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*All Russian translations came from Google, no claim they are accurate, it's just for the effect.

Will You Feel It?

The Boston Police Association was well known in political circles for its high class functions, charity events and inter-departmental shin digs with all the other state and federal law enforcement groups, but what Jane Rizzoli didn't understand exactly was why she'd been collared along with her colleagues in the Brick by their Lieutenant and told that they had to attend. The only thing she had felt a little blessed by was the fact that she didn't have to wear her full dress uniform, medals included, which would have made her even more subconscious then standing there in the long white and black formal gown that Maura had excitedly picked out for her when the Medial Examiner had found out that the Detective had been ordered to attend the function that she attended every year without fail.

"I would say that this thing had an up side but that Cavanaugh has already warned the boys and I twice not to drink too much from the free bar kind of puts a damper on the one good point about this." Jane moved back beside Maura where she had been waiting as the tall Detective got them both a glass of champagne.

"Oh come on now Jane it's not that bad." Maura took a glass, sipping its contents before making a face of mild disgust. "Then again..." She subtly put the glass aside on the edge of a window. "They could have upped their champagne budget a little."

"Now be positive Maur, this is about what... seven, eight dollars a bottle?" Jane gave a hearty laugh. "Even Rondo drinks better than this I think."

"He does now he's one of Angela's Guardians." Maura made the reference with a smile.

"I can't believe my mother had over 12,000 other crazy people following her blog." Jane rolled her eyes and was surprised when a new voice entered the conversation.

"M?"

The nickname, well more just a letter, came from a slightly deep woman's voice slightly behind them and when both of them turned they found they were looking at a tall athletic middle aged woman with a long mane of red hair that could rival Jane's own wild locks. She had striking green eyes and unlike either of the women was wearing an exclusively tailoured white tuxedo with black tie and heels.

"Sh... Shay?" Maura's skin flushed a little instantly as her eyes ran up and down the light tuxedo over and over before settling on green eyes. "What are you doing here?" She managed more fluently. "You look.., breathtaking." She took a step towards the redhead.

"No, you look breathtaking." Shay corrected her taking the half step forward as well with both her arms up at her hips to take both of Maura's. "Krasivaya zvezda nochi." She whispered the spiced foreign words before slowing leaning in to kiss one of the ME's cheeks then the other in the very European greeting, but even Jane could see that the redhead's lips lingered longer than any standard greeting.

Maura's skin reddened even more as she kept hold of the redhead's hands.

"Ya zhelayu vam skazal mne, chto vy by zdes." Maura whispered her reply looking into brilliant green eyes through her painted lashes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you would be here either, it was only when I looked across the room and was blinded by beauty that I realized." Shay also didn't let go of Maura's hands. "Father was supposed to be here this evening but..." For the first time she seemed to pause softly. "He's very unwell M, that's why I'm back in Boston, he's had to take a leave of absence from the board and I've been called to take his place." She summed up in a way that she knew Maura would understand.

"Your father is ill?" Maura looked horrified and then glanced for a second at Jane as the detective made a small noise. "Sorry Jane, this is Shay Lynch of Lynch Antiquities and Shipping." She explained to Jane stepping back and pulling one of her hands free to motion between the detective and the tall redhead. "Shay and I were sorority sisters."

"Detective Jane Rizzoli." Jane held her hand out and Shay took her free one and reached to shake it firmly in a grip Jane hadn't been expecting.

"A pleasure to meet you." Shay nodded as she appraised the Detective.

"Why don't I give you two a minute to catch up?" Jane looked at Maura to see if she wanted the 'out' only to find that almost immediately her best friend's eyes had locked to the redhead's face again. "I'll go find my partner, find me in a bit." She didn't know why but she reached out and put her hand on the small of Maura's back before she made any step to walk away.

"I will." Maura nodded but her words were slightly empty, her attention back on Shay, moving her hand back to take the redhead's free one more or less the instant Jane had released it. "When did you get back?"

"Just over a week, it's been a bit of a whirlwind I must admit. I am sorry, I wouldn't have just sprung myself on you if I had known we'd both be at this. Father's always had a soft spot for the boys in blue, he was supposed to drop off a big cheque and he insisted I do the honour as part of my public coming out in his stay." She gave a soft roll of green eyes. "You would think Timothy could have stepped into this better but..." She gave a soft sigh. "I had to give up my position at VNA." She admitted with a soft sag in her shoulders.

