Title: Do Ya Thang
Chapter 1/?
Pairing: Maura/Jane
Rating: M eventually, K for now.
Disclaimer: Jane and Maura only belong to each other...and Tess...and TNT, but unfortunately, not me.
A/N: This is my first fanfic of any kind, and first time publishing anything. Rihanna's Talk That Talk album has really inspired me re: Rizzles. This fic is based off of the song "Do Ya Thang". I thought it would be nice to put a little more of Maura's POV out there.

I am hoping people will like this. Please please please review. I would appreciate any constructive critcism or suggestions you may have (as the whole idea is that it will be multiple chapters.
And finally, a huge thanks to the RAR to my KBecks pipermaruduchovny, for listening to my neurotic whining. I love you forever times five! Okay. Shutting up now! Sorry for the nervous rambling.

Here goes nothing:

They had danced around the issue for too long. That was the conclusion Maura Isles had reached in the shower this morning. She examined her relationship with Jane carefully as she went through her morning routine and made her way to work. Waiting for the curling iron to reach its necessary temperature, the doctor thought back to that telling night she had spent "working" at Merch. She had served Jane and her suspects their drinks for hours, intrigued by the back and forth between them, and by how easily her friend had seemed to slip into this particular role. The way that Jane's eyes seemed to never leave her, despite whatever conversation she may have been in, was what had confirmed her suspicions that the attraction was definitely mutual; that …and the fact that they had ended up kissing in her car afterwards.

"We ready to go, guys?"

Jane asks this question with an undertone of impatience lacing her voice as she leans against the doorframe of the lesbian bar's back room. Her "dates" had taken nearly two hours longer than she had guessed they might and she was ready to get home, or at least back to her own bar.

"Yeah, just about. Why? You wanna get back out there without the mic and cameras?" Frost cracks with a twinkle in his eye.

Korsak stands next to him chuckling but doesn't dare continue the joke, knowing how much it irks Jane to be taunted on anything even remotely in the area of this subject. He's not in the mood to be punched in stomach.

Jane still hasn't acknowledged the question, and Frost decides to keep it up.

"Have your eye on anyone special?"

"Sure seemed like you did, Rizzoli..." Korsak adds before he can stop himself.

The lithe raven-haired woman wears now her trademark "Really? Shut the fuck up." scowl, but still does not engage. Her mind, however, is racing. Had she really been staring at Maura so much that it was noticeable? Oh god. Had Maura noticed? Did Maura know she was interested in her? Shit.

"You two can go screw yourselves!" she says finally, and turns on the heel of a shoe that is much too high for her liking, but Maura insisted she wear. They were better than that frilly shirt/dress she had seemed so excited about at first. Jane could compromise. She told herself it was for the good of the rouse…but in the back of her mind the detective knew it was too bring that dazzling smile it had drawn to Maura's face, as well. "…Where is Maura, anyway? How long does it take to change?" Jane grumbles to herself as she pushes her way through the crowded bar, headed for the restroom.

The good doctor that had served as her own personal barmaid, enticing outfit and all, was unfortunately in the bathroom changing back into her street clothes. She peeled the corset from her body with a sigh, stepping out of it and then snatching it before it could hit the bacteria infested floor. She hung it from the hook that had been nailed to the back of the door by the halter strap and preceded to remove the matching skirt. It was then that she took in how little fabric the so-called uniform had actually consisted of. The realization made her feel brazen. She liked that feeling and the confidence it facilitated. Confidence did help to attract a mate, after all.

Maura bent down and pulled the pencil skit and patterned silk blouse from her oversized Berkin bag. Her nimble fingers had worked their way through half of the buttons on the blouse when she heard a familiar voice over the ruckus of the bar bathroom.

"Maura? Jesus! Did you fall in?"

"Jane? I….what? Of course not! Come over here!"

The honey blonde waves her hand out from one of the two handicapped stalls, above the horrible grey-blue barrier. This is certainly not what she would have chosen for her own establishment. But that was not that point right now.

Seeing the heels she had picked for Jane from under the door, Maura pondered whether to ask her come in or not. Best friends did that, right?

As Maura finished with her hair and make-up she pondered how she might bring this up to Jane. She was surprised that her feelings for the detective didn't make her uneasy in the slightest. Her hypothesis for the lack of fear was the friendship they had taken so long to cultivate a relationship that facilitated a deep and unwavering trust for the other person, made it easy for her to remain calm and composed as ever. Their friendship had certainly had its ups and downs, but they were in a good place now.

The Medical Examiner was ready to "make her move", as she remembered Frost encouraging her to do after she had confided in him while Jane had been in the bathroom once they got to The Dirty Robber for that beer Jane had wanted so badly on that fateful night. It wasn't necessarily something she would have normally done, but she was on bit of a high from her night undercover, overproduction of dopamine, and all that.

Maura returned her bathroom sink to the condition in which she had found it, turned off the light and closed the door. She grabbed her Berkin bag from the lounge that sat in the corner of her master bedroom, and double checked that the case files she had brought home on the previous night were tucked where she had left them. Noting that she had everything she needed, the doctor fed Bass and made her way to work. Yes, today would be the start of a very interesting journey, indeed.