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Jane Rizzoli, you are the biggest ***** up ever to walk this earth!!

So, Maura says today that we’re going to work out, for me to teach her some self defence. We do that, all normal, nothing strange at all, then she says she wants a Frappuccino and next thing I know, I’m standing in the street! She said I couldn’t beat her in a race to that new coffee place, which of course I did! And then, I don’t know what came over me, she ran up to me and I kissed her. Now she’s left and I don’t know what the hell happened.

It was that feeling like when you’re standing on the top of a tall building or a cliff and there’s that bit of you that tells you to jump. Well, I jumped.
I have no god damned clue where I’ll land though!!

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Stepping from the show, Maura Isles dried herself before walking slowly to the bedroom, her usual need for decency and decorum lost in the wake Jane’s actions.

Absently she walked to the dresser, pulling open the drawer that Jane had taken as her own and slipping on the oversized football jersey that Jane usually slept in. Despite being regularly washed, it still smelt like the detective. She slid into fresh panties and a pair of Jane’s sweat socks and padded silently into the kitchen to pour herself a large glass of wine.

“Hey Bass.” She slipped slowly down the counter, sitting near the large tortoise as he chomped noisily on a plateful of strawberries.

“So, Jane kissed me today.” She told him, taking a sip from her glass and regarding the tortoise thoughtfully. “It was the adrenaline, testosterone, and endorphins, of course.” Bass looked up at her slowly, blinking a couple of times before dipping his head and snatching up another piece of fruit.

“Oh Bass.” Maura sighed sadly. “Her lips are so soft. If she only knew how long I’ve waited for that, to feel her take me in her arms and…” she sniffed loudly, momentarily startling Bass. “I should have told her, explained why I just left but Bass. I mean, how do you do that? How does one go about explaining the complex biological and chemical reactions, not to mention the interpersonal boundaries that I would be crossing?”