"I'm so sorry, you were so happy there, so settled." Maura frowned at both the news and the redhead's body language. "Though your father was never as taken with Timothy's talent or abilities as he was yours Shay we both know that." She added softly. "Though honestly you'll have to do a little better with your home work if you didn't know I would be here. I am the Chief Medical Examiner for the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, where else would I be?"

"You're right, I apologize again, I guess I just wasn't thinking and that is unacceptable." She frowned softly before gentle green eyes met with Maura's. "I won't take up your evening, I know you have much more important people to talk to but... can I call you, maybe we can have lunch and catch up?" She asked keeping solid longing eye contact with the other woman. "If only because I'd love to hear first hand about your position and your Detective." She gave Maura's right hand a soft squeeze.

"My..." Maura frowned and glanced over her shoulder to where somehow she knew Jane was trying hard to hide the fact she was looking at the two of them. "Oh you mean Jane.. she's not my anything.. Well no, she's my best friend but she's not... anything else..." The ME shook her head with a soft blush colouring her cheeks. "Call me, whenever you want to, need to." She squeezed the hands in her own. "I'd love to catch up. I have missed you."

"YA budu nazyvat' moyu zvezdu , vy mozhete polozhit'sya na eto." Shay slipped into Russian again, before leaning in to kiss Maura's cheek, this time only the right. "I've missed you too." She nodded before finally taking a step back and slowly letting their hands slip apart with distance before she turned and headed over to where some of the Police nrass were conversing.

-x-

"Uh Jane, are the laser eyes of doom for a reason or are you just practicing your cyborg impression?" Frankie bumped into his sister's hip and tried to get her to stop staring at where Maura was just finishing a conversation with a very sexy redhead in a tux. "You could have worn a tux, you should ask her where she got that... it's sexy." He grinned into her drink. "Think Maura would introduce me?"

"No I don't think Maura would introduce you and if I wore a tux every one would tell me I looked like a boy." Jane objected. "How come on her it's sexy?"

"Because she didn't rent that from Mr. Formal like you would have." He gave a gruff amused laugh. "And you'd wear boots, she has heels on." He pointed out as well. "And... hey why wouldn't Maura introduce me?"

"Because they are old sorority sisters and because that's not a rental suit, that suits worth more than you are." Jane quipped at her younger brother.

"Sorority sister." For some reason Jane probably didn't have to turn her head to hear the way his thoughts had gone with his tone.

"That's not code for slept with at university." Jane sighed and shook her head. "It's all gamma theta delta crap."

"I'll have you know I was just getting excited about the concept of a sorority sister, I was not assuming Maura slept with her." Frankie gave a slight amount of mock horror. "Though..." He gave another laugh. "Here she comes, game face cyborg."

"Hey, everything okay with your friend?" Jane gave a bright smile immediately, giving her brother a surreptitious elbow to the ribs as she drew closer.

"No..." Maura began as she got close to the pair of them. "Yes..." She glanced back to pinpoint the redhead now talking to the police commissioner. "No..." She shook her head again and looked at Jane blinking hazel eyes. "Would you mind coming onto the terrace with me I need to get some air?"

"Of course..." Jane turned to Frankie and pushed her glass into his hand, moving to cup Maura's elbow with the other. "This way." She said softening her voice to a low personalized whisper just for the ME to hear as she began leading her to one of the doors very clearly labeled PRIVATE.

Checking before she pushed it open the detective carefully pressed into the corridor beyond and then nodded to Maura that they should head just to the left down the hallway, which indeed brought them to a terrace, but in a section of the building that wasn't being used for the large reception.

"It helps when you've been to these things year after year, and not only for gala's and functions." Jane offered with a shrug as she moved to flick on the floor level lighting.

"It must... thank you." Maura wandered over to the stone barrier that separated the terrace from the garden beyond reaching out to steady one hand on the cool stone as she looked out into the night skyline of Boston beyond the trees.

Jane wandered slowly over to the edge, not too close to her friend, pausing to look at the wall before looking out at the landscaping, though it was mostly in darkness.

"So am I allowed to ask why seeing Shay seemed like such a..." The detective paused for a moment. "Shock?" She offered the word somewhat tentatively. "Was she supposed to be in prison or a Tibetan monastery?"

Hazel eyes flashed to Jane at the words 'prison' and seemed at least placated when she offered up monastery as well.

