Author's Note: Hi! This is my first attempt at a fic so feel free to be as critical as you think is necessary.

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"I wonder what kind of women you'd like if you liked women," Maura said, as she slid her laptop closer to the foot of the bed she was sharing with her best friend. The exceptionally skilled medical examiner and homicide detective were working a case - the murder of a young lesbian woman - that had presented Maura with an opportunity to approach the topic of sexuality- a conversational item that was typically taboo with sarcastic brunette.

Jane scoffed, the topic of conversation making her feel wildly uncomfortable and strangely inadequate; a combination of emotions that almost exclusively presented itself when she found herself talking to the doctor about sex. "What?" Jane questioned, leading the conversation away from her own ill feelings, a mechanism she regularly used when she needed a moment to think to herself, before continuing, "Well, first of all, I would be the guy, and-" She cut herself short, finally realising exactly what Maura had just said. A small smirk presented itself on the detective's lips, and the casual tone she'd held thus far dropped a note and melted into one of insinuation, interrogation and- as far as Maura could detect- a hint of curiosity. "And-" she continued, thoroughly concentrated on her choice of words, "don't you mean 'we', doc? …If we liked women?"

Maura shrugged her shoulders lightly before turning to face Jane directly. "No," she said, her word dripping with the delicacy and delivery Jane had grown to expect from the M.E's banter, "I typically find myself interested in confident, intelligent and athletic women," she paused briefly, allowing herself to observe Jane's reaction to her newly spoken sexuality, "and they are almost exclusively brunette."

The detective, whose silent sentiments of inadequacy now loomed over her wild raven coloured head, found herself speechless. Maura had been attracted to women. Women. That's more than one. Maura has been attracted to multiple women. Women, who, as far as the detective could imagine, looked like Jane Rizzoli.

Maura shifted in her place on the bed. She'd wanted to tell Jane about this part of herself for a long while- a plan made impossible by her best friend's immaturity and distaste for those kinds of things- and now that it was finally out in the open, she was having trouble understanding how Jane felt about it. Maura internally berated herself for not being able to acquire any data. Her hypothesis, that Jane would be pleasantly surprised, could not be proven without sufficient evidence, and Jane wasn't offering any. An awkward silence settled between the two women and Maura spied Jane rubbing her thumbs against the fading scars on her hands. It was a sign that the brunette was feeling anxious, and the uncertainty that this knowledge provided for Maura made the crushing, awkward silence unbearable.

"Jane," She whispered in attempt to alleviate the tension that was building in the air- a plan that backfired when the object of her statement made no reply and a deeper, almost suffocating echoless, soundless, vacuum like silence filled the room, broken again when Maura spoke, "Jane, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. This case just made me start thinking about sexuality and how- well you know it's not really as black and white as people assume, it's really not even definable by shades of gray- human sexuality is fluid and changing and we really don't understand it, it's a bit like the universe in that sense- do you know what I mean? What we do know is that we can't know everything, and then I thought, I don't know everything about Jane, but you're not like the universe because I can just ask you rather than speculate and hypothesize and my curiosity sparked and then, well you know how I can't lie, what was I supposed to do? But I didn't mean to make this so awkward, I'm so, so sorry, Jane!"

As Maura finished her rant, she noticed that Jane appeared to be shaking, and immediately began to internally chastise herself. Oh no, I've made her cry! This really isn't the kind of reaction I would have expected from her. Did I do something wrong? I must have. I really should learn to be socially appropriate. It was then that Maura heard the sound that Jane was making, and realised that she had not, in fact, butchered the poor tortured soul of the detective. "Jane Rizzoli, are you laughing at me?"

"Oh my god, Maur, I thought you were going to pass out just now. Take a breath next time you recite the dictionary, alright?" the detective playfully quipped. Maura shot her a harsh look, hurt that Jane took such pleasure in making her feel like an idiot, which- judging by her IQ, she certainly was not. "You're horrible! And you would be the man in the relationship, with those… things" she pointed to the boots that Jane had unceremoniously discarded next to the bed. "I really hope you don't wear them tomorrow night on your date" she let her final word hang in the air and watched as it registered in Jane's mind.

"What?!" she basically yelled at Maura, "besides, those boots are comfortable. And they look good with anything. The ladies would be lucky to find someone with such gorgeous boots." Maura chuckled for a moment, internally substituting the word boots for one more… anatomical. After a second, Jane savvied on to what was happening inside the doctor's mind and immediately regretted her choice of words. Good going, Rizzoli. That'll definitely get you out of all of this undercover shit. "Anyway, if you're the one that likes women, why the hell am I the one that's supposed to go to the gay bar? If we don't get any leads maybe you'd still get lucky…" the detective offered, before laughing at her own joke. It was a habit, Maura presumed, she'd picked up in her time as partner to Vince Korsack. She was not amused. "Oh come on Maur," Jane said, still giggling, when she noticed the unimpressed look on her friend's face, "that was kinda funny at least!"

A/N: This is actually going somewhere I just got excited and posted it early.