A/N: Rizzoli and Isles, how this show has a masochistic upper hand over moi all thanks to ze LLBFF's known as Jane and Maura who I like to write as LL's with a giant gay sign on BFF because they would make an awesome couple, and because... because I can!

Disclaimer: Disclaimed.

Summary: Maura's losing patience and scientific reasoning, Jane's just Jane, Angela realizes she has no match-making skills whatsoever, and Tommy's checkmated twice by his older sister.

Chapter 1: Patience

Maura had been very patient.

Patience was a virtue she most likely thinks she developed from benign neglect of her parents and taking care of an African spurred tortoise from a young age. Patience was why she was so good at her job of analyzing and understanding deceased corpses, and it often gave her a psychological edge over other people when she interacted with them.

Getting to know Jane was hard, but totally worth it. Maura had been patient to get to really know who Jane Rizzoli was, and Jane had in turn had patiently gotten to know Maura so well that Maura could lose all pretences around the taller woman and just be 'Maura Isles' without thinking twice or hiding what she felt.

Another person had never made her feel so happy, and that was the start of falling in love.

They had a natural affinity to each other that Maura had never experienced with a human before, a connection unique like DNA. Sometimes she romanticized that it was equivalent to the notion of soul mates, even though she was rational enough to know that theory hadn't been scientifically proved... it still made her blush and allow herself silly hope.

This was a problem because Maura Isles just did not believe in fate, but Jane believed it and now Maura was starting to believe Jane.

Maura liked reading books once in awhile where a woman was passionately loved by a thrilling object of their infatuation and clothes were thrown and bodies taken, where romance was all attraction and excitement and arousing. Jane was all of that but more importantly she was more than that. She was comfort and security, she was comrade and family, she was the key to Maura's happiness.

Maura felt they would be great together – like the Taoist philosophy of yin yang, like the way her Jimmy Choos caressed her feet, or like sutures in a skull. They just needed to cross that line, and Maura was ninety-eight percent (or so) sure that Jane was her life-long relationship. She was also pretty darn sure Jane's confidence would present itself in the bedroom when given a chance.

Then again, how could one be sure about something like this? That, she reasons, is probably why she waited. She waited to make any moves on Jane so that she could slowly and patiently collaborate data to strengthen her hypothesis and inevitably prove it.

While her heart said to take the chance, her brain said to wait. That of itself was an easy decision for her because hearts can't speak and brains are meant for thinking.

Maura said that to Jane once, after Jane explained that her heart was telling her "that guy didn't do it" even though there was some incriminating evidence Maura had found. Jane's response was "yeah, Maura, but your brain doesn't work without your heart."

The circulatory system's failure meant certain death. A human could survive in a vegetative state as long as their ventricles pumped blood through their veins. So logically, Jane had a point.

She had known Jane for two years, two years of moments that made them best friends and two years of toeing around their feelings that made them more than friends.

Maura had been very patient.

Then, unfortunately, Jane shot herself – even got a medal for it. Her body was in a coma for a week and then she was awake and complaining for a month in the hospital. Maura hardly remembers what happened until Jane woke up and mumbled nonsense from morphine influence, because that was the only moment that really mattered to her brain (and that was linked to heart, of course).

With Jane alive as if nothing had happened, reality was thrust in Maura's face. She had to stop toeing around her feelings because one more moment of being near Jane and knowing they would be so amazing without doing anything about it was one more moment wasted. Again.

Understandably, she knew Jane had barely been out of the hospital a week and still had difficulty with sudden pain from her scar tissue. Maura didn't want to make advances when Jane's psychological state might make her vulnerable, that could compromise the truth of Jane's feelings for her. So this time she had to wait out of necessity instead of research (cowardice).

Patience was getting very, very difficult to put things mildly.

Especially when Jane was pouting about not being let back on duty yet with adorableness similar to Bass, and when Maura's sexual needs started messing with her body. Maura wanted to be angry at Jane, but it was hard because Jane had dimples that were always raising Maura's blood pressure, and Jane had a model's body that really needed someone's (Maura's) appreciation.

