Helloooooo! I've been working so long on this fic I don't remember where the idea came from. Whomp whomp. It started out as a one-shot and it's just kept growing and growing. I decided to go ahead and set this part free because I've tweaked it far too many times for far too long.

So...here we go. Several chapters at this point. Maybe 5, buuuuut don't hold me to that exactly.

"You look like you could use a drink," said a smoky, deep, but still distinctly feminine, voice. The tall, dark-haired, gorgeous woman sat down.

Maura's brow wrinkled. "May I help you?"

"Speed dating not your thing?" the woman said with the hint of a smirk.

"I'm sorry?"

"You look bored. And annoyed. Well, not at the same time. You've been switching back and forth between the two all night."

"You've been watching me?" A carefully groomed eyebrow rose.

The brunette merely shrugged, then hesitated a moment before she added, "Entertainment for my own boredom tonight."

"You do realize this is speed dating for women seeking men and vice versa, yes?"

"I've been bored out of my mind for the last hour talking to men who end up having either a fetish for handcuffs, or a fear of them." She shrugged again and smirked. "Makes you wonder what they're hiding."

"I don't really understand."

"I'm a cop. Well, detective. Homicide."

"Okay, but instead of leaving, you decided to come talk to me so you wouldn't have to sit through two more minutes of conversation about handcuffs with yet another man tonight?"

"Would you rather get back to one of them?" She started to stand up. "Because I can-"

"No! I apologize. I was just taken aback when you sat down instead of, well, a man. That's all."

"You still need that drink?" The other woman sat back down.

"Are you...what's the word for it…" Her forehead scrunched just slightly in concentration as she searched her mind for the right colloquialism. "Oh yes. Are you hitting on me?"

"That depends."

"On what?"

"On whether or not you're open to me hitting on you."

Maura glanced down to where this mysterious woman's name tag was, or where it was supposed to be. "What's your name?"

"I would tell you, but then I'd have to kill you."

At this point Maura felt a little frustrated and sighed. "What's your name?" she asked more firmly.

"Fine. My name's Jane."

"Well, Jane, as unconventionally as this conversation started, you certainly have already been far more entertaining than any of the men I've spoken with tonight. I'm intrigued."

With a smirk, Jane asked, "Intrigued enough to ditch this bullshit and let me buy you a drink?"

Maura regarded the woman across from her for several moments. Dark and wild, curly hair. Dark brown eyes that sparkled with mischief. A strong jawline. Simple makeup - just eyeliner and mascara. Perhaps a little blush. Confidence - cockiness? - radiating off her in waves. A button-up blouse opened low enough to show a beauty mark just off to the side of her cleavage.

"Earth to-" Jane paused and glanced down at her name tag. "Maura."

The voice startled the honey blonde out of her thoughts and she met the dark eyes of this mysterious woman, who was still smirking. "Yes," she blurted out. Embarrassed by her strong response, she cleared her throat and softened her voice. "Yes, a drink somewhere else would be nice."

"Excellent. There's a bar down the street that has much better beer actually." She glanced down at the table in front of Maura. "Though looks like you were drinking wine, so maybe somewhere else would be better."

"Did you drive here?" When Jane shook her head no, Maura said, "Perfect. We'll take a cab. I know just the place."

"The place" turned out to be a cocktail bar inside a higher-end hotel in the West End.

Maura chose a table in the corner. Intimate. Quieter than the rest of the already-quiet bar. "Do you drink wine?" she asked only seconds after they sat down, Jane to her left.

"Not normally, no, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't." Jane perused the menu and internally cringed at the prices. It wasn't that she couldn't necessarily afford more expensive drinks. She wasn't dating anyone and didn't have kids. Her salary wasn't even close to six figures, but she easily managed saving for the future. She just preferred to keep things simple.

Looking up from her menu, Maura said, "The Seghesio is one of my favorites here. We could share a bottle if you'd like."

"I'll have to defer to you on this one. If you say it's good, then I have no choice but to trust your expertise."

Maura smiled. "Okay then." She closed the menu and set it down in front of her, then lifted a finger to signal to the server who'd just caught her eye. Immediately the server approached and took their order.

