Rizzoli & Isles – I certainly don't own them. I give a lot of credit to the people that do and thank them for letting me mess about with them for a bit. I suppose I do own the story and any odd characters my imagination creates

Sketched this out in my mind during a rather tedious event and decided to see what the first handful chapters fleshed out like. Expect the plot to stay surface level here and accuracy will be tenuous at best but hopefully you all will still enjoy.

I wanted to offer something a little lighter and more playful than what I've posted on here so far and it starts as T but if M rated writing bothers you please pay attention to the rating as I update, unlike my other efforts this is being posted as a work in progress.

Reminder – I edit my own work which is a risk for all of us ;)

Jane sat up and groaned a bit, raking a hand through tangled curls. Bleary eyed she analyzed the source of the irritating light. Somebody had opened the blinds in Maura Isles' guest room. That somebody was probably also the source of the warm coffee aroma floating through the air along with what she thought might be Bach over the sound system.

Rubbing her forehead she noticed the glass of water on the nightstand and gratefully sipped at it while she listened to the music break for a funding solicitation from WGBH for Classical New England. She decided that was her cue to move.

Jane resolutely swung both legs out of the bed and fighting the grip of sleep on her body, slowly dragged herself into the bathroom before following the beckoning call of coffee into the hallway.

Jane Rizzoli first thing in the morning was exceptionally amusing to one Doctor Maura Isles.

The object of her amusement was shuffling down the hall, hand holding her dark waves back from her forehead, pausing in the kitchen doorway to pull her hand out of her hair to give a little half wave on her way to the coffee.

Jane poured herself into the chair next to Maura at the island and sat there curled over her mug, sipping. Sip by sip she slowly sat up until she was alert enough to realize her hair was falling over her eyes and she blew at it in irritation.

As Jane started to sit up, Maura slipped her hand into her pocket and waited. The second she heard the irritated huff she held her hand out. She pinched her cheeks in a bit to keep back the smile, trying to look like she was reading the newspaper in front of her and failing miserably.

Maura's hand appeared in front of Jane's nose, a hair band dangling from her thumb and forefinger. Three twists later her hair was out of her face and Jane slid her gaze over and caught Maura staring at her out of the corners of her eyes, biting her lip trying not to laugh. Jane felt a smirk playing along her lips. "Morning Maura."

"Good Morning Jane." Maura turned in her chair to face Jane, leaning back a bit and crossing her legs.

Maura's shifting thighs parted her light blue silk robe over her legs and Jane followed the motion of toned calves sliding over knees and stopped at the defined quadriceps covered by matching silk shorts.

Jane realized she was staring at the intricate pattern of the lace on the bottom of the shorts, admiring the way it highlighted Maura's leg and quickly glanced up. Maura was watching her with a slight tilt to her head and she felt a warm flush crawl over her cheeks. Jane quickly grabbed both their coffee mugs and made her way back to the coffee pot. "When I saw the time I figured you'd be dressed for softball already, don't tell me the terminally punctual Doctor Isles overslept this morning."

Maura enjoyed watching the pleasant play of muscle over Jane's shoulders as she filled both mugs and carefully measured out sugar before she stirred cream into one of the cups. Shaking her head, she barely restrained her tongue when Jane cursed under her breath as the spoon slipped, clattering on the counter flicking a couple of drops of coffee up onto her white tank top.

"I can't die from punctuality so I can't be terminally punctual. Look out the window Jane, softball is cancelled."

"What?" Jane abandoned the mugs and leaned over the kitchen sink to stare out the window at the steady spring rain. "Awww damn it, I thought the 11pm news said this was holding off until tonight. Channel 5 weather sucks, I told you we should have checked Channel 7, I don't care if the female anchor makes poor fashion choices."

Jane's expression was positively baleful as she placed Maura's coffee in front of her before sitting back down. "Jane, I never said I didn't like Channel 7 because of what the anchor was wearing. I mentioned one time that Dee Warner should have rethought that horizontal, black and white, stripped shirt for use on air."

Maura pushed the rest of the newspaper towards Jane. "As far as why I prefer Channel 5 you know it's because Channel 7 has to sensationalize everything. I still haven't forgiven Warner for the Whitmaker case court coverage."

"Was that the one where she described your testimony as cold and calculated?" Jane flipped through the paper finally settling on the Metro section and noticing Maura seemed to be finished with the Headline News she pulled out Opinions and slid it over.

"Thank you." Maura flipped through looking for the page with The Podium. "No, that never bothers me. I'm supposed to be direct and unemotional." She spread the paper out as she sipped her coffee. "Whitmaker was when Channel 7 kept running the same story about our techs mishandling evidence long after we showed them that the date was logged into the computer incorrectly. The data entry was done by an intern that didn't understand that the original date was recorded the European style."

Jane nodded remembering how irate Maura had been over that. "Oh yes, March 6th compared to June 3rd and they tried to say your team messed up the chain of custody over that pair of bloody scissors right?"

Maura nodded looked up to see Jane staring mournfully at the window. She tapped her shoulder and pointed to an ad on the bottom of the page she was reading "Three Little Figs, in Somerville. I just saw them featured on TV Diner last week. I was thinking we could go out to breakfast when I read softball was cancelled. It's why I woke you up."

Jane studied the ad for a second. "Greek fusion made from locally procured, organic ingredients and a gourmet coffee bar, why yes it's like a made-for-Isles café." Jane gave a little snort "Okay, I'm in as long as I get to drive over."

"Acceptable, but only if you come to a full stop at every single stop sign, intersection and you don't attack the rotary like you have personal vendetta against traffic patterns." Jane whipped her head up to protest but Maura was ready for her, sitting there, legs crossed again and arms folded.

Jane sighed "Okay. Where is Jo anyhow? You'd think I'd at least get a morning hello from my own dog."

"She is probably still sleeping over by Bass. She likes his heat lamps. I already fed her." Maura stood up and stretched; ready to go start her morning routine.

Jane closed her eyes hard trying to remove the image of Maura's slightly parted robe revealing a slice of toned stomach as her arching stretch pulled her silk top up.

Maura noticed Jane's closed eyes and couldn't help her small knowing smile so she turned, not able to stop herself from teasing as she walked away as slow as possible.