A/N wow... this is my first author's note... ok... I'll try not to bore you now I promise, but please keep reading... This piece is something that has been rattling around the ol' noggin for a while now and I've just now had the guts to publish it, so if you must heckle, please do so lovingly... :o)
There will be Rizzles, eventually, I promise!
Oh! And you probably guessed it, but it's true, I don't own these beautiful characters. Rizzoli and Isles are completely out of my hands in their creation, but I've decided to take them on a journey so please bear with me. They begin, as in the show, totally clueless, LOL! Though, I think you'll like where they end up...
Detective Jane Rizzoli woke up Monday morning with a jolt, it was completely dark in her room. Abruptly she remembered throwing a blanket over her alarm clock around 2:00am after staring at it for over two and a half hours. Confused and still breathing hard from her bad dream the dark haired woman groped for her cell phone to check the time. 4:45am. She groaned, knowing that she wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep and rolled off her bed onto the carpet below.
Padding into the bathroom she turned on the light. A glance in the mirror produced another groan. Her hair was wild and sticking every which way, her eyes were red and puffy, and she had the meanest dark circles under her eyes.
"Look like shit Rizzoli" she rasped to herself, voice still heavy with sleep. She wandered into the kitchen wondering briefly if she had anything to help her dark circles. Maura was sure to notice and she didn't want to worry her best friend.
As she walked to the kitchen her dog Jo Friday stirred on her doggy bed by the window. 'It's even too early for her, what is wrong with me?'
She opened the topmost kitchen cabinet, stretched to her full height, and grabbed the jar of instant coffee she had stored there. Some mornings Jane just couldn't wait for the coffee machine, and today was most definitely one of those mornings. Grabbing a coffee mug and filling it with water from the sink she thought of Maura reaction to her secret stash and smiled gently. Her best friend had particular tastes and instant coffee would never be good enough for her. Jane chuckled to herself as she waited for the microwave to heat the water enough and thought about the day to come.
It had been quiet lately at BPD, there hadn't been many new cases, and the ones that there were had been fairly straight forward. 'As straight-forward as murder gets' she thought to herself grinning sardonically when the microwave beeped.
Jane pulled out the mug and stirred in two heaping spoons of instant. Carrying the un-doctored cup back to her room she took a hesitant sip of the hot liquid and opened her closet with the other hand. Sighing and grabbing the only remaining clean suit Jane walked over to her dresser and set down her coffee. It was one of her nicer suits and she was loathed to ruin it at work, but it looked like today she didn't have much of a choice. Why hadn't she thought to do laundry the previous weekend?
'Oh yeah, Maura' she remembered to herself. The ME had taken up pretty much all her time. Friday night had been spent at the Robber, Jane offering the usual invitation to the young doctor, then there was the whole shopping fiasco on Saturday. Jane remembered with a smile at the time the two of them had, which quickly turned into a frown remembering the way the weekend had ended. Maura had a date. Sunday night, a school night, Jane had promptly pointed out, although Maura seemed to have taken that remark badly. Simply stating that she was obviously old enough to make her own decisions about what nights she decided to go out on.
Sighing, she pulled out some underwear and a bra, not even checking if they were even the same color. Then, she fished around her shirts for a moment... letting out yet another groan, Jane pulled out the one remaining shirt suitable for work in her drawer. With a death glare at her over flowing clothes hamper she laid her clothes on the bed and headed towards the shower.
30 minutes later Jane was dressed in her nicest black slacks putting on an honest to god pink shirt… She had no idea how she had ever come to even owning such a garment. Frowning she became instantly suspicious, she would never have purchased something this… ugh… Not that Jane didn't like to get dressed up, that wasn't it at all, when the occasion warranted she loved being feminine, pretty, even sexy. But work was not an occasion that warranted any of those things and even if it did pink on a homicide detective was just way too much. It reminded her of her old pink canopy bed at her mother's…
"Dammit Ma!" she exclaimed, to no one in particular, assuming that the only person who would try to get her to wear a shirt like this would be her mother. She was always trying to get Jane to dress more femininely.
'Cuz you never know when you might meet that perfect man, and you would want to look your best for that wouldn't you?' she heard her mother's words ring in her ears.
Wondering when her mother had the chance to sneak the shirt into her drawer she took a look in the mirror before she grabbed her jacket.