Then, suddenly, Jane was back on duty and the precinct was brand new like the incident never happened. Like gunfire and dead cops were just a nightmare.

Maura had been very patient, but that was before Jane almost died and before Dr. Morgan told her that Jane wasn't going to reopen her wounds as they had healed "splendidly". Jane was okay, albeit still sore. Maura had kept herself up to date with all of Jane's medical files to be sure. Maura was very certain that any residual pain was correlated to a psychological one because she knew Jane and that was Jane's only weakness: her penchant for bottling up all emotions to not appear weak. She should point out the irony of this to Jane soon.

There was no reason to be patient when Jane finally got the green light from her psychologist and was already forcing herself back on cases because otherwise her energies would be wasted on television shopping for cool gadgets and sportscenter news while she smacked her punch-dummy around for good measure. Maura was baffled that a stay-at-home Jane had a messy apartment while a work-all-day Jane kept a clean and dust-free apartment.

Maura was starting to get impatient, but at the same time she was looking for reasons to drag out her modes of action. A scientist does what a scientist must, and a lover does what a lover must.

So she started with small considered insinuations:

Showing bits of skin here and there...

'Maura, pull up your shirt! Jeez, some perv is going to get an eyeful.'

Accidentally letting Jane see her towel drop...

'Gah sorry, sorry! I didn't see anything I swear!'

'Jane, it's only a female body, nothing you haven't seen before – unless I'm missing something?'

'Just – you know what, I'm going to go have a beer! And stop laughing!'

Accidentally giving Jane a hand towel that one time that was obviously not large enough...

'Uh... Maura!'

'Yes, Jane?'

'You gave me a hand towel.'

'Oh, my mistake.'

'...'

'...'

'You could've knocked!'

'You could have locked the door. Here is a larger towel.'

Then she started to get daring:

Dropping her pen and then making sure Jane was situated at a tangible angle when she bent over to pick it up...

Jane drooled.

Sitting on Jane's desk with shorter skirts...

Jane's eyes bulged.

Sniffling tears so Jane would cradle her and cuddle her in comfort...

'Shhh, sweetie. I'm here... really Maura, they're just shoes.'

Bossing Jane around more to trigger emotions that would hopefully help her in the long-run when Jane would get frustrated and yell sexily because frustration was always a good invitation for lusty thoughts...

'Maura, no! Just no! I'm taking you home and that's that!'

Maura drooled.

...and she even gave Jane a small flu from someone's contaminated tissue so that she could play doctor for a whole week in some of her sexiest outfits yet.

Her results weren't good enough.

Jane wasn't responding as planned, Frost and Korsak saw what Maura was trying to do and sent strange smiles that showed facial signs of 'recognition' towards her actions, and Maura was starting to become a sexually frustrated and agitated woman which was then starting to present itself in her increased appetite and need for rigorous exercise.

Watching pornography didn't help like the catalogue declared it would.

Ian showed up, and finally things were getting somewhere. He scratched some of her itches and he provoked some jealousy in Jane. While Jane had been jealous of Maura's men before, she felt honestly threatened by Ian's appearance and even investigated him .Maura was upset that Jane hadn't admitted her jealousy but she would take what she could get at this point.

In the end, he hurt Maura's feelings as well by digging up old memories and triggering her abandonment issues, but Jane was there to soothe her and it was all worth it, confirming her feelings even more (not that Maura needed confirmation at this point, unless it was Jane declaring her undying love).

Enough was enough. A woman in love does what a woman in love must.

So finally, Maura decided to go for the gold, something she knew Jane would just not stand by to. She flirted with Jane's youngest brother -the cute and charming Tommy Rizzoli. She wasn't remotely interested in a man with alcoholic tendencies and a history of driving a car into a priest, but he was a border Jane wouldn't let Maura cross and Maura was okay with playing dirty to get the girl.

