Happily Ever After (?)

Chapter 1: Going Down

Rating: T for language, might go up in later chapters.
Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: Hey there. I know it's taken forever (writer's block sucks!), but here's the sequel to 'And you don't wanna sleep with me'. It's set a few hours after the last chapter of that fic. Angela and Frankie Rizzoli already know that Jane and Maura are together, but the last thing we've heard from Frost and Korsak was the two of them discussing ways of making a match between Maura and Jane. Korsak suggested to 'make Rizzoli jealous', to which Frost replied that he 'kinda' liked his balls...

Everything written in between ** is texting.

"Jane, are you aware that your desk is upstairs?"

"Yep."

"Then why are you going down to the morgue with me?"

"..."

"Jane?"

"Huh?... Sorry. I was thinkin' about stuff that's kinda inappropriate for this place."

Dr Maura Isles crossed the elevator floor in two steps, standing as close to Jane Rizzoli as possible without actually touching the Detective, and tilted her head to the side. "Did this 'inappropriate stuff', involve a certain blonde M.E.?"

"Oh yeah..." came the drawn out reply. "You were far less clothed, though."

The blonde M.E. in question couldn't stop her breath from hitching a bit, but she called herself to order: We've agreed not to have intercourse at work! However, we didn't say anything about teasing each other. "You know, I'd offer a cough drop to anyone else croaking like that-"

"Hey, I don't croak!"

"-but I know exactly what it means when your voice gets even deeper and huskier than it usually is..."

Jane's voice did just that and her eyes seemed to turn a darker shade of brown. "So what does it mean, Dr Isles?"

"That you want to act upon those inappropriate thoughts of yours"- Maura stood up on her tiptoes and whispered into Jane's ear- "Right. Now... Detective."

Hell yeah, I do, and I don't fuckin' care we're at work.

"Language."

Whoops, seems like I said that out loud. "Sorry Maur. But really, we better change topic or I'm gonna do something I might regret later. Uh, it's not like I don't like... doing that with you, just not inside an elevator at work."

"That is called sex," Maura couldn't help but point out before taking half a step back (her brain tended not to work properly in such close proximity to her girlfriend). "So why aren't you sitting at your desk yet?"

Jane let out a sigh and absentmindedly rubbed the scar in the center of her right palm. "Frost and Korsak. I'm nervous about how they'll react to the news."

"Based on what you told me about your mother's inability to keep a secret and Sergeant Korsak's habit of stopping by at the café nearly every morning before work, it's quite possible that your coworkers alreday know about us."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, but... can you come with me anyway?" Realizing the double meaning of her question, Jane quickly clarified, "Uhm, I mean, can you come upstairs with me and, I dunno, stomp on their toes with those heels of yours if they make some stupid remark?"

"Jane, these are my new Jimmy Choo heels, I'm not going to stomp on anyone's toes with them... Oh, you were joking. Just let me hang my coat in my office, then I'm coming upstairs with you." With one last flirtatious wink, Maura exited the elevator and made her way towards her office. Jane watched until her girlfriend was out of sight before pressing the button for the second floor. Here we go.

Homicide Squad Room

"... so I told her I was a Homicide Detective..."

"Hey guys, who're you talkin' about?"

"Oh, hi Jane. I was telling Korsak 'bout this new neighbor of mine."

"She's a psychotherapist," Sergeant Detective Vince Korsak snorted. "I think computer kid should hook up with her, maybe she can talk him into not vomitin' over dead bodies anymore?"

"Very funny, Korsak. She treats people who have hippo... monster... somethin'... phobia."

The click-clack of heels on the floor announced Maura's arrival. "Do you mean hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliaphobia, Detective?"

Frost blinked a few times. "Uh, could you say that again doc? A bit slower perhaps?"

"Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliaphobia. Fear of long words."

Korsak's eyebrows went up into his hairline: "How can ya be scared of long words?"

"Oh, there are several unusual irrational fears, such as pognophobia- fear of beards-" (Korsak touched his hairy chin and frowned)-, "barophobia- fear of gravity- or arachibutyrophobia- fear of peanut butter getting stuck to the roof of one's mouth. By the way, I hope none of you suffers from homophobia- fear or disapproval of..."

"Thanks Google, we all know what it means," Jane cut her talkative girlfriend off. Really subtle way of bringin' that topic up Maur!... Oh what the hell. "Uhm... Maura just asked 'cause... we're together now. Like, 'more than just friends', together, ya know?"

It took Barry Frost a few seconds to understand his colleague's ramblings, but then he smiled. "About time. Korsak and I were already discussin' ways of making a match between the two of you."

"Really? I'd love to hear 'bout your ideas..."

Frost was saved from having to answer by Jane's brother Frankie walking into the room and announcing that a man had been found dead in an underground parking lot.

Homicide Squad Room, a few hours later

Jane's phone buzzed. So Maura's already found somethin'? Gee, that was quick... oh. The message on the screen had indeed been sent by one Dr Maura Isles, but its content wasn't work-related. At all.

*What exactly were you thinking about in the elevator earlier today?*

Jane stared at her phone like it had just grown legs. Jeez Maura, you can't send me texts like that at work!

"Janie? You ok?"

Crap, did I say that out loud? I hope not... "Yeah Korsak, I'm fine. And stop callin' me Janie."

"Sorry." Korsak resumed reading the file on his desk. Jane made sure Frost was busy as well before texting Maura back.

*I was nervous bout how Frost & Korsak were gonna react 2 the news*

Less than 30 seconds passed before Jane's phone buzzed again.

*I meant before that. The 'inappropriate stuff', as you called it.*

Oh yeah? Well, two can play this game.

*Here's somethin' 2 keep that big brain of yours occupied 4 some time*

*Think bout the different meanings of the words 'going down' ;)*

Jane hit the 'Send' button, realizing too late that now she herself wouldn't be able to focus on police work either. Damn, I have to get outta here. "Guys, I'm gonna check on Maura."

Korsak chuckled. "Don't forget to lock the door."

Jane's only response was to glare at him- the kind of glare she normally directed at particularily uncooperative suspects. "I wanna check if she's found somethin' that could help us solvin' this case, you perv."

"If you say so..." But Jane couldn't hear the older Detective anymore, for she was already inside the elevator. Going down to the morgue to check on Maura. Not goin' down on Maura, damnit!

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