So, this short one-shot was inspired by the sheer amount of fanfiction fodder Rizzles shippers got tonight on Rizzoli and Isles. I thought why the hell not? Let me know what you think. (Hopefully it's not too bad). #Gayzzoli forever. -Drachesoul
"I don't want him looking at me," Jane Rizzoli pouted, shooting a petulant glance at Maura's morgue technician, who was quietly shrugging off his clothes. "It's weird."
How Detective Jane Rizzoli ended up in these situations, she'd never know. Granted, she'd been through some pretty strange things over the last couple of years, but never in her life did she think she'd be standing in a room with Dr. Isles and her tech, about to strip.
"Jane, we've been ordered to take all of our clothes off, in case they got contaminated," Maura pointed out, nonchalantly reaching over her head to pull off her shirt. Jane's jaw hit the floor at her partner/girlfriend's brazen action.
"But—" Jane complained, looking for any possible way out of this situation. She beckoned Maura closer and leaned in to whisper in her ear. "I don't want him to see you naked, only I get to see you naked."
Yes, Jane admitted it, she was jealous of the now naked man that was pacing around the room that they had been confined to. She never really considered herself to be a possessive person, at least not until Maura. Besides, she didn't know how long her professional attitude would last when faced with a naked Dr. Isles.
Maura Isles, meanwhile, was trying her best not to laugh. She knew from the moment she had pressed the contamination alarm that something of this nature might end up occurring.
"You know he probably isn't into women, not with the way we were talking about fashion," Maura said, glancing around before unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor. She could almost hear Jane's resigned sigh and at the same time feel the other woman's eyes raking up and down her body. Jane thought she was being subtle, and Maura had no intention of letting her know that she was about as subtle as a hot pink tracksuit.
"Fine, but it's still really creepy," the taller woman concluded, hastily pulling off her shirt and throwing it into the sterile bag. "What are you doing?"
Maura was busy searching the back wall of the room, muttering to herself about contagions and possible symptoms of Ebola. Jane couldn't tear her eyes away from the doctor's body as she pressed a button and reached up to pull what looked like a showerhead from the ceiling.
"Where's the stall?" One look at Maura and Jane Rizzoli had her answer. Really? It was like there was some mystical force out there hell-bent on torturing her.
"No," Jane flat-out said. "Stripping down to my undergarments was enough Maura, now I have to get naked and take a shower in a glass-paneled room? With people watching?" She sounded desperate now, praying that there was something, anything she could do to avoid showering in front of the morgue technician.
"I doubt they are voyeurs, Jane. They have a more urgent task to attend to right now, like finding out what that poor woman died of and if we were exposed to it."
"Oh, I feel exposed all right," Jane grumbled, unbuttoning her pants. "Fine, let's just get this over with."
"That's the spirit. Now, are you going first or am I?" Maura shot Jane a saucy grin, knowing exactly what her partner would be feeling right now. "It's such a shame that we can't shower together, it would decrease the amount of water wasted." Okay, now she was up to something. Did Jane do something wrong?
"Damn it, Maura!" The man behind her jumped about a foot in the air in surprise. The irate brunette whirled around to address the unfortunate technician. "You are going to turn around and you are going to stay there until we're done or I swear by all that is unholy that I will shoot you in between the legs."
His face paled visibly, and he hastily turned around. "No problem, Detective."
God, that woman was going to be the death of her, she thought as her partner finished stripping and walked under the showerhead. "Stop staring at me, Jane," Maura called back over her shoulder. Okay, she was definitely up to something.
"I can't help it," she growled under her breath. "Ugh, I hate my life right now."