She had been accurate in anticipating Jane's reaction with a result of Jane telling her, with the fastest reaction time yet, "don't sleep with my brother."

Maura wasn't going to, but she grated Jane just a bit – purposely using compliments regarding Tommy's long bones, hoping Jane could connect the number of times Maura had pointed out how exquisite Jane's long bones were and why she was acting the immature way that she was. Maura was hoping Jane would be using her long bones just as she fantasized.

Jane's sexual frustration was starting to show, and in Maura's opinion, that was what the 'Sensitive Training' would not help out with. Then again, they were all frustrated that Patrick Doyle was killing again.

She had half a mind to pull Jane into the janitor's closet outside her office that day (because the black shirt Jane wore that day?) to ease both of their obvious frustrations.

Toying with Tommy and knowing Jane should be off work soon to stop by and see them playing chess again was as good a plan as any but instead of Jane it was Patrick Doyle who showed up with a gunshot wound in his clavicle, holding her hostage to tend to his wounds. Sometimes, she really hated him. She knew he loved her in his own weird way even though he frightened her, but she had feared for Tommy's life more than her own, so she patched him up and made him feel bad about it.

Jane didn't stop by like she said she would because she was investigating a shooting, but when she realised Doyle had been shot and most likely gone to Maura's... Maura felt all of those fears wash away at the sight of Jane and her gun (and her black shirt) jumping through the wrecked door.

Her saviour, once again, in more than one way.

Jane didn't give her much emotional attention after making sure she was physically okay until they figured out who killed Melissa, but when it was all said and done, she checkmated Tommy and Maura knew it was time she got over herself and went for what she wanted – that beautiful mind.

Maura was done being patient, her heart wasn't down with patient and neither was her brain.

It was a nice, sunny day. They cut out from work early to grab lunch at Maura's.

"Jane?"

Jane stops talking and frowns at Maura's interruption. "Yeah?"

"We should be fine."

"Fine for what?" Jane looks guarded, like she thinks Maura is going to make her do something she doesn't want to do but will do anyways because Maura wants her to do it. Hopefully it was not another crack of dawn run, one day she had to learn to say 'no' to those.

"To have sex, of course," Maura tells her. She figured out that the only variables missing from their relationship were sex and exclusiveness but they treaded very close to exclusive so ultimately it was sex that was missing.

Jane's jaw is slack. She's speechless. She usually had an answer for things but... this was an exception. Because Maura had said 'we' and then 'sex' and the two together fried her brain.

"Mau-"

Maura cuts her off with a kiss.

"This should get you in her good graces," Angela smiled at her youngest boy as she watched him handle a bunch of tools from the car. Her Tommy was cleaning up his act, becoming the man she knew he was.

He also had a crush on Dr. Isles who had graciously let both Angela and Tommy sleep in her guesthouse, and Angela had most certainly seen some flirting between her son and the beautiful doctor.

She even tried to put her own detective skills to use and asked Maura what she thought of dating younger men. The Chief Medical Examiner's reply was something along the lines of being open to it, and then a lengthy description of ideal physical attributes and mannerisms and some words Angela didn't exactly understand.

But Tommy had 'exquisitely long bones' according to the doctor, so he was a prospective choice. Angela wasn't born yesterday, she knew when 'playing chess' was foreplay and when it wasn't.

Jane hadn't liked it, but Jane was still giving Tommy a hard time and she probably always would. She had to in her own way, Angela knew that. Being the oldest had always made her the most responsible. Often more responsible than Angela and Frank, not that Angela would admit it out loud.

Jane had helped their family though tough times, becoming a grown up before Angela could blink and Angela knew it was her daughter and her daughter's influence on Frankie that had the two of them become children the neighbourhood was proud of. She didn't think she was a bad parent or anything, but that influence was something Tommy had always lacked. Then again, at least Tommy didn't pick up a noble profession that could kill him one day.

Sometimes she just wished Jane and Tommy would get along, their sibling rivalry was heartbreaking more than it was amusing.

