Disclaimer: I don't own these fabulous ladies. I only wish I did.

"Really? Another one? Didn't you just get back from one?" Jane Rizzoli was sat at her desk, her legs propped up and arms crossed over her chest. "I mean, Maur, I thought we were going to go to the game together this weekend."

Dr. Maura Isles was cleaning the trash from Jane's desk. Three cups, some burger wraps and a multitude of napkins laid sprawled out across the detective's work domain. It reminded her of the time after Jane had shot herself; how her apartment had been a mess. Maura tried to push that thought to the back of her head. She and Jane had spoken briefly about the incident, but never in-depth. Jane had no idea how afraid Maura had been of losing her. How she'd only slept with Byron because she couldn't stand to be alone. She had needed someone to be there for her, and if she couldn't have Jane, well, he'd been the one to save her detective. "We were, Jane, but I've been asked by a colleague to whom I owe a favor. I need to go speak in New York this weekend. I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you."

Jane was, honestly, a little more caught up in what the doctor was wearing. A pencil skirt and what Jane figured to be some Jimmy Choos along with a nice button up blouse that exposed some of Maura's cleavage as she bent over her to grab some more trash.

Jane sucked in a large amount of air and let it all out as she gently grabbed Maura's wrist to stop her, afraid she'd give in to some of those urges if she didn't get Maura out of extremely close proximity soon. "I hate it when you clean my space and you know it." She scowled as she thought Maura's words over. "This colleague better not be another 'close friend.'" Jane air quoted to make her point.

Maura huffed in return. "He's not. He's married… to a man." Ever since Ian, Jane had been more wary of Maura's interactions with male colleagues. A part of her was extremely pleased the detective was so curious, so possessive. Yet, sometimes it was a little much. All those questions.

"Oh." Jane sat up and fought the urge to pull Maura into her lap as the doctor continued to finish cleaning off her desk. "Well, fine, enjoy your medical conference then."

Maura ignored Jane's harsh tone as she looked over at the detective, a small smile escaping her lips. "I'm sure I'll learn plenty of new things."

"Oh goody." Jane rolled her eyes. "Who am I gonna take with me Saturday?"

"Frankie, Barry, Tommy. Pick one."

Jane sighed and played with her ponytail. "All right."

Maura bent over and placed her hands on the arms of Jane's desk, giving her a fantastic view of her breasts. "I promise I'll do something, anything you want to do when I get back." She smiled as she noticed the detective's eyes flash to her cleavage and back to her face. Just like at Merch.

Jane swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. "Uh, yeah, okay."

Maura nodded once and headed off towards the elevator, her heels clicking against the floor. "Don't forget dinner tonight."

Sitting at Maura's kitchen island, Jane poked at her dinner with her fork. Maura had made her pasta, not a pasta dish she'd ever had before or likely ever would without the medical examiner's influence, but a pasta dish none the less. Buckwheat pasta with summer squash, tomatoes and ricotta to be exact.

Maura set a glass of white wine in front of Jane and sat next to her. "Is everything all right, Jane? You haven't really touched your food. Do you not like it?"

Jane glanced over at her friend's face, seeing the slightly hurt look she tried to mask. "No, no, it's not that. I'm just not that hungry." And I'm going to miss you while you're in New York City, just for a weekend, which makes me a little pathetic. God, I'm needy.

Maura tilted her head and took a sip of wine. "You haven't eaten all day. You need some nutrition. Eating only once a day is already bad enough. It slows your metabolism, leaving you with less energy, which is probably why you seem more sluggish."

Jane rolled her eyes and stabbed a piece of squash. "Thank you, Dr. Smartypants. I am not sluggish."

Maura nodded. "But you are. Your movements are very slow and you've just been staring at your food. Unless… you have something on your mind. You tend to be very quiet and closed off when you do."

Jane took the cup of wine in her hand, raising it to her lips for a little taste. The doctor did have impeccable taste. It was sweet and satisfying, just like Jane imagined Maura would be. She quickly shook the thought from her head and focused again on the conversation at hand. "I, uh, um, I'm just thinking about this weekend. The game is going to be awesome and you're going to miss it. It may even be the best game of the year." She glanced over to the doctor whose hazel eyes were studying her closely. "What? Are you a psychologist now too?"

Maura sighed. "No, of course not. It's in your body language. And, Jane, I highly doubt it'll be the best game of the year. They're just playing the Braves."

"Yeah, well, whatever."

"That's hardly a strong argument."

"Oh my God, Maura. Come on and cut me some slack. If you'd rather hang out with your fellow science nerds in the homeland of the Yankees' scum be my guest."

Maura pursed her lips together and turned her attention to her food. She began to eat in silence, feeling Jane's eyes on her, and finished her first glass of wine off rather quickly. As she got up to get another Jane spoke again.

"Hey, Maur, I'm sorry. Thanks for making dinner. It is good."

Maura nodded. "Of course, Jane. I always enjoy cooking for you." She stood at the counter and poured another glass, unaware of Jane's eyes running down her back, over her firm behind and curved hips down to her heels. She turned and leaned against the counter. "If you're not going to eat anymore I could put it into a container for you."

Jane averted her eyes and nodded. "Yeah, that'd be great. I'll eat it tomorrow for lunch."