"It was... is a shock because..." Maura took a breath. "I thought she was in London... England." She clarified almost unnecessarily. "She's a very influential curator and collector at the VNA, Victoria and Albert Museum." She clarified when she didn't see a look of understanding from Jane.

"London has a museum that collects Victorias and Alberts?" Jane gave a nonplussed frown. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding, I can guess it's something to do with the Queen right?"

"Yes Jane." Maura nodded. "It is one of the words foremost collections of art, sculpture, furniture, ceramics..." She began a list but realized quickly it wasn't necessary. "And I haven't seen her in nearly 17 years." She added the other important fact.

"Yeah I heard the traffic in London is hell." She smirked.

"Amusing." Maura breathed out. "We haven't seen each other on purpose." She revealed the small additional fact. "I'm sure she's been in Boston many times over that period, her entire family lives here, the Lynch world revolves around Boston..." She began to babble.

"That I do know, had a murder case revolved around them seven years ago." Jane summed up with an almost unreadable look.

"You investigated the Lynch family for murder? What murder? I wasn't involved." Maura stiffened instantly.

"You weren't here, I wasn't actually in homicide." Jane shook her head. "I was in the drugs unit and you were.. I don't know where you were." She admitted. "But yeah there was a murder that involved the 'family', not directly but they got pulled into it, they were cooperative, I just remember the case because the station was crawling with extra security when this one chick came in, I don't even remember her name."

"Helena? Helena Lynch?" Maura questioned instantly.

"No that wasn't it." Jane shook her head. "Nicola, that was it."

"The homicide squad dragged Lady Nicola Lynch down to the Brick to interrogate her?" Maura's face showed a high intensity of disapproval and well shock.

"No I'm pretty sure from what I remember a chauffeur drove her in what I think was a candy pink limo." Jane squinted slightly as she tried to remember. "She had a teenager with her... Freda.. Fr.."

"Florence." Maura let out an exasperated breath. "And I believe the limo was ballet pink, as I doubt you would ever know this but Lady Nicola was the prima ballerina for the Moscow Ballet Company for a number of years and that teenager is now a world renown cellist." She squinted her eyes closed. "I'm almost glad I was in Sierra Leone now."

"She thought I was homeless and gave me a fifty to get myself some warm food and a bed for the night. I wasn't even in my undercover get up." Jane shook her head remembering the even more clearly. "So back to tonight and Shay who is who? The eldest daughter?"

"Yes Shay is the oldest, then her brother Timothy, and then lastly Florence." Maura nodded that Jane had at least got this part correct. "There is a year between Shay and her brother but as you guess quite a few between them and Florence."

"Well from the glance I got at her Florence is obviously Nicola's." Jane nodded. "You mentioned there was a Helena Lynch, are they sisters? Are Shay and Timothy hers?"

Maura squinted her eyes for a moment again and then breathed out.

"I forget sometimes you don't... never mind." She shook her head. "No, Helena Lynch is married to Lady Nicola Jane, yes I know before it was legal or trendy or... it just didn't matter. She fell in love with the Prima Ballerina, Nicola defected to America and the rest is history. I am not exactly privy to which of them is officially Florence's biological mother but yes I know for sure that Shay and Timothy are direct descendants of Helena Lynch, one of Boston's first families."

"Okay." Jane arched her eyebrows but at the same time nodded. "So all's fair in love and gay marriage for the Lynch's I can swing with that." She gave a shrug. "And Shay grew up went off to university met you, you and she became ama-marters or whatever crap that is, and then she went off to collect old bits of dead queens." She summed up. "Doesn't fill me in on why her being here would be a huge shock. Unless the collecting old broken things is illegal and there's a reason she shouldn't be here. Or a reason she wouldn't want to be in the same place you are." Jane focused on her best friend. "Did you steal her boy friend?"

This leap of detective intuition made Maura let out another long sad sigh.

"No, I did not steal her boy friend." Maura finally shook her head looking out into the treeline again before glancing at Jane almost indecisively before finally letting her shoulders slump. "I broke her heart."

"By not stealing her boyfriend when she wanted you to?" Jane offered quirking her eyebrow, already shaking her head before the ME could say no. "By turning her down?" She offered her tone far softer and more understanding as she made the move away from quick jokes and light hearted banter.

"Yes... she wanted me to go to London with her." Maura gripped the banister a little tighter. "But you don't understand Jane..." She blinked and looked at the detective.

