Disclaimer: I do not own Rizzoli and Isles. Those rights belong to TNT, Tess Gerrtisen, and Janet Tamaro and probably more people. I also don't own Contagion.
"Hey Maura, did you get more of my beer?" Jane shouted from inside the fridge. Rummaging past British strawberries and Greek yogurt, Jane continued to search the fridge hoping that there was at least one more beer in there.
"Oh, no Jane. I must have forgot." Maura continued to stand serenely at the counter chopping vegetables for her salad. Jane pulled her head out of the fridge and looked askance at the doctor's back. She never forgets. She's too meticulous. I mean she has lists for her lists. Maybe she didn't get them on purpose? Nah, she wouldn't do that. 'Sides she would have went all vasowhatever if she'd not gotten them on purpose then told me she forgot.
"Damn. Alright. I'll bring some more over tomorrow. Are you sure you don't want any pizza?" Jane knew that Maura had been pushing her to eat a little healthier lately, but she'd not fought Jane on ordering pizza tonight, instead she'd just pulled the makings for a salad out of the fridge and told Jane to order a pizza if she wanted. Come to think of it she hasn't fought me on anything lately. She didn't say nothin' when I ordered that bacon burger yesterday, or when I had mac 'n' cheese for breakfast. And she'd been too damn polite today. I mean, she's always polite but she's been so…pleasant with me today. But not in the normal Maura way…Maybe she's mad at me? But what the hell did I do? I gotta figure this out. "Hey, is it my turn to pick out the movie tonight?"
"No," Maura stated as she began to pick at her salad, "but you can pick if you want. I haven't really looked for anything to watch lately." Maura gave Jane a small, tight lipped smile and went back to her salad.
"So…we can watch that new Contagion movie?" Ha, she'll hate that. Actiony and guaranteed to be full of incorrect science stuff. She'll roll her eyes and go into detail about how a virus whatever couldn't do that to the human body and that it'd take like two weeks to infect a person and the time line for the movie doesn't fit…blah, blah, blah.
"Sure, Jane. If that's what you want. We can go over to the couch now if you want to go ahead and start watching it." Jane narrowed her eyes at Maura. The creepy Stepford Wife smile was still in place as Maura picked up her salad bowl and glass of wine and moved to the couch. Fuck. Something's definitely wrong. She never lets me eat pizza on the couch. Not since the Pepperoni Incident of '08. And not a single peep over my movie choice. Fuck Rizzoli, you should be enjoying this. Carpe Diem and whatever. Yea, but it's not natural. She's got to be pissed with me or something. What'd that TV shink say, passive-aggressive retaliation?
"Jane, are you coming?" Jane put a few slices of pizza on a plate and poured her soda from the can into a glass. No fucking way I'm going to screw this up. If she's already pissed with me she'll kill me if I make a mess. Some say whipped, I say self-preservation. Jane made her way over to the couch and sat down in her regular spot. They both began eating and started the movie.
Jane kept casting sly glances at Maura. She appeared to be watching the movie but Jane couldn't tell if she was actually paying attention. A furrow of concentration had formed between Maura's perfectly arched eyebrows. Either she's trying really hard not to say anything about the movie or she's thinking about whatever it is that has her so mad at me. Either way I don't think it's a good thing. Ok, Rizzoli. What the fuck did you do?
Maura stood up from the couch and gathered their dishes. "As…enlightening as this movie has been I think I'm going to go to bed. It's been a long day." Jane scrambled up to help Maura put stuff away, a look of sheer panic on her face. Shit, Rizzoli, think! Stall tactics hurry!
"You won't at least finish the movie with me?" Where the hell did that whiney voice come from? "You really heading to bed?"
"Yes, I think so. This week has been…draining…I am in need of some good rest. The spare bedroom is set up for you." Without another word Maura walked back into her bedroom to get ready for bed. Jane stood shell shocked in the kitchen. Shit! Fuck! She never goes to bed without me…we always go together…not together together…but…whatever. We always go to bed at the same time. Shit. What the fuck did I do? And the spare bedroom? I haven't slept there since…well…I can't remember the last time. Jane began pacing in the kitchen, unable to figure out what to do. Pacing faster Jane didn't hear Bass slide into the kitchen intent on his night time snack.
"Fuck! Bass! Stupid turtle!" Jane sat up in the floor and leaned back against the kitchen cabinets. She began rubbing her chin where the skin had broken a little after her fall. "What the fuck did I do?" Rubbing the little bit of blood from her chin onto her old BPD shirt, Jane continued to sit in the kitchen floor trying to think of anything that could have pissed Maura off so bad. Leaning her head back and turning her face towards the ceiling Jane closed her eyes, what did I do?