AN-The Jane and Maura in this story have totally different personalities then on the show. And I hope you guys like it.
As the minutes pass by the more nervous I get, I have my first job interview and frankly its about time. I finished college eight months ago ready to concur the world, and hadn't heard a word back from any place I had applied, until two days ago, when I received an email from Rizzoli enterprise. I was to meet with J. Rizzoli at nine, it was precisely 8:56, and my nerves were showing. I had to get this job, I moved to Boston nearly five months ago hoping to have better job opportunities, since nothing had fallen in place yet I had used up most of the inheritance my parents had left me, this was my chance.
"You can go in now Ms. Isles." The lady at the front desk says.
I stand on shaky legs, silently praying that this guy hires me.
I push the door open expecting to see an older man, but stopped in my tracks when I see a younger, tall dark haired woman, dressed in black slacks, black jacket, and red button down shirt. I'm almost positive I stood there like a fool with my mouth agape until the door closing caught my attention, and I jumped.
"Ms. Isles I presume?" The lady asked with a slight smirk.
"Um...yes." I replied, knowing I had already screwed this interview up.
"Jane Rizzoli."
I place my hand in hers, and an odd feeling came over me. I withdrawal my hand hurriedly, my heart racing.
"Come sit." She waves me towards the chair across the room.
I catch myself admiring the massive amounts of books lined on the back wall as I sit down.
"William Hazlitt once said books let us into their souls and lay open to us the secrets of our own." She says when catching my gaze. "Do you like to read Ms. Isles?"
"Yes. I love how reading will draw you into a whole new world." I say, and I want to smack myself for saying to much when it was a simple yes or no answer.
"I couldn't agree more." She replied.
I wait rather fidgety as Ms. Rizzoli looks over my application, I hope the time it's taking her is a good sign.
"Where were you previously employed Ms. Isles.? She asks, without looking up from the papers.
"Um...I haven't been employed anywhere, if I were to get this job it would be my first." I answered embarrassed.
"And do you know anything about investing and marketing?" She asked the irritation showing.
"Yes, I graduated top of my class at Georgetown university." I said with a smile.
She looks over my application for a few more minutes, and finally looks back at me, getting up from her chair.
"I'm going to look over your application some more, and I'll get back to you when I get finished."
I knew that was my sign to leave, and that I'd never hear back from her, my hopes of getting a job today plummeted. As I stood to leave she holds out her hand to me again.
"It was nice meeting you Ms. Isles."
I frown at her, but shake her hand again, and that odd feeling coming back.
"Ms. Rizzoli." I say, hoping my disappointment shows.
I remove my hand from hers and walk to the door with confidence, I won't let this bring me down. There's other greater opportunities out there.
I'm surprised when she beat me to the elevator outside her office. Nothing is said between us while we wait for the doors to open, and I want to take another look at this beautiful woman that ruined my hopes of getting a job today, but I won't risk it.
When the doors open we both step in.
"First floor Ms. Isles?"
"Yes ma'am" I reply. I can't help but see the smirk she gives as she pushes the button.
I hold tight to the railing of the elevator as we make our way down, I can't stand elevators, when it stops I close my eyes to avoid the dizzy spell I get every time, but I still feel myself sway a little. When I feel hands on my shoulders my eyes fly open, and I'm looking into a pool of brown eyes.
"Are you alright?" Her voice is soft for the first time today, and I feel myself start to blush.
"Yes, I just don't like elevators." I murmur.
When the doors open seconds later I remove myself from her grasp, and quickly walk out. Willing my heart rate to slow down. I don't look back as I make my escape, but tense when I hear her voice again, until I realized she isn't speaking to me.
There is a very elegant woman dressed in the lobby who turned when her name was called, I risked looking back then regretted it when I watched the well dressed woman reach Jane Rizzoli, and kiss her right there in the middle of the lobby. I was jealous all of the sudden with no reason to be. jealous over a woman, a woman I don't even like, I don't even like women. I stopped in my tracks as all these thoughts came to mind. Attraction that was the odd feeling I got. But that couldn't be right can it?
I look back at this woman, she was smiling and every part of me wished it was me she was smiling at like that.
I chalk all these weird feelings up to depression.