Jane stopped, frozen a moment, her toned arm halfway reaching for her jacket. She looked, well, she looked pretty good. The shirt, while not her usual style, fit her perfectly. The fabric seemed to hug her in all the right places and the front was cut in a low V, exposing more of her chest than she was used to, but not enough to be obscene. The cut was such that it showed off her toned shoulders and the fabric gathered high on her waist, giving her thin form the allusion of real curves. She pulled her suit jacket on and the loose fabric on the shirt seemed to flutter around her stomach like silk. The jacket fell to her hips and was well-tailored showing off the shirt underneath perfectly.
'Not too bad Rizzoli… You might even impress Maura with this outfit'
Thinking about her upscale friend's reaction with a small smile Jane Rizzoli grabbed her emergency laundry sack and stuffed as many dirty clothes in as would fit. She would need to drop them by the laundry on her way into the precinct or she would never make it through the week. As she made her way out the door she remembered the bakery next to the dry cleaners and decided to bring in some coffee and pastries for Korsack. He loved that place and he was always in there early…
Sergeant Detective Vincent Korsack sat at his desk alone in the department. He loved this time of the day. Before the hustle and bustle of murder came screaming through the halls the place was almost peaceful. He closed his eyes and took a moment, as he did almost every other day, and just enjoyed the quiet… only to have the peace be interrupted moments later.
"Asleep already Korsack?" Jane said with a smile handing the older man his coffee.
Opening his eyes Korsack mock-glared at his old partner and protégé,
"I was enjoying the peace and quiet, but I can clearly see that part of my day is long gone" he said with a wink as he reached for the offered drink. Reading the cup he instantly brightened "you went to Dorine's?"
Korsack immediately began shifting in his seat to try and get a glance at Jane's hands, searching…
Jane laughed and pulled a large brown paper bag around from behind her back. "Couldn't very well go to your favorite bakery without bringing you back a bran muffin now could I?" Jane said as she placed the bag in front of him, smirking.
Korsack frowned gravely before he caught the younger detective's expression. "Funny. Real funny Rizzoli, you know in my day we didn't joke around about such serious matters." He scolded.
"Yeah, yeah and in your day coffee cost a nickel and people still cranked their cars up to start them like real men." A voice came around from behind Jane.
The two turned to see Detective Barry Frost walking in, his own coffee in his hands, smiling at them.
"Hey!" Korsack whined trying to remember how nice it had been in here only moments ago. Then he remembered the brown paper bag and brightened significantly as he started to rummage through the delicious contents inside.
"You're here early." Jane remarked to her partner as he took a seat as his desk across the room.
"I could say the same thing about you, haven't seen you here this early in a long time." Frost replied glancing over at Korsack then immediately jumping out of his chair. "Is that Dorine's?" he almost squealed as he crossed the distance to his colleagues.
Laughing at her friends Jane said "you two are too easy to please. You know it doesn't pay to be so predictable all the time"
They both looked at her, taking in her appearance for the first time, Frost's jaw fell and Korsack just laughed pulling the bag away from his reach while he continued to agonize over his choice.
Frost finally found his voice "Wow… Jane, um… where did you get that shirt?! You got a hot date or something?" He joked, secretly hoping the answer would be 'no'. The dark skinned man had had a secret crush on his partner for a long while now, but never felt right making a move. He knew that he probably wouldn't ever get the chance, but it still made him feel better thinking she wasn't dressing up for another man.
Jane crossed her arms over her chest, put on her most intimidating stance and glared "can't a girl dress nice once in a while?"
"A girl can…" Korsack said around a mouthful of pastry chuckling to himself at his private joke.
"Haha Korsack." Jane said dryly.
"Let me guess" the older man continued, mouthful successfully swallowed, "you ran out of clothes and had to go by the cleaners this morning" he smirked and took a sip of Dorine's special brew.
Jane knew she was busted, that old man knew her better than anyone.
"As I recall, Korsack" she joked back "it was you who introduced me to Dorine's, remember that day you ripped your pants at that crime scene and we had to go by your cleaners for a new pair?"
Frost laughed loudly as he procured his own special treat from the bag. The three then sat down at their respective desks working at paperwork and cold cases as they had been all week.
A little while later their boss Lieutenant Cavenaugh came out of his office.
"Rizzoli!" he barked "You got a murder... It's a kid…" he paused grimacing, no murder was a good murder, but the children were the worst of them all. With a serious expression he continued "It's a messy one too..."
A/N: I guess this is where I get to explain that this isn't a Frost/Jane fic... Honestly, it isn't. I swear! Just that episode where Tommy and Frost were about to die and he expressed it, well I guess it's in my head now... Don't worry. It's Rizzles all the way... It's just gonna take a minute to get there... I hope you guys stick with it, I think it'll be worth it...