"She wanted you to go to London with her but you had already decided on your plan, you knew what you wanted to do and London wasn't it." Jane reached and put her hand over Maura's on the railing. "I can understand her disappointment, but that doesn't mean you did anything wrong." She said softly. "I wanted my best friend at high school to run away with me one summer to look for big foot." The brunette revealed. "She said no too."

"Jane, Big Foot doesn't exist." Maura responded first in the way only she could before frowning. "You still don't understand... Shay wasn't my best friend... we were... lovers." She said the words almost in a whisper afraid it would bring tears to her eyes if she said it much louder.

"Lovers?" Jane said the word almost experimentally before she made a small 'oh' sound and eased her hand off the back of the ME's taking a small step out of Maura's personal space. "You..." She began but then stopped. "And you haven't seen her since then?"

"Not since the night I left for Africa." Maura shook her head reaching up to dab at the corner of her eye trying to save her makeup. "She begged me not to go Jane, it was awful... I'd never seen her so emotional, so distraught, so..." She knew she couldn't give the image in her memory justice. "And I did what I do best, I panicked." She made a soft choking noise as she tried to swallow. "And I ran away to a place where no one knew me, knew us, knew of us and buried myself in my work."

"But you went for a reason, you left her for a reason." Jane pointed out softly. "If you had been as happy, as committed as apparently she was, Africa wouldn't have mattered." She shook her head gently. "Yes I know you panic, and you have trouble sometimes facing things, but not if someone is making the first move and you feel its the right one to make." She shook her head.

"Have you ever had a relationship when you thought you knew exactly where you were and then suddenly in a matter of weeks, days it seemed like everything just turned on its head and you didn't understand where you were anymore?" Maura nodded that she understood Jane's point. "We dated for eighteen and a half months Jane, and when things got serious and our real lives were supposed to begin, no more school, no more waiting... I still don't know what really happened."

"Maybe this is your chance to work it out." Jane offered with a simple shrug. "Work out what happened." She clarified the point she was making. "Talk to her about what happened." She added, lifting her gaze to meet hazel eyes. "Not all of us have horrible reunions where half of our old classmates die." She gave a crooked smile. "And the other half have an average IQ of below 60 and say 'hawt' a lot."

"Maybe you're right." Maura let out a slow sigh and then without hesitation stepped closer and leaned against Jane. "I just wasn't expecting suddenly her to be there, I thought I'd boxed everything Shay away and one day if I ever did see her again I'd be okay, I'd be collected and calm but I didn't feel that way at all."

"Boxing things away doesn't mean dealing with them." Jane shook her head softly before leaning it against the other woman's as she lightly drew her arms around her. "Give her a week or so, see if she calls you, if not call her, I'll even come with if you want, my lug of a brother wants to meet her anyway." She gave a chuckle. "I can't wait to see that bubble explode."

"She said she was going to call, wanted to have lunch and catch up." Maura spoke actually comforted by the fact that this coincided with Jane's basic suggestion. "I don't know the details yet but she had to give up her job and come home to run the Empire, her father is sick." Her voice was sad.

"By father you mean..." Jane checked.

"Helena." Maura nodded finally pulling back with a soft smirk. "And before you get confused no she is a woman, she dresses like a woman, well a masculine one..." She gave a soft chuckle. "But the children have always called her Father, a family quirk I guess."

"If I meet her do I call her Len?" Jane gave a bright smirk.

"No, you call her Mr. Lynch." Maura swatted her arm lightly.

"Frankie said I should have worn a Tux, should I have worn a tux, he said Shay looked sexy, would I look sexy in a tux?" Jane continued lightheartedly, slipping back into banter, moving away from the heavy conversation with a smile.

"No, I think you look stunning in that dress." Maura shook her head. "Though..." She stepped back as if appraising. "If we dressed you in a similar, tailoured D'Vencier you would look very sexy Detective. Shay has always had this way of dressing for a situation, she's stepping into her Father's shoes, she wore what she wore to make a point to the old boys club that she isn't to be trifled with. She did look sexy." She gave a soft blush and smiled.

Jane gave a pout.

"She could have looked just as sexy in a dress." She grumbled as she moved towards the door. "Are you ready to go back in?"

"Yes." Maura stood up taller and squared her shoulders. "I am the Chief Medial Examiner of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, I can face my ex." She solidified herself and began to walk towards the door.

"She's not really your ex, she's the lover you jilted and ran away from." Jane teased as she pulled open the door for her.

"If you call me a runaway bride I might hit you with my purse." Maura warned her.