Maura gave a quick bounce of her head and turned to grab a container from one of her cabinets. She walked up next to Jane and set her glass of wine down, picking up Jane's plate and discarding its contents into the plastic box. "Would you like to watch a movie? I picked up a couple from the rental store I thought you'd enjoy."

Jane watched those perfectly manicured fingers as Maura took care of her food. "Uh, yeah. That sounds good." Her eyes made their way up to Maura's and the medical examiner gave her a brilliant smile.

"They're setting on the mantle near the TV screen. Your pick." She began to clean up when Jane grabbed her hand, Maura's heart beginning to beat a little faster.

"Hey, I'll help with the dishes." Jane stared at their hands for a moment and then let go of the medical examiner and stood.

Maura let out the breath she'd been holding. "It's okay, Jane. Go ahead and get the movie started. I'll just put these plates in the sink and do dishes in the morning."

"All right." Jane headed over to look at the movies: "Drive Angry" and "Chronicle." Maura understand Jane's affinity for action movies well. She grabbed "Chronicle" and popped it in, plopping down on the couch.

Soon enough, Maura was next her, their thighs touching. Jane could smell the ME's perfume and feel her heat. It'd been more difficult lately not to notice Maura. The way she moved, the way she smelled, the way she looked. It made an army of butterflies form in Jane's stomach sometimes.

They watched in silence, despite Maura's burning desire to throw in commentary about how there was no possible scientific way for many of the events in the movie to occur. Jane failed to actually 'watch' most of the movie. She kept her eyes on Maura a good chunk of the time, watching the doctor tilt her head and open her mouth to speak just to clamp it shut. It was adorable.

As the movie rolled on, it started to pour outside, the wind picking up and a blast of thunder sounding. A lightning strike lit up Maura's darkened home and she glanced over at her detective friend. Jane was squeezing her hands into fists and then flexing her fingers. Maura knew her hands hurt when it stormed and pulled one onto her lap to massage the scar tissue. Jane let out a small groan in return.

"Have they been hurting all day?"

Jane rubbed her brow with her free hand. "Most of it. I could feel the rain hours before it hit."

Maura nodded and focused all of her attention on Jane's hand, rubbing muscle and tendons. She had noticed Jane's long fingers a long ago and often wondered what they would feel like inside of her, bringing her to pleasure. Then she'd remember that her friend was straight. Although she had caught Jane staring a few times.

She must have gotten a little carried away with those fingers and lingered because she soon felt Jane squirming. Maura looked up at her friend who seemed uncomfortable and felt her pull away. "Jane, I still have your other hand to do."

"Uh, no, it's alright. I should get going, Maur, it's getting late." Jane stood and Maura felt a little panicked. Had she done something wrong?

"I thought you were going to stay the night?" The doctor got up and followed Jane as she walked over to the counter to grab her car keys.

"Um, well, you need to get up early to get ready for that conference and I'd rather sleep during that time period, so I'll just go ahead and head home." Jane spun to face Maura and saw the disappointed look on her face. "Hey, we'll have another movie night when you get back."

Maura gave a small smile. "Of course." Jane headed for the door and Maura gently reached out to grab her arm. "I'd rather go to that game with you this weekend, Jane. I really would."

Jane smiled big, dimples and all. "I'll see you in a few days, Maur. Have a good trip."

And with that, Jane Rizzoli was gone.

The trip to New York had been a lonely one. The conference's first day didn't start until noon, but it took a little over four hours to drive there and Maura didn't want to rush. So, she had left in her Prius at 6 a.m. She'd listened to a CD Jane had burnt her the whole way there, the brunette detective on her mind the entire time.

She wondered if her friend really was going to miss her any. Maura imagined the lack of her presence wouldn't ruin something like baseball for Jane, but the detective had been on edge about her not attending. She knew that she was probably just reading too much into their little spat, but Jane seemed genuinely upset that Maura had chosen to come to New York rather than spend time with her.

Would Jane freak out if she knew Maura was in love with her? That was the question at the forefront of the medical examiner's mind about 90 percent of the time they were alone together.

But Jane was complex.

The detective had been worried that Maura would have a male suitor in New York. Why? Yet she had pulled away when Maura had touched her intimately. And it hadn't even been that intimate. Suggestive maybe.

Maura wanted to make a move, but she didn't want to ruin a friendship with the woman who mattered most to her. She needed more solid evidence from Jane before she could take any sort of chance.

Maura checked into the hotel and got situated before she headed out for a bite to eat. Once the conference day started, she didn't want to miss a thing. She sat in a café alone eating a turkey club and salad when she heard her phone go off. Upon pulling it out and reading the message she couldn't help but smile.

"Hey, Maur. By now u should be in NY. Let me kno if u made it ok. Work will b dull w/o u :) - J"

She hated text speak, but loved that Jane had been thinking of her and immediately responded. She finished up her meal shortly later and headed over to the conference center to check in.

She had just signed in when she heard a familiar voice calling her name. Maura glanced around the large room and moved in the general direction of the voice, soon enough spotting a blonde head of curls headed her way.

She smiled widely as the other girl stopped just feet from her. "Arizona Robbins."

The bubbly doctor gave a big grin as she looked the ME over. "Maura Isles. You still look fantastic."

Maura then found herself in a tight hug with her med school companion, her very first girlfriend, and suddenly the weekend seemed to get just a little bit better.