Jane set her own menu down too as the server walked away. "So, Maura, you know what I do for a living. What about you?"

This was always a moment that Maura dreaded in romantic - it was romantic, wasn't it? - situations. But Jane, this gorgeous, intriguing woman, was a homicide detective. She was surrounded by death and no doubt worked closely with the city's medical examiner office. It also meant that she likely worked for the Boston Police Department, where Maura would be starting her new position in just over a month. The press release about her appointment wasn't scheduled for release for two more days, so she wasn't sure just how much Jane knew.

Life had just become very complicated. And yet despite knowing Jane's occupation, Maura had accepted the invitation. She wasn't sure whether or not to question her own judgment.

"Maura?"

Apparently she hesitated just a little too long. "I don't want you to think I misled you."

"Uh...I'm not really sure what to say to that."

Maura swallowed hard and tentatively met Jane's curious eyes. "I'm the Chief Medical Examiner's replacement."

It most certainly wasn't the response Jane expected. "Wait, what?"

"Doctor Mark Johnston, the Chief Medical Examiner of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts is retiring this month, as you undoubtedly know."

"Fuck. Seriously?"

"You didn't know?" Maura asked, confused.

"No, no. I mean seriously, as in you're seriously his replacement?"

Maura's reply was a meek, "Yes."

"I work for BPD, Maura. You're about to be my colleague."

"The chief medical examiner reports to the governor, not Boston Police. I may be your future colleague, but only because our offices collaborate on cases. There are several other medical examiners."

"Oh my god. My dating life is the punchline of a joke." Jane sat back in her chair and slouched.

Maura scoffed. "Excuse me? I take offense to that statement."

"That's not what I meant. It's just…" Jane leaned forward and placed her forearms on the table, hands clasped together. The movement brought her close to the honey blonde's face and the hurt in her eyes was evident. "Look, the last time I got involved with a coworker, it ended very badly, so I made a rule to never date a coworker again. Then, of course, my mother sets me up on the worst blind dates and I did this speed dating thing tonight to get her off my back for awhile. I rarely have time to go out and actively try to meet people and it's just that for the first time in a long time, I finally have and this happens. It's like some ridiculous romantic comedy. Except who knows how this ends."

"You're awfully presumptuous. How do you know I wish to pursue a romantic relationship with you?"

"Before we left the speed dating thing, you looked at me like you wanted to get me naked."

"Sex and a romantic relationship are not the same." Maura leaned backwards to put some distance between them.

Jane raised an eyebrow. "Then why are we talking in a bar and not fucking in a bed somewhere?"

Maura raised one of her own. "You're being presumptuous again. Who says we'd be in a bed?"

"You're deflecting."

"Why did you approach me earlier?"

"You're still deflecting."

"Fine," Maura huffed. "I told you earlier that you intrigue me."

"That typically means that you want to learn more about someone. When I asked you what you do for a living, you told me the truth. You opened up a discussion."

"Yes. Is that what you want to hear?" Maura glared. "Yes, I'm interested in getting to know you, but I am also wildly attracted to you, despite how infuriating you're being right now."

"I've been called infuriating many times in my life."

Maura pursed her lips briefly. "I'm certainly not surprised. Now I want to know - if you know that we'll be colleagues soon and you have a personal policy against dating your colleagues, why are you still sitting here with me?"

It took a moment for Jane to decide on a reply. In the end, she figured she might as well be brutally honest. "Because I've never wanted to kiss someone as much as I want to kiss you and at the same time I just want to know everything about you."

The brunette's honesty was a bit jolting. Maura truly hadn't expected such a candid response. She could hardly believe what she was about to do - she hadn't been so spontaneous in years. Slowly, she lifted her right hand and gently trailed her fingers down Jane's forearm to still-clasped hands, letting her hand rest upon Jane's. "I'm okay with complicated. In my life, some of the most complicated situations have become the most rewarding. I'm going to the front desk to get a room and I'll let the server know to have the bottle of wine delivered there. I'll also let the front desk know that you may or may not be joining me. It's up to you. There will truly be no hard feelings if you don't, Jane, and I'll never mention it again."