"I wouldn't dare." Jane shook her head with a look of mock seriousness. "How about O'l Yella? Colonel Custer? Given time I can probably come up with more names that reference have something to do with cowardice." She beamed. "Chicken-little."

"You are being mean now." Maura frowned slightly. "And here I was going to compliment you by telling you how she thought we were together." She flared her eyebrows. "So not my type." She began to swagger off.

"That, That is mean." Jane began her stride after. "What exactly is your type, and what about me isn't it..." She ranted comically as she did so.

"Seriously you haven't figured this out yet?" Maura stopped just shy of the main room and looked at the taller brunette. "To be my type Jane, you would have to actually be attracted to women." She grinned at her.

The tall dark haired detective stopped and once more made that small 'oh' sound in her throat that never quite made it out of her mouth as she looked at the lighter haired woman with a slight frown of understanding as her answer made sense.

"There is a guideline that it is best to ascribe to if one is attracted to women, one that helps prevent a great deal of heart ache and lamenting over unrequited emotions." Maura smiled at her softly reaching out to put her hand on the detective's arm. "Don't fall in love with a straight girl." She summed up with a wink.

"I get that." Jane nodded. "You... you could have also said that you like red heads." She said with a quirky grin.

"Now you're fishing Detective." She grinned back. "Shay is the only woman I have dated with red hair, hardly a trend."

"I'd like to say Dean was the only asshole I've dated, so it's hardly a trend either but I'd be lying so..." Jane grinned more. "Come on lets get back in, the band should be taking the stage soon, it'll be time to twist again like we did last summer." Jane groaned unenthusiastically and then held up her hand as Maura took in a breath as if to begin to say something. "Don't..." Jane just looked at her. "I don't want to know how good for me twisting is, or how you know the perfect body position for the supreme 'twist'."

"Well fine then, but it is a very good..." Maura began anyway as she moved further into the room.

-x-

"We don't have a case why am I being called down to your office for a 911?" Jane walked into Maura's office wiggling her cellphone after she had walked down from the Brick.

"I need to know if you think the eggshell or the ivory?" Maura looked nearly manic as she held up two pairs of high heels that looked well probably identical to the Detective.

"Definitely the elephant tooth." Jane pointed at the pair in Maura's left hand. "It's far more refined." She put on a very fake air of grace.

"I was leaning that way." Maura's face broke into a more content smile as she turned to put the eggshell pair back into a box on her desk and bent down to pull on the other pair of heels. "She called, I'm meeting her for dinner at La Dessa. Does this look okay?" She stood up tall and smoothed her hands down the hips of the figure hugging white dress with black piping accents and a dark silk scarf that was tied around her throat.

"You look great." Jane took in the ME and took in a breath and indeed had to admit that she did indeed look beautiful, not that that was unusual, Maura always looked stunning, though it was obvious that she had tried harder than usual. "You're nervous." She added with a softer smile. "She wants to meet you, to catch up, it's a good thing." She tried to be supportive. "You could wear a garbage sack."

"I doubt that, La Dessa does have a dress minimum." Maura smiled and leaned against her desk. "And yes I admit I'm nervous. I'm curious as to what her life has been like, I'm curious if she's mad at me and wants to vent her very ruminated anger on me, I'm curious if she's with someone else. I didn't see a wedding ring but..." She made a soft motion with her hand to indicate the inaccuracy of this.

"Do you want her to be with someone?" Jane watched her best friend's body language with a smile of her own.

"I want her to be happy." Maura tried to cover up her real reaction and saw the way dark eyes continued to bore into her. "I don't know, is that a fair answer?" She looked at her best friend. "I was thinking about what you said at the event, boxing away the past, running away from it didn't resolve anything about it, especially since we never came to an actual ending, we just both went into exile from each other and we do deserve some kind of resolution."

"Do you want to make her happy?" Jane let a low smirk pull at her lips as she arched her eyebrow.

"Jane!" Maura actually blushed for a minute, giving her shoulders a soft shake. "My first priority is getting through dinner and catching up." She filled in. "I'm not the type to assume that even if she's forgiven me enough to be civil and have dinner that she is still interested in me in any way other, especially that way."

"I'm not asking for you to assess her I'm asking you how you feel." Jane kept her smirk. "I'm reading one thing from that flush."

