Disclaimer: Rizzoli and Isles are the property of TNT and Tess Gerritsen. Switched at Birth are property of ABCFamily. I am just borrowing their characters for fun. No copyright infringement intended.
Pairing: Established relationship of Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles
Rating: T for adult language.
Summary: Jane and Maura meet a young man who cannot hear. It is my second fanfic. Of course, it is Rizzles.
Signs are Louder than Voices
Chapter 1
At Maura's living room.
While watching Boston Red Sox vs NY Yankee baseball game, Jane yelled, "Come on!" with the common gesture. Jo Friday jumped over the sofa beside Jane. The terrier mix dog yipped and pawed Jane's lap. She looked down at Jo, "need go outside?" Her furry head cocked slightly.
"Jane, you better take her outside before she urinates on my expensive oriental rug. I don't like it to be carpet cleaned often because it will fade the robust color." Maura whined. Jane smirked at her usual dry of humor.
"Ok. Ok. I will take her outside right away before she pees on your precious rug." Jane scoffed.
"Well, thank you and I will give you many kisses" Maura promised. Jane took her dog in the flash because she wanted to kiss Maura's soft lip upon her return.
Moments later, Jane and Jo came back through into the French door.
"Where is your promise?" Jane drawled teasingly as she crossed the room towards Maura, sliding her arms around her from behind and pulling her upright against Jane.
Maura turned facing her for her promised sweet kisses. Their lips are caressing passionately.
Eventually when they both, unfortunately, needed oxygen their lips broke contact, and Jane settled for leaning her forehead against Maura.
Jane sighed, "I really love you especially your kisses."
Maura tapped Jane's nose playfully, " I love you more and all of you."
Jo pawed uprightly on Maura's leg with her wagging tail. Maura and Jane looked down.
"Jane, I think Jo loves us as well." Jane smiled and she picked her up. They cradled their furry friend altogether and she licked them happily. Scraping sounds came out from the kitchen floor, their heads turned to Bass, Maura's pet tortoise.
"We need to give him our affections as well." Maura deadpanned.
"B-Bass, the turtle...?" Jane stuttered, and couldn't even get the full question out.
"Tortoise!" Maura corrected. Jane smirked at their cute bantering.
Jane bent down patting Bass's shell, "I'm glad that you are not same breed of the snapping turtles so I can keep my fingers to pull the trigger even pleasing my honey."
"Jane! Be nice to Bass! I cannot adopt these kind of its breed, chelydra because it is not a suitable pet." Maura rolled her eyes.
Jane went back to the sofa watching the baseball game. Her loyal dog jumped over the sofa and laid her head on Jane's lap. Jane scratched behind Jo's ear absentmindedly. "Maura, I noticed that Jo sometimes doesn't follow my command. Do you think Jo is the old dog that cannot learn new tricks?" Jane asked. Jo whimpered by hearing her name.
Maura sat down beside them. She leant forward, leaning her elbow on her knees and resting her chin on her palm, accidentally showcasing her cleavage a tad. Jane's eyes flickered down to her chest then back to her face, biting her lip lightly. Maura smiled, staying in the same position. Maura was thinking what to say about the dog training.
"Well, I think Jo is capable to learn new tricks. From my understanding based on the internet, try rewarding positive behavior rather than punishing negative behavior. Try to use a 'conditional stimulus' to command the desired behavior. Give these cues only once. If Jo follows your command immediately, give her a treat. If she doesn't act quickly, don't give a treat." Jo's furry ears perked up by hearing her name and wagging her tail.
Jane smiled. "Thanks for your google talking on the dog training, Maur."
Maura's bedroom.
When the morning sunrise creeped into the window, Jane opened one of her eyes slowly and saw Maura facing her smiling.
"Good morning, sweetie." Maura cooed near Jane's earlobe.
"Good mornin', honey." Jane drawled cuddling Maura's waist and nipping her pulse point tenderly.
"Ready for breakfast?" Maura asked. Their heads turned to the door hearing the racketing noise. Jane shot up grabbing her service gun immediately.