Jane offered her money after the divorce, even intended to put her up in an apartment Frankie found. She would have none of that though- that was money they needed for the future and she wasn't old enough to depend on them just yet. Ever since the divorce it felt like life was starting over again and she loved her new lease on life, she had always had lingering regrets about marrying too early. Jane was probably going to have regrets for marrying too late, but Angela was still working on setting up her daughter to prevent that.

Maura offered her minimum rent for the guest house, it was a nice exchange and she still got to be close to her kids without feeling like she couldn't take care of herself. She wanted that for Tommy.

Hopefully Tommy's idea to fix up some of the problems he had noticed in Maura's house would show he was helpful to Jane's best friend and ease some of that sibling tension. And hopefully Tommy may be on his way to dating a Doctor! At the very least, she knew it was a way of saying 'thank you' to Maura – that girl really was such a sweetheart and her entrance into Jane's life had helped Angela's daughter after that sicko stuck scalpels in Janie's hands and stalked her. Maura was even a big factor of getting Tommy to think about picking up his father's business, a pretty girl sometimes gave guys the best motivations.

They entered with their keys from the backdoor, coming over from the guest house. Angela had some fresh cookies she wanted to leave on Maura's kitchen counter and she also wanted to make sure Tommy didn't break anything during his sweet gesture of fixing things. Maura wasn't home at this time, always at work like Jane, but Angela was sure that the woman would appreciate their sentiments.

Poor girl was neglected by her parents, Angela felt like Maura just needed some loving.

Tommy had just closed the door behind them when they heard a muffled cry, jousting her from her thoughts.

Alert and curious and thinking the worst, Tommy and Angela rushed forward into the bungalow to see if someone was hurt.

That was a mistake.

Their jaws dropped in shock at the sight of Dr. Maura Isles bouncing in sexual pleasure on the couch, straddling whoever had their feet dangling off the end of the couch. Tommy felt hurt and betrayed, he had thought they had a connection and there Maura was, with someone. Angela covered her mouth just after a gasp slipped out and Maura stopped what she was doing, her dress's straps hanging off of her shoulders. Angela felt equally embarrassed when she saw the girl's shocked eyes and felt very guilty for walking in. Her heart hurt for Tommy when she saw his face.

Just when she thought things couldn't get worse, she realised who Dr. Isles was doing the undignified bouncy-couch with.

Maura felt her cheeks burn up in embarrassment but she seemed to have forgotten that Jane Rizzoli's fingers were still inside of her so when the detective tried to sit up to see why Maura stopped with a face of 'oh crap!', Maura involuntarily moaned from the sudden movement while pressing her nails in a squeeze against Jane's breasts and then grabbing her around the shoulders to hide her face in Jane's neck.

Jane winced, that was going to leave a mark on her boobs for sure. Her complaint died in her throat when she saw her Ma and her brother staring in utter disbelief.

"What the hell!"Jane spluttered. "G-Get out!"

Angela squeaked and rushed out while Tommy felt his hurt double at the face revealed. Of all the people that could have been fucking with Dr. Isles, that hurt him the most for reasons lingering since his childhood. He rushed out after his mother.

Jane groaned when the backdoor slammed shut, likewise slamming her body back down against the length of the couch. "Oh my god! That is so embarrassing! You let them come into your house like that – I didn't know they could just walk in here!"

"No I-I don't," Maura tried to say through pleasure, now grabbing Jane's shoulders and rocking. "They must... have... I smell cookies... ... uhn, Jane! Your phalanges! Yes..."

Maura was finding it hard to speak intelligibly.

Jane realised what was going on and shook her head, "Maura, you're kidding me! We just got walked in on by my Ma and my brother! And you-"

Maura cut her off with a kiss and sped up her hip movements, hoping Jane would forget about everything except the two of them, and hopefully she would resume doing that thing with her thumb and that other thing where she rotated her carpus just so.

