AU: Inspired by Jill Hennessy's song 'Erin'. Jane meets a stripper.
Disclaimer: I have nothing to do with Jill Hennessy or Rizzoli & Isles other then being big fans of both!
Chapter 1
Jane Rizzoli ran her hands down her face as she sighed. It had been an extremely long day to round out an extremely long week. All she wanted was a few shots of whiskey chased by a few beers.
"Hey Rizzoli, we are headed out to the Robber. You in?" Her partner Barry Frost asked as he entered the squad room.
"Nope. Count me out. I am not in a Robber mood tonight."
"Come on? After a week like this, you've got to be dying for a drink."
"I am but not from the Robber. I am going to head out by myself tonight." She said as she grabbed her bag and jacket.
"You sure?"
"Positive." She told him a little too firmly.
"Alright, be safe. See you Monday."
Half and hour later Jane found herself sitting at the bar of The Candy Store a dirty strip club in the heart of Charlestown. Her sexuality was no secret to those at the precinct but she preferred to keep her private life out of the office; so when she went out to places like this she made sure it was by herself. The Candy Store was her secret hideaway where she could come and get a drink, chat with the bartender Maxine whom she had formed a friendship with over the years, and admire the beautiful bodies of the women on stage. She always kept her distance though. She let the creepy low lives in the suits get the close up views as they slobbered over the dancers.
"Hey Rizzoli." Max said as Jane pulled up her usual stool. "The usual?"
"Make it two shots to start off with Max." Jane said with a sigh.
"Long day?" Max asked.
"Long week." Jane confirmed. She didn't hesitate throwing back each shot as the bartender placed them in front of her. She chased it with a bottle of beer. She slammed back half the bottle in one pull before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Woah. Pace yourself there tiger. I don't want to have to drag you home again."
Jane smirked at the thought. Max had dragged her ass home on two other occasions after she had gotten herself wasted beyond the point of coherency. "I promised you last time Max. It won't happen again."
"All right. You be a good girl. I will be back in a second."
As Max turned to help other customers Jane turned her attention to the stage. Multiple half naked dancers were flaunting themselves across the stage. Jane had been coming to this club long enough to meet most of them. She picked out the ones that she knew and the ones that she recognized when one woman in particular caught her attention. Jane knew that she had never seen her before.
The woman had striking green eyes with platinum blonde hair falling down her back. Jane couldn't be sure but she would put money on the fact that that was not the woman's real hair but that she was wearing a wig. She was probably the only one in the club to take notice. Everyone else was most likely fixated on the woman's amazing body. Perfect breasts, which she would swear were natural, above a tight stomach that was attached the the most amazing pair of legs she had ever seen. Jane never understood how those women could dance in such high heels but this woman was quite possibly the sexiest thing she had ever seen in her 5 inch stilettos.
"You're drooling Rizzoli." Max broke the detective out of her trance.
"I am not." she stammered.
Max chuckled, "I have never seen you get so hung up on one of the girls."
"She's beautiful. Who is she? I have never seen her before."
"That's Erin," Max told her as she wiped down the bar around Jane, "She just started last week."
Jane stood, "Hold my stool." And slowly made her way up to the stage. She didn't usually do this but there was something about this woman - she just had to get a closer look.
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