This is just an AU oneshot that sprang into my mind a while ago. I wrote it, forgot about it, found it, and decided to post it. It might become an AU story, but I highly doubt it.
I do not own Rizzoli & Isles and I therefore make no money off writing these things. I just do it for teh lolz.
This wasn't the usual hangout for Detective Jane Rizzoli. Usually way out of her price range, it was as black-tie as a pub could get while still serving Guinness. A far cry from the Dirty Robber, Jane had decided to reward herself by donning her nicest pantsuit, swiping on some mascara, and sweeping her hair into a messy updo after closing a particularly difficult case.
It had seemed like a great idea while she was getting dressed: go, have a beer (she could only afford one at this place), and hope some handsome guy offered to buy the next couple rounds. But now that she was here it seemed like a mistake. She felt underdressed, and no one seemed to notice the quiet woman in the corner, too involved in their own business at their tables with views.
Dr. Maura Isles decided to get into the role she was going to have to play indefinitely, starting at 9 tomorrow morning. As the new medical examiner for the Boston Police Department, she couldn't be the same woman she was just a few months ago in med school. There her bisexuality was hot, made her popular among her peers. Well, as popular as one could be when constantly spewing fact and aspiring to "dissect dead people."
But the police department was different. It was already a boy's club, let alone a place accepting of different sexualities. She'd be fetishized- the guys would see her as a possible third of a threesome instead of as a highly professional colleague. No one would take her seriously. So starting tomorrow, she would be straight.
It wouldn't be too terrible; it's not like she was going to have to pretend to be interested in someone she's not remotely attracted to. She liked guys. So... masculine. But women were a different thing entirely. Sex with men was exciting, exhilarating. But with women it was so much more passionate and loving. More personal, in a way. It wasn't just about getting off; it was about getting her off. It wasn't the more selfish "once he's done it's over" of being with a man. But this is what she'd get for the next... well, a while.
Too bad, really. It would be great to snag a policewoman. Honorable, brave, strong... Not to mention the physical qualities it would require to take down a big, burly perp.
Maura began to fantasize about being with such a woman. A woman like the one in the corner over there. Tall, thin. But being well versed in human anatomy, Maura could tell the strength hidden in those limbs. Then the long, curly dark brown hair held loosely by a few Bobby pins, messy yet elegant. It was just calling out to be touched. Maura envisioned herself gently letting it out of the updo, watching it cascade over the slim shoulders. Running her fingers through the beautiful locks, gently kissing the thin lips that were now frowning at her, staring into the dark eyes currently glaring...
Oh shit. She'd seen her. She was essentially checking out a woman, and this woman wasn't too happy about it. Probably defensive. Maura knew the type. She knew she had the urges, but because of her upbringing or religion, acting upon the urges was out of the question. But then she'd see another woman eyeing her and assume that woman could see that she had the potential to 'sin' and would get angry, projecting her anger over her possible orientation onto any hapless woman who happened to be interested.
But this was odd. Maura wasn't used to this. Usually she simply frowned, scowled, or occasionally flipped the bird and then went back to what she was doing. But this woman... What was she doing? A smug smile, reaching for her belt...
Jane hadn't used this on a woman before, but it usually worked on men. And this woman was acting just like many men had before, though she was staring much less covertly. Jane took a second to appraise the woman. She was somewhat small in stature, though she had three-inch heels that looked very expensive. She had a general air of importance, of intelligence, and of money. The woman was beautiful, and Jane couldn't help but feel a little flattered that someone of such high society would be interested in working-class her. But never one to be impressed by affluence, Jane reached for her shield.
That bit of brass was always her answer to unwanted attention. Men were either scared off by the strong personality and independence of the typical policewoman or undeterred, excited by the prospect of handcuffs. And Jane knew how to handle the S&M freaks. But she didn't really know how to handle this woman, so she used her general tactic and hoped it would work.
Maura was puzzled. The woman had reached for a badge. All this proved to the doctor was that her policewoman fantasy was validated. It was a strange mating tactic she hadn't encountered before. Perhaps it was a way of showing status, like the feathers of a peacock. Well, if that was it, Maura knew how to respond.
Jane watched, bemused, as her pursuer dug in her designer handbag for a moment. Then, with a curious expression, the stranger presented a badge of her own. Jane laughed out loud, attracting the attention of a few nearby patrons. A bit embarrassed, she blushed and gestured the woman over.
Maura was still confused, but pleased. Evidently her response had been the appropriate one. She had elicited laughter, even. She could only hope the laughter was with her, not at her, as she gathered her purse and went to join the woman.
Jane watched as the stranger, still looking bemused, strolled over. With the woman no longer hiding behind a table, she had a great view. Her heels clicked gently as she made her way over, lithely weaving her way towards the bar. She somehow managed to make a grey pencil skirt look almost casual with a loose, flow-ey lavender blouse that shimmered in the dim lighting. Somehow Jane was caught up, mesmerized in watching her walk and was in a bit of a haze as the bartender asked "Another round?"
When Jane didn't respond immediately Maura stepped in. "I've got it. Another of... that for her and I'd like..."
Jane watched the perfectly glossed lips as the woman ordered something French and no doubt expensive.
She finally snapped out of it when the other woman received her wine and turned to her with a curious smile. Ever the smooth one, Jane said "So you've got a badge too, huh? Let me see that."
The woman held out the laminated card and Jane examined it with a suave smile.
"So, Doctor Maura Isles, medical examiner for the Boston P.D. How are you this fine evening?"
Maura was still perplexed by this woman's behavior. However, she recognized that she was in a compromised position; the woman knew her name but she didn't know hers.
"Not so fast. You still haven't introduced yourself, officer." She said with what she hoped was a flirtatious smile. She knew she couldn't be with this woman, what with her job and all, but a bit of innocent flirting couldn't hurt, could it?
"DetectiveJane Rizzoli, Boston Police Department at your service, ma'am." Jane stuck out her hand, which Maura shook. The detective was surprised at the firmness of the smaller woman's handshake. The ME was somewhat taken aback by the friendly glint in the lanky woman's eyes and the softness of her hand.
"Pleased to meet you, Detective Rizzoli. Do you come here often?"
"Well, Doctor Isles, you can call me Jane. And no I don't; it's a little out of my price range. The police department doesn't exactly pay top dollar." A wry smirk played at her lips.
Maura smiled benevolently. "Please Jane, it's Maura."
Feedback is appreciated. Even if you hated it. Especially if you hated it; critiques only help me evolve as a writer.
Just don't review to try to tell me bisexuality or lesbianism is wrong. If you're homophobic, honey, you're in the wrong fandom.