Jane stared at Maura, slack-jawed, shocked at the invitation she'd just received.

"Just know that this isn't an invitation that I'm giving you lightly. I've never done this before and I'll likely never do it again." Maura leaned forward and placed a brief kiss at the corner of Jane's lips. "If you don't join me, I'll see you next month when I begin work."

With a small smile, Maura rose and began to walk away. She stopped by their server, placing a hand on his arm as she spoke, and he nodded. Just before she walked out of the bar into the corridor, she shot a glance back at the woman she desperately hoped would accept her bold invitation.

Ten minutes after Maura entered the hotel room, there was a knock at the door. Her stomach had been in knots since the moment she walked out of the hotel bar. With a deep breath, Maura stood and approached the door. She glanced through the peephole and her stomach dropped.

It was the wine.

She opened the door, let the room service attendant set everything on the desk, and sighed as she watched him leave.

Idiot. That's all she could think as she poured herself a glass of wine and took a sip. She stared into the glass as she considered the composition and complexity of a wine she loved that could possibly be ruined by a bad choice and memory.

Moments later - two minutes, five minutes? She wasn't quite sure - there was a light knock at the door.

Maura felt as if her stomach had started doing flips. Stronger than before. More than anything she wanted the person on the other side of that door to be Jane. Who else could it be? The wine had been delivered, but perhaps it was a message from Jane that the front desk was delivering, rejecting her offer. After all, Jane didn't have her phone number. Setting her wine glass down, she turned and headed for the door, but this time couldn't bring herself to look through the peephole.

"Hi."

Immediately, Maura stepped back and gestured for Jane to come inside. After the door closed, they turned around to face each other. "At this point I didn't think…" She trailed off, suddenly uncertain of everything.

"I wasn't sure if I should, but I sat there completely dumbfounded for a few minutes before my brain really caught up. Then I spent another few minutes trying to figure out what the hell I even wanted to do."

The honey blonde remained silent, waiting for some indication on what to do next.

"This probably isn't a very good idea."

A familiar pang of disappointment hit Maura.

"And yet I couldn't help but think what if? What if I let this chance pass by? What if I give in to fear? What if I let you go and miss out on the best thing that could have ever happened to me?"

It was a rare occurrence for Maura Isles to be speechless, but this woman had certainly made her so.

"But I can't let myself let this be just tonight, Maura." Jane moved closer. "Not when I have to see you again."

"It doesn't have to be," Maura said quietly. "And I barely even know you, but I already know I don't want it to be."

In the blink of an eye, Maura felt herself being pressed up against the hotel room door. Soft, wet, insistent lips moved roughly against her own. Passionate. Demanding. Hands settled on her hips and she felt burned. Marked in a way that she never had been before.

Jane's lips moved along Maura's jawline to her ear and she breathed out, "So fucking beautiful."

The words and breath in the honey blonde's ear sparked a shiver along her spine and she whimpered. Her hands landed on Jane's hips and quickly then moved to the small of her back to pull her even closer. Teeth nipped down the side of her neck and she felt her eyes roll back in her head. A moan escaped.

Without warning, Jane began to walk backwards into the room, hands still on Maura's hips to pull her along, and when her lover got the hint, she reached behind her back to tug down the zipper of her dress.

Maura stopped suddenly and reached upwards to pull her dress down her shoulders while she simultaneously kicked off her heels. The dress fell to her waist as she pulled her arms free and revealed her nude breasts.

"Fuck."

With a smirk, Maura shimmied her dress down over her hips, let it drop to the floor, and stepped out of it before she picked it up and draped it over a nearby chair. The only thing remaining on her body was a black, seamless thong. "Your turn," she said softly as she stepped toward Jane and began to unbutton her blouse.

As she reached to her own waist and unbuttoned her slacks, Jane leaned down to press her lips eagerly to Maura's and pushed the fabric from her hips. "So glad I wore heels for once in my life," she mumbled against Maura's lips as she kicked them off her feet. Her slacks fell to the floor and she kicked them away too.

