Well, here goes nothing. My first attempt at this fiction mullarkey, so if it's a load of old panda poop blame my inexperience. If you like it and you fancy some more then let me know. If you don't, just don't be mean, I like to think I'm Jane but really I'm Maura. Oh, and unfortunately English IS my first language, so I'm using all the right words, but not necessarily in the right order. I adore Jane and Maura, and I hope I've kept them in character. if not, well, not much I can do about it really. Read on McDuffs.
don't own the characters, wish I did, but the story is all mine.
Detective Jane Rizzoli knew how to read people.
She knew how to observe them, knew instinctively what made them tick. She listened to her gut, and when her gut had given her the information she needed, she knew she had her man, or woman.
Her colleagues were mostly in awe of her ability to know when someone was being less than truthful, wished they had it too. An ability that meant her team at Homicide had the highest case clean-up record at Boston PD. But Jane didn't solve every case on her own; it was a team effort. Just because you know they're guilty you still need proof for a watertight case, still need to gather evidence, bring it all home. It was a natural ability, and not something she felt the need to brag or shout about. But, if she needed to, man, could she shout. And it would be a slow build to shouting if she was questioning a suspect. Start off as good cop, let the perp warm to her soft side, let him think the nice female detective is sympathetic to his plight, maybe believes his claims of innocence. And Detective Rizzoli would listen to her gut until she was absolutely sure of his guilt and then bad cop would slowly emerge.
As if her volume control was being cranked up, she would hit him with a succession of questions, facts, theories, more questions until the poor guy didn't know if he was coming or going. With her partner Frost playing the same game they'd give him enough just enough time to think about his answers-they wouldn't want his Attorney claiming he was under duress during questioning. And as she got louder the perp would become gradually quieter, unable to think quickly enough, backtracking desperately and knowing it was all but game over. And wishing he had been able to remember what lies he'd told, and to whom, and in what order.
'Hector Martinez, I'm arresting you for the murder of Amy Martinez'…
And to think he thought he stood any chance with the hot chick detective. Man, how did she do that?
Yes, Detective Jane Rizzoli knew how to read people.
If only her best friend could be as observant.
Doctor Maura Isles was downstairs in the morgue signing off the lab results for the Martinez case. It was nearing the end of her day and she would be glad to see the back of this one, it had been so frustrating, and for all involved it was finally over and done with. They had other cases ongoing, but for some reason this one seemed to have gotten everyone pumped up and she was looking forward to being able to relax and enjoy some drinks at The Robber tonight. Getting closure on a case was always rewarding, but Amy Martinez had deserved more than that.
Maura was so relieved when Jane and Frost finally got the proof they needed to charge Amy's husband with her murder. And that proof came from Maura. A tiny fragment of wood found embedded in Amy's skull during the autopsy, almost so small that Maura wondered if they would actually get anything from it. But her team came up trumps and managed to trace it to a particular type of wood used to make a particular type of baseball bat that one Hector Martinez had used to cave in his wife's skull. They had been married for just five months. He said she had looked at his brother the wrong way. He tried to pin it on his brother. Amy was eighteen weeks pregnant. Two lives snuffed out in a couple of minutes, two families devastated. And Hector had used his nephews' baseball bat.
Jane and Frost had both been moved to tears when they got the confession, and when Jane the badass Detective had run down to the morgue to tell Maura the good news she was still a little sniffly. ''We got him Maur, we got him…and I hope he rots in hell for what he did to Amy.'' She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and pulled the Medical Examiner in for a long, gentle hug, and Maura started to tear up a little as she felt Jane's arms around her and the relief in her voice. They moved apart and Jane saw the tears, she found a tissue and gently dabbed Maura's eyes. The intimacy wasn't lost on Jane, who instantly felt uncomfortable. '' I .er, wouldn't want you to smudge your mascara Maur'' she said, hoping that would suffice. God, being a badass detective was easy, but being in love with your best friend was so damn hard. Oh god. Did I say that out loud? Oh God.
''It's okay Jane, I know how you feel'' You do? Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. '' You do?''
'' Of course I do, this case has been hard for all of us, it's only natural that we need to let out all the tension that's built up.'' Jane gave a half smile. Oh, thank God.'' I for one could use a drink'' Maura continued, '' how about we all head over to the Robber tonight if you've not made plans already? '' Hopefully?
