To boldly go (where no woman has gone before - sorry I just couldn't help myself...)

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Here's my new story. Hope you like it!

Being in an awfully chirpy mood that day, Jane had a spring in her step while heading towards the morgue. She was greeted with a true image of loveliness in front of the elevator doors and took her time to appreciate the delectable doctor's shapely calves without being observed.

"Well, whom do we have here? If it isn't Madame Doctor!"

"First of all, it's Mademoiselle Doctor to you. And why are you in such a cheerful mood today?" Maura responded, slightly irritated by her friend's unnatural joviality.

Completely ignoring Maura's statement and quietly humming to herself, Jane simply sashayed into the elevator after the doors had swooshed open.

Maura eyed her suspiciously.

As the doors closed, she finally answered. "Actually, I was just on my way down...".

"So I gathered"

"...down to see you. I wanted to ask if you felt like going to Crowe's birthday party later at the Robber before our weekly movie night..." Jane patiently responded, absolutely refusing to get ruffled.

Maura wrinkled her nose at Jane's suggestion. "I don't know... Somehow, I don't feel like going out tonight, Jane."

"Please?"

"No..." Maura whined.

"Pleeeease, Maura? Pretty please with sugar on top?"

The elevator doors opened again and Maura was thankful that she could momentarily evade answering Jane as Frost came in, a huge group of academy students in tow. The elevator was jam-packed and in order to make room for everyone, Maura had to change her position slightly, so that she was standing right in front of Jane. By the time every student had squeezed in, Maura's rear was firmly pressed into Jane, while Jane was being sandwiched between Maura and the back wall of the elevator.

"Gee Frost, what is that? Open house being held in the elevator?" Jane asked, slightly irritated.

"Yeah, something like that Rizzoli..." Frost answered not even trying to hide his amusement over the predicament Jane and Maura were in.

Maura struggled to find a safe stance, but finally gave up, settling for leaning back into Jane. She decided her weight on Jane felt comforting, maybe even secure, so why bother?

Jane sighed inwardly, there was no denying the fact that Maura was close, so very close. Jane could smell Maura's light perfume in the stale air of the elevator, she became extremely aware of Maura's butt pressing into her groin and Maura's back pressing into her chest. Maura's whole body was warmth Jane needed and ached for. However, she could have sworn that Maura leaned into her more than was absolutely necessary under the circumstances, but quickly decided she didn't mind. At all.

Wrapping one arm around Maura's waist, pulling her even closer to herself, Jane could hear Maura's sharp intake of breath as she gently began stroking Maura's flat stomach, her fingers running up and down Maura's dress. She continued tenderly caressing Maura while whispering into her ear "Do you think this is what Korsak has in mind when he says you and me have a close relationship?"

Both women burst out laughing, which earned them a stern look from Frost.

The doors opened and the women finally made it to the morgue, still giggling.

"Jane, you should be glad it was me - and not Korsak!" Maura said, grinning adorably.

"Believe me, I am! I would have shot Korsak if he had pressed into me like that!"

The giggles won over them again.

Maura was the first to regain control, whereas Jane laughed even harder, tears forming in her eyes. Maura had forgotten how stunning Jane was when she laughed. The sparkle in her eyes, the captivating sound of her laughter in the air, the way Jane's lips spread into that beautifully breathtaking smile, her lips...

Jane's laughter stopped instantly when she noticed Maura's eyes focusing on her. Clearing her throat nervously, she desperately tried to think of something else than Maura's staring at her lips.

Her olfactory sense provided her with the answer.

"Yuck, Maura. What's that smell in here?"

"Jane, as you full well know, it's the formaldehyde. You should have gotten used to it by now, considering how often you're down here with me." Maura replied, thankful for the diversion.

"Nah, it's nauseating, Maur."

"You get used to it. I actually kind of like it. In a weird sense, I guess..."

"Oh Lord, now you're becoming delirious, Maura. We've got to get you out of here as soon as possible... As the party's still on, I'd say I'll meet you at the Dirty Robber in an hour... Great, it's settled then, looking forward to it!" Jane rattled on, spun on her heel and left the morgue without giving Maura a chance to argue.

With the benefit of hindsight, The Dirty Robber wasn't the best place to be that evening...

The fairly small bar was bursting at the seams due to a Star Trek Convention being held a few blocks away. So basically, the Robber was a melting pot of police officers, alien life forms with pretty disastrous make-ups and guys wearing rather unbecoming Starfleet uniforms.

Upon arriving, Jane couldn't believe her eyes. She spotted Maura in a far corner, evidently having a ball with Korsak, Frost and some other guys from the precinct, downing Tequila shots. She made her way over to them and took a seat, much to her dismay not beside Maura.

"Really Korsak? Seriously? Has it come to this?" Jane remarked snidely.