Maura continued their trek toward the bed and pushed Jane onto it once they reached it. When Jane began to move backwards to the pillows, Maura crawled onto the bed and up Jane's body before she straddled Jane's thighs and settled on her lap. Almost immediately Jane's hands gripped her ass firmly and she instinctively rolled her hips forward.

"Impatient?"

"Mm, just ready to get started."

Eyebrow cocked and eyes locked on her lover's, Jane trailed her fingers along Maura's hip and slipped her hand between toned, slim thighs. Thumb hooked around Maura's thong, she moved the thin fabric to the side and twisted her wrist to slide her fingers through abundant arousal.

Maura sucked in her breath and her hands settled atop her thighs.

"Wow, you are ready."

"I've been thinking about this for at least an hour. How could I not be?"

Jane couldn't help herself - she wanted Maura to squirm. She began to tease her. "So do you normally like to be on top?"

Maura slipped her hands up over her stomach and cupped her breasts before she leaned her head back, eyes closed, and moaned. "I like just about any sex position."

"I'll keep that in mind." Jane then wrapped her arms around Maura's waist and rolled her onto her back.

Amused at such a quick change in position, Maura smiled and worked quickly to discard her underwear before even giving Jane a chance.

Which Jane never liked missing out on. "Hey, I wanted to do that."

"Some other time," Maura said as she pulled Jane up her body and then kissed her passionately for a couple of seconds. "Right now, I want to feel you inside me."

"Not yet," Jane replied as she began to kiss her way slowly down Maura's body. By the time she reached Maura's hips, Maura had her fingers tangled in Jane's hair, not-so-subtly trying to direct Jane exactly where she wanted her to be. Jane lay on her stomach, looped her arms underneath Maura's thighs, and grabbed Maura's hands from her hair, pinning them to the bed.

"Jane." Her voice was half-impatient, half-whine.

"Keep your hands there," Jane instructed firmly.

It took all of Maura's willpower to grip the sheets instead of moving her hands back to Jane's head. "Please." She met Jane's eyes and then noticed a smirk.

Before Maura could urge her again, Jane closed her mouth over Maura, closed her eyes, and began to tease with her tongue. She wrapped her arms around Maura's thighs and held her in place firmly.

Maura hissed out a low yessss and gripped the bedsheets harder. With each flick of Jane's tongue, each suck, Maura felt more and more grateful that she'd had the courage to invite Jane to join her in the hotel room. Her need was growing stronger though. "Please. Inside me."

Seconds after the request, Jane slid two fingers inside her lover and Maura let out a low, long grunt of pleasure.

When Jane went from flicking her tongue to sucking, Maura gasped and her right hand shot right back to Jane's head. "Yes! Right there. Right there," she praised.

Suddenly Jane stopped.

"Noooo," Maura groaned as she lifted her head and opened her eyes to find Jane looking up at her, one eyebrow raised. "Really? Fine." Her head dropped back to the pillow and she released Jane's hair from her grip, returning her hand to the bed sheets.

Satisfied that her lover had complied yet again, Jane resumed her actions, but this time more intensely. Considering Maura knew now she'd stop, Jane took great pleasure in testing her lover's self control.

It wasn't long before Maura's hips were rolling, toes curling into the bed as she used her thighs to help her hips chase the pleasure. "Oh god," she gasped.

Jane pressed down on Maura's right hip more firmly, wanting to keep Maura from bucking too hard against her mouth. She slowed her left hand, but began to curl her fingers a little harder.

"Don't stop. Don't stop," Maura panted. "Just. Like. That."

Mentally Jane high-fived herself and began flicking her tongue over her lover's sensitive clit again.

Maura moaned at the change in sensation and she could feel herself start racing quickly to the edge. Gripping the sheets even harder, she zeroed in on just the movement of Jane's tongue and mere moments later, she felt the familiar, delicious feeling low in her belly that signaled the beginning of the end. Though she wasn't quite sure where the feeling came from, she released the sheet from her left hand and reached for Jane's hand on her hip before she laced their fingers together.

It was intimate. Romantic. Something she'd only ever done with lovers she cared deeply for, but Jane...this was already so different from everything she'd experienced.

Images flashed in her mind of potential future moments of them together.

And then she felt herself fall over the edge.