''Nope, no plans, that'd be good'' don't drink too much Rizzoli. Jane's stomach suddenly let out an incredibly long, loud growl. ''Jeez, that was loud enough to wake the dead'' she chuckled. Maura gave her a raised eyebrow look that really didn't need an answer as they were standing in the morgue, but Jane thought she'd plough on anyway. ''Inappropriate…yeah… sorry… homicide humor, the old ones are the best ones. Or not. Man, I'm tired and hungry, and hungry Jane is never a good thing. Let's get going soon Maura, I could kill for a burger…oh God… see there I go again…c'mon, if I don't eat soon I'll start gnawing at that chair leg and saying god knows what. I'll go round up the menfolk, you finish up here and we'll all mosey on out together. There's a beer out there with my name on it…and maybe it has a friend for you Maura'' And with a wink at her best friend, Jane walked out and headed back upstairs.
As she waited for the elevator she started to think and, sighed heavily. Oh Rizzoli, when exactly did you start thinking of Maura as someone more than a friend? Has it always been like this, you've just never noticed before now? Oh of course you've noticed Jane, who are kidding? You've always been a little in love with her, you've just been in denial. It's safer in denial isn't it? If you don't think about it then it isn't true, and if it isn't true, then it must be a lie. And if it's a lie then why am I having this conversation in my head? With myself! Oh God, face it, I love Maura, I'm in love with Maura. Oh God…
For a lapsed Catholic she sure was using the God word a lot, let's try a different word. Shit. Shit. Out loud now. ''SHIT!''
As she said it the elevator doors finally opened - OK God, you're messing with me here, now you send me a sign? Inside was someone whom Jane really did not want to see right now. ''Sister Winifred, how nice to see you'' She smiled at the woman through gritted teeth. ''I thought you'd have left for the day''
Sister Winifred smiled saint-like at Jane - who felt the sudden urge to stand up straight and push her shoulders back - and replied ''God doesn't work nine to five Miss Rizzoli, and neither do I''
''Mm, well then I'd better not hold you up any longer Sister. Have a good night.''
''Goodnight Miss Rizzoli.'' Jane exited the elevator muttering to herself ''Detective, it's DETECTIVE Rizzoli, Jesus, how many times?
Back in the morgue Maura smiled to herself as she thought how nice it is to have so many friends at BPD, something she never seemed to manage anywhere else. She grew up alone, her parents being away so often, and she never really collected friends, just bugs and plants and bones for examining and learning from. There wasn't much that Maura Isles didn't know, but interacting with people was something she didn't always know how to do. She wasn't a natural socialiser, couldn't read people, it took a long time for Maura to connect with anyone. Not like Jane. Jane who just seems to understand people and how they work. Like she understands me. Maura knows the theory, Jane puts it into practice. But I get Jane too.
Her time at BPD has helped her overcome so much, and she feels like part of a family now, and her colleagues are now her friends. And of course she's also part of Jane's family too, Angela, Jane's mother would be more surprised not to see Maura and Jane together and she considers Maura a second daughter. Maura also hosts the Rizzoli family dinners on Sundays, as her house is bigger than Maura's guest house Angela lives in.
Sometimes Maura could just burst from how lucky she really is.
Her friendship with Jane had become the most important part of it. She couldn't imagine her not in her life, although Jane's propensity ( and not inconsiderable talent it must be said ) for almost killing herself seemed to challenge that idea. Losing Jane is not an option. Oh God, never.
Maura had travelled the world, had grown used to a life of wealth and privilege , she could give up work tomorrow and devote her life to charity, or her Mothers galleries or any number of things. But no, she chooses a life of murder and blood and hateful crimes. She does it because it is a vocation, as much as nursing or the priesthood are vocations. She's also damn proud of the work she does, and she'll admit that she's damn good at it too. Damn right she is! She can speak for the dead, give them justice for what happened to them. And with Jane and Frost and Korsak, they do make quite the team.
Of course it's mostly Jane really. My Jane. Badass Jane who's soft in the middle when she lets you see inside. She doesn't let many in. In fact, now you come to think of it, it's really only you. You spend more time with her than her actual family does. But she feels like your family, warm, comforting, she feels like home.
Maura tidied her desk, popped her head round the lab door to speak to Susie Chang who was on for the late shift. ''We're off to the Robber Susie, hope you have a quiet night.''
''Goodnighr Doctor Isles, have fun'' Susie replied smiling. Hard to believe Dr Isles was known as Queen of the Dead….Detective Rizzoli must be rubbing off on her…and she had a little chuckle to herself ….about time.
Well, that's the first, I think it'll get better as time goes on. I know where it's headed and I hope you'll be happy with the outcome. Also, a big thank you to looksthesame, who encouraged me to give it a go. She's an awesome writer, go check her out... See you at Chapter 2.