace bikini briefs slide down her thighs.

"I'm trying," Jane muttered as her lips grazed across the small of Maura's back and her hands traced a scorching path up Maura's thighs. "But if you keep talking, I might have to stop."

Maura leaned into Jane's touch with a whimper. "Mmm. Consider my lips sealed, Detective."

—-

Barry Frost was a good partner and better friend, but he was also a cop, and no cop worth the badge gives up a chance to give a fellow cop a hard time when the opportunity presents itself.

However, as a smart man, he realized this was probably a bit more than Jane would be willing to easily forgive.

"Got to hand it to you, Frost," Korsak commented. "You're either the bravest son of a bitch I've ever known, or you've got a death wish."

"I'm goin' for brave," Frankie called from his desk, hidden behind a huge bunch of balloons.

Nina appeared next to his desk. "And I'm going for severe death wish." She looked around the bullpen. "Though whether it's death by Jane or by the Lieutenant when he sees what you've done here, I won't pretend to guess."

Frost rubbed the back of his neck as he took in all his carefully prepared decorations. Every desk was festooned with a riot of multi colored balloons, and Jane's desk was hidden behind rainbow streamers, pride banners, and the biggest unicorn piñata he could find sat perched on top of the pile. At Frankie's suggestion he'd filled it with dental dams. A carefully photoshopped picture of Jane and Maura sitting on a large tree branch, the letters K-I-S-S-I-N-G spelled out in bright pink letters was taped to the unicorns butt.

"Um, you know what?" Frost finally ventured. "Maybe this is just a bit much." He turned to find himself alone in the bullpen. "Guys?"

"What in eight holy fucks is this?" Jane demanded from the other side of the room. Maura peered around the fuming detective and immediately covered her mouth with her hand to hide a smile.

"Well, Jane," she observed. "I take it further announcements around our relationship status will be unnecessary at this point."

Jane's murderous glare fell on Frost.

Blood drained from his face. He took a cautious step backward, and all bravery failed him as he saw Frankie peer out of the stairwell with a huge smirk on his face. "It was all Frankie's idea!" he blurted to the younger Rizzoli's horror, then turned and pushed past him down the stairwell in terror. Frankie followed him closely, his face pale, the heavy sound of Jane's boots not far behind them.

"Sorry Frankie!"

Jane's furious shout echoed in the stairwell. "I'm going to kill you two!"

"Frost, you backstabbing mother-fuck—"

The door slammed shut on the sound of Maura's laughter.

Back in the bullpen, Nina peered carefully into the room, and seeing only Maura stepped in. Korsak trailed her in, two cups of coffee in his hand. He gave one to Maura and placed the other on the edge of his desk.

"For Jane, if she ever comes back," he chuckled. "Welcome home, Doc."

Outside came the sound of squealing tires and the muffled sounds of shouting in the street.

Nina leaned over to peer through the window, then bit her lip. "It might be awhile. But yeah, good to have you two back safe and sound."

Maura smiled and shook her head. "There's no place we'd rather be."