"Shut up and have a drink, Rizzoli! Or two. Even better three. We're way ahead of you..."

Plenty of shots of Tequila and beers later, they were all having a blast. The buffet was delicious, the music captivating, the banter joyous and the drinks cold.

Every now and then a particularly handsome Trekkie in a red uniform would glance over to them, giving his best attention to Maura while flirting blatantly with her. After a while, Frost had his coming-out, explaining to them that he had been an ardent Trekkie when he was younger and that the guy eyeing Maura supposedly was a Commander due to three rank pins on his collar. Needless to say he was a fan of Geordi LaForge...

Even though she was reluctant to attend the party in the first place, it turned out Maura was indeed having a field day that evening. That is, until she asked Jane to dance.

"Excuse me, Maura?" Jane exclaimed incredulously. "Jane Rizzoli doesn't dance, I repeat DOES NOT dance!"

"Fine, if you won't, I'll find somebody who will." Turning to the guys she added sweetly "What about you gentlemen, anyone care to dance with me?"

Everyone was suddenly deeply engrossed in conversation, so Maura took the not so subtle hint, stood up and looked Jane straight in the eyes, giving her one last chance to change her mind. "Nope, not drunk enough to dance, Maura."

Maura shrugged. "Well Jane, you've had your chance. And you gentlemen, are boring. With a capital B!" Maura spat and headed straight for the dashing Commander, pulling him to the dance floor.

"I didn't know our tipsy doctor could be so sassy..." Korsak stated, watching the retreating form of the ME.

"Tipsy, Korsak? More like she has three sheets in the wind..." Frost added.

"Maybe, but I don't care as long she wears those hugging dresses, displaying her fantastic cleavage..." Frankie Rizzoli chimed in.

Everyone expected Jane to launch a verbal attack against her brother for his comment, but much to their surprise she kept quiet, instead watching Maura closely, her eyes narrowed as she thought about how Maura held the power over her to ruin her mood in an instant. Flashes of anger, despair and jealousy hit her intermittently as she watched her beloved ME dance closely with that nerd.

"Frankie..." Korsak tried to chastise Frankie as Jane was obviously failing to do so.

"No, Korsak, you know what? Don't chastise my little brother, ok? If Dr. Isles is publicly displaying this kind of cleavage in an area of town where it can either get you arrested or hired, it's not Frankie's fault." Jane spat out, surprising Korsak with the venom in her voice.

The other officers had a good laugh at Jane's utterance.

Growing slightly irritated, Korsak retorted "Jane, I don't see what's wrong with that. Why shouldn't Dr. Isles display enough cleavage to attract a male?"

"A male or a hungry infant..." Jane countered which led to further bursts of laughter from the guys.

"Jane" Frost admonished her.

"Yeah, I know. Shouldn't have said that." Jane slumped down and glanced at Maura again. She felt broken-hearted, even if she had no right to. But her jealousy was eating away at her and she had no idea how to cope with her emotions. As far as Jane was concerned, Maura's body was off-limits to anyone but herself. It became painfully clear to her that Maura didn't share her opinion on this topic. Jane often thought about covering Maura up in the yellow ,police line - do not cross' tape. Maura's body was forbidden territory and that nerd had crossed it. Jane felt the anger burning up in her. Anger directed at the guy who was groping Maura, anger at Maura for allowing him to do so and anger at herself for not being able to control her jealousy.

At that precise moment the upbeat music changed to something slow, resulting in a cheek to cheek dance. The freak (as Jane „lovingly" called him) let his hands wander around Maura's back, while Maura had the audacity to put her arms around his neck. He even squeezed Maura's butt, but soon his hands returned to caress the small of Maura's back. Jane simply stared at the scene unfolding before her, unable to tear her eyes away even though it broke her heart.

"Janie, do you want another drink?" Korsak asked upon realising Jane's inner turmoil. She was lost in thought.

"Jane?"

"Mothership to Rizzoli!" Korsak tried again. "Sir, it appears she's out of sensor range..." Frost chimed in, both men sharing a hearty laugh.

Just then the Commander leaned in to kiss Maura's neck.

"It seems the Commander has begun the docking process..." Frost choked out.

At that sight, Jane jumped up from her seat and stormed towards the exit, bumping unceremoniously against Maura's arm on her way out.

"Hey lady, watch it" Maura's dance partner yelled.

Jane spun around. "Why don't you just back off, Urkel?"

"Jane, what's wrong? Why are you so upset?" Maura rested her hand comfortingly on Jane's arm. "Leaving already? What about our movie night later?"

All attempts to calm Jane down were in vain as she shook Maura's hand off and hissed "I don't have time to wait for you to lose one of your glass slippers, Cinderella!"

With that, she left Maura dumbfounded and stormed out.

At warp speed.

Thank you for reading this. What do you think? One-shot?