Name: KittyGetAwayFromTheBlanket
Title: I Should Be The Only One
Disclaimer: I Don't own them.. I own nothing, just my own muse at play.
Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles
Pairing: Jane R/Maura I
Rating: M to be safe
Summary: Jane is the most daring person Maura has ever met, if only her feelings were just that, but Maura doesn't worry - Jane will come around eventually, sooner than later.

A/N:

"Thank you, that's very kind," a voice of honey floated above the crowd in the cafe, catching the attention of only one over intrigued-onlooker.

"Oh!" The person exclaimed, chuckling heartily. "Maura," a short response, then more, "I know, really - that's very kind. Oh, Thank you I.." Polite responses were given to each unheard question.

A few clattering dishes traipsed past an eavesdropper, currently who's head bobbed from side to side, trying to catch the response of the strapping man standing cockily across from her best friend, Maura Isles. Frankly her vantage point sucked, why the fuck was the cafe so busy now anyway? A hand shoved roughly from the lengthy sleeve of a jacket was pulled up, turned over so a watch could be found. Noon?! Who eats at noon anyway! Really. People should be at work! Doing their damn jobs an..

Look at this clown, ..his Calvin Klein ..Jacket and fancy silky dress-shirt, what are you? Mr. Trying too hard? A snort emitted from the patron, choosing to ignore the fact the ensemble they wore was only identical - but a feminine cut, and almost exactly the same colours.

Another laugh caused her jaw to jut outward, her cheekbones extending beyond their usual pronounced position as white teeth met a battered bottom lip, her teeth clenching inadvertently. A few more words were heard, on in particular really causing her ears to burn.

"..Oh, Jane and I are..." Another resounding echo of dishes clattering around her. Dark eyes remained focused on the 'happy couple' across from her, too annoyed to pay any attention to the cafes owner, Stanley, and too pissed off to head him attention and strangle him for being unable to carry dishes - like that of a trained monkey could do. She's seen it - on You Tube, and some National Discovery channel Maura made her watch one night.

Dark curls were shoved harshly behind red hears, any vantage point, any upper hand - just to hear the reply. What is Maura taking so long for? Who the hell is this guy? What's so funny she just HAS to smile like that, c'mon Maura! Jesus! Your drinks getting cold! Eyes darted to the said-cup, steam still heavily coating the surrounding air. Her watch bearing hand was turned over again, the slight scar in the middle stretched and flexed as impatient digits drummed incessantly on the table below. What the? Number? Buddy, you don't have the balls,..

Her Blonde friend gave another demure smile, extended her hand and reached for..

-The fuck?

An unidentified piece of paper, and stuffed it into an open clutch, closing it slowly before giving one last smile as she walked away, back to the jittery companion at their usual coffee table, and boy - did she not look pleased.
Maura felt bad for making Jane wait - but to be honest, she loved spending time with her friend - and cherished every minute, but every minute was becoming a challenge as her unrequited feelings were becoming harder to handle. She knew Jane had feelings for her - how could she not? Jane's eyes were almost always trained on her, especially when she thought Maura herself was not paying attention. But she was, oh she was, which is why she took lots of care in assembling each and every outfit, to accentuate and elongate her best assets.

Which was one of the reasons when she went to pay for their order, and Gregory approached her, she didn't shoo him away, she needed a small sense of fulfillment - someone to want her - to need her, to appreciate all that went into dolling herself up, and it wasn't necessarily to make her friend Jane jealous, per say,.. but Maura was frankly just tired of trying to get Jane to open up, and confide in her feelings. Which is why Maura didn't reject his advances when the conversation ensued. (Nothing overly overt or personal, just polite chit-chat, and small exchanges of menial information).

The fact that her best friend - the top Homicide Detective seemed to notice the exchange - her eyes burning with questions, and self-entitlement, caused Maura to smirk to herself. She couldn't help it, a knee-jerk reaction. Jane was steaming, a pout mingled with a frown - like a lion starved for its dinner, only to see it taken hostage by another predator. That was Jane's expression - predatory.

Closing the space to her table Maura simply rested her Jeweled Satan Prada clutch on the table, pulled her chair out slightly and sat down, back straight and legs crossing elegantly over one-another. All the while Brown eyes bore a hole through her. She said nothing, reached out and took a dainty sip of her coffee, smiling slightly behind the rim.

Fireworks exploded behind Jane's eyes.

TBC?

I wanna give a heads up.. Everyone should know by now from my various disclaimers I don't always finish what I start.. so I can't promise anything.. So enjoy this - it MAY be a one shot, maybe a continuation,,..