It wasn't practical to think about Tommy and Angela right now, Maura reasoned.

"Uhn-mmm!" She felt herself arch up, her body eager for the pleasure that was to come. "Yes, Jane, yes!"

Jane let out a soft moan as Maura nipped her ear, the Doctor's hands undoing her belt buckle. Although Jane had wanted this for so long, she gripped the wrists to stop their advances.

Even with the love of her life, there were times when she just would –could- not have sex.

Like having the face of your Ma after she caught you doing it with your breast—best, she meant to think best!- friend flash before your eyes and turn you off. Like that.

"Maura, wait."

"What, are you nervous? Though my female to male lovers ratio is approximately one to ten, I'm quite confident that I can perform to please you... you're not having regrets are you?"

" Maura, no! Okay, maybe I'm nervous but just – we just got walked in on! By my Ma!"

"And your brother, yes. It was a little embarrassing but we're all adults. Just relax and then you'll feel aroused within a few minutes, I'm sure... doctor's guarantee." she trailed off with a sultry end and resumed her previous actions a bit too eagerly.

"My mother lives in your guesthouse!" Jane grabbed her wrists again. "So does my brother for that matter! If I stay here they're going to know that we're..." she lowered her voice and spoke out the corner of her mouth, "doing it."

Maura scrunched her forehead in confusion but mostly in exasperation. She had needs too, Jane could complain about this later. "Jane, they saw us. I'm sure they know exactly what it is we're doing in here."

"Can we just go to my apartment? I don't think I ever want to leave it after that spectacle. I think I'll just crawl in a hole and die."

Maura understood the detective was being overdramatic so she didn't comment on Jane's choice of dying. "Can we still have sex in this hole of yours?"

Jane stared at her. "You're serious? Are you like the freakin' energizer bunny or what?"

"I don't understand that reference but the admiration in your eyes is conflicted by shock so I'll take it as a compliment... and yes, I am very serious." Maura was starting to glare, so Jane made up her mind quickly. With a sigh she stood up and tugged Maura with her to the car.

"That is the most victorious I've ever felt in my life," Maura declared out loud, gasping for air to catch her breath.

Jane panted heavily next to her, staring at the ceiling of her bedroom with wide, blissful eyes. "Victorious? What am I, some kind of battle you won?"

Her joke wasn't met with a laugh, only a sigh of utter relief as Maura said, "you have no idea. The things I went through just to get your sexual attention... really Jane, you couldn't possibly have been that oblivious to my advances."

Jane lifted her arm to invite Maura for a cuddle, confused with what Maura said as the doctor nestled against her chest and let out a content sigh. Their naked forms pressed as close as possible and Jane used her free arm to tuck her duvet up higher around them.

"Your advances? Are we talking about the water spill on my shirt?"

"That was an accident." Maura giggled. "Think about how I acted around you seven months ago compared to five months ago and then compared to two months ago, and if you must, compared to now as well."

Jane was silent and thinking about it as Maura suggested, trying to ignore Maura's fingers that started drawing an anatomically correct heart where Jane's heart would be underneath her skin and bone.

"Oh." Jane gasped in realisation and turned her head to regard Maura before Maura could finish making an aorta. "The towel thing? You totally tried to check me out! And yeah, you've been more touchy feely lately... you felt me up at the movie we saw last week."

"Actually, I really was searching for my phone that time, it slipped in the couch cushion." Maura giggled and turned her neck to start sucking above Jane's clavicle.

"Mmm..." Jane hummed and hugged Maura closer, her thin yet robust arms enveloping Maura in an embrace unlike anything Maura had felt before. "You're so sneaky..."

Maura started a slow ascent with her lips, pecking and nibbling wet kisses to Jane's jaw.

"I can brag about this," Jane said with a large, smug grin.

"So can I," Maura mirrored the smirk, nuzzled Jane's nose with a goofy laugh and decided it was a good point in time as any to initiate another thundering kiss.

This time, Jane didn't test her patience and got right to the point of things.