Territorial
Rated M- Excessive Language, Adult Content…Possibly some Hankey Pankey..we will see ;-)
Not My Characters, just my story.
My First Fic!
Enjoy!
Every Friday, for the past 6 months, Jane and Maura would meet the rest of the team at The Robber after work. They would sit in their usual booth and share the week's events or talk about the latest case, or make fun of Korsak's inevitable love for cute kitten videos on the web. And like clockwork, while the drinking and socializing continued, no one would notice Maura leaving the booth until it was too late. Maura was only trying to be nice and order the next round for the crew. Jane knew when Maura swayed her hips from the booth to the bar top she wasn't trying to be sexy. No, Jane knew, Maura oozed sex but it was never intentional. It was just Maura.
Unfortunately, the half cocked slobs at the bar always seemed to think it was ok to make a move. Like Maura was doing it all for them. The half smile that revealed her dimples ever so slightly and the bedroom eyes looking left to right as she passed. One fool always had enough drink in him to think he was entitled to a shot with the exquisite woman crossing the bar. And that's when Jane would lock in on her target.
In the beginning, Jane would not realize the ME was missing until she heard a commotion at the bar. Noticing the empty seat next to her, she would automatically think that the uproar somehow involved her friend and would immediately head toward the loud voices without hesitation. There, she would find Maura and a man. The man would either have her by the arm or be pushed up against her and uncomfortably close. That's when Jane would see red and charge. Fists flying and grunts and growls being exchanged. Jane would turn into a wild animal protecting what was hers. Even if Maura would only ever consider her as a friend, she was still worth fighting for.
The fights would usually end with Jane bruised and bloody while the other guy was lying somewhere in the bar equally bloody and unconscious. Then Maura would take the injured and inebriated mess of a woman home to tend to her wounds and give her a good talking to about her behavior.
Now, Jane had it down to a science. She was ready for action every Friday. Looking for the fights before there was even a reason for one. The night would start out like it always did but Jane knew the second Maura would leave. She would scan the bar with her blurry vision created by her much needed buzz and would wait for Maura to be far enough before she got up and would start to follow. As soon as Maura would reach the bar top, Jane would scan the area once more and wait….
1….2…3…4…5
Within 5 seconds, a brave (stupid and drunk BUT brave) soul would stagger in Maura's general direction and Jane's gut would take over. Pouncing like a predator, the poor drunk bastards never saw it coming. Jane would reach them before they even said 'Hi' to Maura.
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(later that evening)
Maura busted through the front door of her home as Jane angrily trailed behind her.
"I don't understand why it always has to come down to you having the biggest testicles in the bar Jane! Honestly!" Maura huffed as she threw her keys on the counter, not stopping her rapid dance through the kitchen until she reached the freezer.
"Because Maura you insist everyone just wants to be your friend when in all reality they just wanna Fuck!"
"Language Jane! I don't believe that statement is completely accurate." Maura said while turning to look at Jane who was carefully cradling her left hand with her right, trying to move the bruised and bloody mess as little as possible.
"Oh you don't?" Jane questioned, raising both eyebrows.
"Did I stutter Detective?" Maura retorted in a low, sexy, yet threatening tone.
Jane lost all concentration, confused buy the mixture of sex and seriousness in Maura's voice.
"Ugh! You drive me up the wall Maura!"
"Yeah well it seems like I also drive your fists too. Into the ocular orbit of every man that flirts with me! You really need to get a grip Jane. I can take care of myself. "
Maura's tone slowly became more peaceful as she placed an ice pack onto Jane's hand gently and began to walk to her room.
Jane knew Maura was right…to a point! Jane did need to get a grip and Maura did have a certain effect on the detective. But Jane was whole heartedly convinced that Maura would not be able to take care of herself if things between her and one of those pigs at the bar started to get touchy feely with the ME.
Jane closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and followed Maura to her room. While walking down the hall Jane began her 3 part apology which seemed like a weekly occurrence.