The two lovers lay facing each other. Silent with the exception of their breathing - still not quite back to normal, but certainly not as harsh as it had been.

Maura reached up and tucked a stray lock of hair behind Jane's ear. Though hesitant for a moment, she watched as she trailed her fingers down Jane's neck to her chest and finally over the swell of her breast. "I don't even know your last name."

"Rizzoli."

"It's nice to meet you, Detective Rizzoli." Maura smirked and returned her hand to the bed between them.

"The feeling's mutual, Doctor…"

"Isles."

"Wait. Isles, as in the Isles Foundation?"

Maura groaned and rolled onto her back.

"You mean I just bedded a Boston socialite?"

Scoffing, Maura sat up and turned to glare down at her lover.

"I'm teasing you, Maura," Jane said quietly as she trailed her fingers up Maura's arm. "Though I am impressed that I was able to get such a rich, beautiful woman into bed with me."

The honey blonde's expression changed completely. "Do you even realize just how sexy you are? Your voice is also incredibly arousing."

Jane shrugged.

With a sigh, Maura lay back down. "You are also very intelligent, another trait I find particularly appealing."

Eager to divert the focus from herself, Jane propped herself up on her elbow, her head resting against her hand, and looked down at her lover. "Tell me about Maura Isles."

"I was born in Boston. I was adopted and an only child. I went off to boarding school in France when I was 10. I attended BCU for both undergraduate and medical school."

"While nice to know, that's not exactly what I was going for."

"Then tell me about Jane Rizzoli."

"Born and raised in Boston. I have two younger brothers and a very, very nosy Italian Catholic family. I love the Red Sox, but I love just about every Boston sports team honestly. My pop's a plumber and owns a business. My ma stayed home to raise us. I was the youngest detective in BPD history and I was the first woman detective in Homicide."

"You mentioned a lot of the same things I did."

"Okay then. I have a terrible track record with men and I've never dated a woman long enough to introduce her to my family and friends. I'm basically married to my job, which is one of the biggest reasons why my relationships don't work out. My favorite thing about a woman is the way she moans when I start kissing her neck."

So this was the kind of honesty Jane was going for and it was also the kind that tended to end things for her romantically. She couldn't explain it, but she trusted Jane. Jane didn't seem like the type to be scared away very easily.

"I know very little about sports, except fencing, though I know most do not consider that a sport. My mother is an artist, primarily sculpture and installation pieces, and has taught at various universities over the years. My father is a renowned anthropology professor. I was almost engaged in college to a Fairbanks. I had a passionate relationship with another doctor when I was in Africa with Doctors without Borders, which continued physically any time he was in the States and stopped by."

"But that's over?" Jane interrupted quietly.

"I last saw him about 18 months ago and I told him I didn't want to see him anymore." Maura gauged Jane's reaction for a moment. "I don't love him. Not anymore."

The brunette nodded, but said nothing further.

"I've never had a relationship with a woman, but I've had discreet encounters."

"Discreet, being a socialite and all." Jane tried to hide a smirk.

Maura poked Jane in the ribs. "It's not so much my career that affects my relationships, but my verbosity and my ineptitude in social interactions."

"You don't seem to have any trouble with that around me," Jane pointed out. "Well, not the social part."

"Which is very unusual for me." Maura bit her lip for a moment. "I feel...different with you. Like I don't have to try so hard to say and do exactly the right things."

"Because there isn't a right or wrong thing. I just want you to be yourself. If that means you use a lot of big words and you're awkward, then so what?"

Maura felt a fluttering sensation in her stomach. She closed her eyes and smiled.

"You're also sexy." Jane slid her thigh between Maura's and gently rolled her onto her back, prompting Maura to reopen her eyes. She pressed a soft kiss to Maura's lips. "Brilliant." She pressed a few more kisses along Maura's jaw. "Educated."

A happy sigh escaped from Maura's lips as she felt Jane's breath on her ear and her eyes fluttered shut.

"And very, very good at anatomy."

"Doctors tend to be."

"Want me to show you again what I know about anatomy, Doctor?" Jane asked as she began to kiss down Maura's neck and chest.

"God, yes," came the breathy response.

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