"Jane, don't you dare shooting your own mother. She is making us the breakfast now." Jane relaxed putting her gun down. She rubbed her eyes to get rid of her gritty substance.
"I was meaning to ask you to try the Chanel dress that I bought for you yesterday but you were too busy watching the baseball game. Can you try it for me now please?" Maura pleaded with her puppy eyes, as she flopped back on the bed. Jane could not resist her begging.
"Alright. However I have one condition. Your kiss." Jane countered, as she finally dragged herself out of the comfort of Maura's overpriced bed, and made her way over to the bathroom, tugging slightly at the back of her Boston Red Sox boxer, trying to unwedge it as affectively as she could from her firm buttock. Maura thought what Jane was doing with her favorite baseball team boxer was adorable.
"I guarantee you for my kiss after you try the dress afterward." Maura beamed rolling herself out to her enormous closet with full of her designer clothes.
Knocking sounds came from the bedroom door. Angela yelled, "the breakfast is ready!" as most Italian mothers usually do.
When Jane answered the door, the looks on the faces of her mother and brother were comical.
"Janie...are you wearing a dress?" Angela asked her incredulously. Tommy just stood in the doorway with his jaw hanging open. Maura came bounding up behind her.
"She sure is, and doesn't she look adorable." Maura's appearance seemed to snap the both of them out of there 'oh-my-god-Jane's-wearing-something-sexy' stupor.
"Thank you God for bringing Maura into my Janie's life." Angela looked up at the ceiling.
"Ma!" Jane yelled desperately.
"Why, thank you Angela. I'm more than happy to be included into Jane's life because I love her so much." Maura smiled broadly.
"You would be the cool detective chick with this sexy dress in the police department!" Tommy exclaimed.
On one hand, Jane loves him unconditionally for being her little brother, but on the other hand she just wanted to wax his Italian chest hair off.
After they ate the breakfast, Jane and Maura's cellphones chimed at almost same time. Jane picked her cellphone from her belt and she read the text while Maura took her cellphone from her Coach purse.
"Maura, we have a dead body with gunshot wounds so we have a job to attend."
At the crime site.
"Hey Jane, you came here for the homicide so we need to catch the bastard who killed poor woman. By the way, I'm sorry to hear that Boston Red Sox lost to Damn Yankee." Korsak deadpanned.
"Don't start on Boston Red Sox's losing streak!" Jane pointed her finger at Korsak's face.
"Alright! Alright!" Korsak showed his surrendering hands. Maura was trying to hold her mirth at Korsak and Jane's usual bantering about the silly baseball games.
Maura inspected the dead body. "Indeed, the dead female was shot a few times." While Jane was listening to Maura's descriptions on the dead body, she noticed the young man in the crowd looking at them anxiously. Jane decided to follow her gut feeling as any detective would.
"Excuse me, Maura. I have my eye on a person of interest over there and I need to speak to him."
While kneeling near a dead body, Maura watched Jane walking toward the crowd.
"Hey you young man, I need to speak to you about your possible witness of the murder." Jane approached the young man. His eyes widened and he retreated from the crowd quickly. He took brisk walk frantically then he ran.
"Oh crap, I hope Maura will not give me her typical lecture for chasing any bad guy this time" she thought to herself. She was chasing the young man and she threw herself on his back. She arrested him roughly with his hands in back while he was on facing on the ground. While he was apparently struggling to be free from Jane, he was yelling something unintelligible to Jane with his possible words that Maura overheard across the street.
Maura walked across the street quickly but she approached to them slowly. Jane gave her a look that told her to stay back so she doesn't want her getting hurt by the suspect nor giving her lecture. However Maura was ignoring Jane's pleading glare, she kneeled down asking the young man with her awkward sign language, Are you deaf?
He nodded meekly. Maura looked up at Jane, "I think it is best for you to change his handcuff on his front instead of his back because he is hearing impaired and he uses the sign language for the communication purpose."
To Be Continued.
What do you think of this chapter? Exciting? So-So? Boring? Gagging? I would appreciate your reviews. Thanks! (In American Sign Language, moving my open hand forward from my lip as extend my hand outward as if I'm throwing a thank you kiss.)