I probably shouldn't be starting another fic, but I am anyway.
DISCLAIMER : I OWN NOTHING, except my crappy computer!
For Hazel
Thanks for getting me into this mess in the first place, without you I wouldn't be writing
The night sky is turning darker as the evening progresses. It's the middle of September which means it's starting to get darker earlier. The evening is by no means unpleasant, the weather in Boston has been fairly good so far, just a warm breeze as the evening draws in, not too cold. Jane puts her pen down as she finishes up the last of her paperwork, which means she can relax because she's not on call for the whole weekend. She grabs her jacket and turns off her desk light. She's the last one in the bullpen, as usual, because it's late on a Friday night and most people left early to be home with their families at the end of the week. She makes her way to the elevator, which is lit up, unlike the bullpen. For Jane it's not late, this is normal. She has no reason to go home early on a Friday, so she stays, so that more bad guys will be off the streets. However even she has to admit she needs a break now and again, and her Friday evenings are always spent at local bar where all the cops visit. Tonight though Jane's feeling a bit adventurous, maybe it's because it's been a long week, or maybe it's the prospect of not having to do anything all weekend. Whatever the reason she decides to take a trip to a place which was recommended to her by an old friend. It's a bit of drive but by no means is it far away. That is why Jane hops into her car and finds herself at a bar which is buzzing with mainly college students.
She's driven too far to go back now so she takes a seat at the corner of the bar and orders herself a beer. She heads to the bathroom and takes her hair out of its high ponytail before returning to her seat where her beer is waiting for her. The next couple of hours consist mostly of her getting hit on by college boys, and the occasional girl. She begins to think that Mandy sent her here because she hasn't dated in a while, or maybe it's because her daughter is looking at collages and Mandy just wants to know what kind of place this would be. Perhaps it's because she's had too much to drink, but then she realizes that it can't be, she's still only on her second beer. She downs the remainder of the glass and asks for a water, she does have to drive home after all.
That's when she walks in. She turns at the sound of clicking heels when she feels the light breeze, which hits her every time the door opens. Jane doesn't know her name, only that the way she walks is mesmerizing. The woman is standing in the doorway, scanning the room, presumably for somewhere to sit down. Jane figures that she must be around the same age as her. The sky high heels, which look like they must cost about a wholes years' salary for her, also indicate she isn't just some college kid looking to get wasted on a Friday night. The red dress she has on, which stops at the knees and the neckline reveals just enough flesh to be alluring, screams class. The first coherent thought she manages to form, whilst she watches the honey blonde curls of this woman bounce as she walks across the bar, is that she must be returning to school. Possibly because her rich husband is always away on business. The woman sits down across the bar and Jane can't help but stare, luckily for her the woman is too busy scanning the drinks list to notice. When she sees her raise an arm to call over the bartender and the strap of the woman's dress falls slightly, it sends a shiver down Jane's spine, it reveals her milky flesh and some of her cleavage which convinces Jane she just has to be a model for art class. After all someone with a body that gorgeous must be a model of some kind. I could walk across the bar and just talk to her; she's just another human being. When the bartender returns and passes her a glass of wine that's when Jane realizes that this woman is definitely high class. She looks around and finds that not a single one of these kids seems to be taking interest in this gorgeous woman, of course there has to be a reason. Jane stares intently at her hand. No ring, which means no husband and no fiancée. Perhaps she's famous, and no one dares to talk to her. Jane is still staring, but the woman still hasn't noticed, she seems to be focused on the bowl of peanuts which is sat on the countertop. This is where the idea that she is a hygiene inspector comes from. No, if she was she would make more of an effort to conceal her identity. For a few minutes Jane watches the way her honey blonde curls rise and fall as she breathes in and out. God who is this woman? She watches as she cautiously takes a nut out of the bowl and wipes it on a napkin before inspecting it more closely. She chuckles as the woman frowns before placing it into her mouth. Her hazel eyes scan the room and Jane immediately notes the wisdom present in her eyes. Still no one has tried to talk to her, Jane notes the fact it has been almost a half hour since this woman entered the bar. She's off limits for some reason unknown to her. She's forbidden fruit, and that makes her even more desirable in Jane's eyes. I'd like to taste her forbidden fruit. Jane licks her lips. Jesus Rizzoli, pull it together. But as she feels wetness beginning to pool between her legs she knows she can't control her desire. She knows she has to get out. Hastily she thrusts a few bills into the bartender's hand. "I'll just go and get your change for you."
"Keep it." She replies hurriedly and bolts out of the door as quickly as she can manage.
Thoughts? should I continue?