"I..." Maura paused giving a shy smile as Jane managed to read her like the open book she often seemed to be for the Detective. "I'm still attracted to her, of course I am, you saw her at the gala, she's... beautiful, nearly flawless, refined... and when we were together she was very..." She gave a soft giggle. "Physically talented."

Jane made a small noise and coughed.

"Physically talented." She repeated Maura's phrase with an increasing grin. "You didn't miss..." She waved her hand low on her waist.

"Jane." Maura watched the motion with a soft laugh. "Please don't tell me you are so narrow minded to think that intercourse can only be successful with the inclusion of a penis?" She purposefully used the word to see the brunette squirm and when the Detective made a face and moved towards the couch she applauded herself internally. "The truth is Shay was a very versatile lover, she could do things with her hands and tongue that made a phallus the last thing on my mind." She gave a one sided smirk as she moved over to sit on the chair near the couch as Jane seemed to squirm more. "And... as you are aware Detective, if desired one can purchase a replacement in a variety of shapes and sizes, and Ms. Lynch is a very voracious shopper."

"Did they include one from ancient Egypt. Isn't that where you told me archaeologists recently dug a dildo up?" Jane tried hard to maintain a 'cool' demeanor.

"Oh they did, a carved stone replica that had divots to allow a leather sheath to be worked over it for comfort." Maura continued knowing the Detective couldn't last. "Are you telling me that you have never in any relationship or even alone used a phallus replacement in order to achieve orgasm?"

"NO!" Jane squeaked, her voice unusually high for the typically low raspy detective. "Maura, please, if I want a phallus shape I look for the real thing." She rolled her eyes and looked away. "I don't even own a vibrator, would you if you had my mother?"

"I understand that the real thing comes with certain options but really Jane, sometimes don't you just want the relaxation of release without having to engage in the complications of a date or intimacy building?" Maura looked at her seriously. "I can't believe you don't own some sort of vibrator, we really need to rectify that, you have an extremely high stress job and as I've tried to underline to you the endorphin and neuro chemicals released during orgasm would greatly assist your body in fighting the rigors of your day."

"And do they come with a box that is mother proof?" Jane frowned slightly, tipping her head as she looked at the other woman. "Explaining to my mother why I have a vibrator and not a man in my bed."

"You could tell her that it has been proven in studies that women in successful relationships actually tend to masturbate more as an extension of their intimate security and atonement to their sexual needs." Maura grinned at her. "And yes, some companies now offer decorative boxes with locks designed to hold personal items such as vibrators so that they are not easily exposed in drawers near the bed." She pointed out knowingly.

"How did you going on a date with your talented ex lover turn into a conversation about my lack of a sex life?" Jane's brow crumpled into a confused from and then happy smile.

"Because you were subtly trying to ask if I wanted to have sex with her again?" Maura smiled at her and moved over to sit next to the Detective on the couch. "And honestly the answer is I don't know, the problem is that I think fundamentally yes." She admitted finally. "But I know that if we did there would be a lot of historical baggage that would come around with us being intimate and I'm not sure I'm ready for that."

"But the sex was great." Jane teased with a grin. "Because she was physically talented and a voracious shopper." Jane put on her mock Maura voice still grinning. "And you've had a stressful week." She grinned more.

"Do I take that as a yes vote?" Maura smiled at her softly.

"Well don't do it on the table at La Dessa but..." Jane pushed up and brushed down her work pants. "You like her, if she likes you and you've missed it..." She shrugged her shoulders. "Why not, you're both adults, and whether it turns into more than great sex is a different question." She slipped one hand into her pocket. "Get a list of where she shops." She winked.

"Jane..." Maura looked up at her as she went to step towards the door. "Thank you." She said softly standing up to move closer to the Detective. "Your reaction to what I told you about my past relationship with Shay has been comforting and empowering." She reached out to put run her hand down Jane's arm.

The brunette put her hand over the ME's.

"You're my best friend, nothing you could tell me would change that." She underlined her voice soft. "The idea that there is something you could have had, something you might have run away from just because you were young... makes me think you need to face Shay, for you, not for her." The detective smiled tenderly. "Giovanni is going to be heartbroken you've left me for another."

"Don't worry, I wouldn't leave you for even the talented Shay Lynch." Maura smiled at her just as tenderly. "You are one of a kind."

"I have work to do." Jane smiled even brighter. "Call me, tell me how it goes, or drop in, or I'll catch up with the details tomorrow." The detective winked.

"Of course." Maura gave a soft nod moving back towards her desk to get her purse.

-x-