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Me & UsTwo : How Do You Do?

Warning: you are about to read a writer's attempt shit. An attempt to create more ideal character to feed her desires for the hottest tv show Rizzoli & Isles. Since we all know that the gayness of both Jane & Maura are just for the LLBFF kind of thing. The imagination cannot be controlled so... Here is some effin shit.

Jane Rizzoli, Maura Isles, Barry Frost, Vince Korsak, Frankie Rizzoli, Mama Rizzoli and Lt. Cavanaugh are unfortunately beyond my ownership but surprises are likable.

So please, if you are not open with new characters to handle the gayness of Det. Jane & Dr. Maura, please... Be nice. FIRST SHOT I MUST SAY.

A typical Monday morning at The Cafe O'Marco. You can hear the coffee maker grinding, the cashier register dinging and regulars chatting and sipping their usual cup. Swaggering inside the cafe, Jaste Rizzoli a tall chocolate eyed woman wearing a suit and her lucky buttoned white shirt ordered her usual coffee drink every morning, same bagel with white cheese spread, same server named Chloe who always flashes a big smile at the Detective.

Yes, Jaste Rizzoli is the newest Detective at the fine city of Boston. Following the steps of her aunt Jane, judging Jaste you can see her as the next-door-gal who happened to be very 'sporty'. The fresh Detective looks up at her aunt Jane, she kisses the ground her role model walks on.

The young Detective orders her usual cup and bagel. Enjoying her morning...

She moved carelessly and splashed. One thing that is happening that Jaste hates is spilling her cup of coffee and not finishing it with the usual favorite bagel of hers is a not-so-good start of the day for the Detective. The worst thing is that when she turned to the lady she spilled her warm coffee at, the lady's temper is helping the coffee to maintain it's warm temperature.

Anger is painted through the face of this young beauty in front of Jaste. The young head is wearing a creamed colored vintage style see through buttoned shirt that allows viewers to see her black exquisite laced bra. It is tuck ined to a black waist high shorts that hugs those perfect curves as Jaste thought. A bloody red 4 inch high heels perfects the outfit with a velvet Gucci bag. The only imperfection for the young beauty's image is the coffee spilled over her front. The tall brunette was ogling the beauty in front of her and snaps back to the disaster she caused.

In panic "Oh my! I am so sorry, I didn't..." said Jaste who was cut immediately by a shut-up-talk-to-the-hand gesture from the lady. Jaste received a glare. You know one of those glares I'm-going-to-cut-of-your-head glare. Apparently the young lady is shorter than Jaste Rizzoli. For a 5'7 tall Detective looks down at a 5'3 thank goodness for the invention of heels the shorter woman is somehow eye level with the Detective.

"Seriously? Of all the days? Why today?" hissed by the shorter woman. "I really didn't mean to. Look, I am willing to have your shirt dry-cleaned" offered Jaste. "Ooh, no you don't. This happens to be vintage and it is meant to be hand washed!" said by the shorter woman, almost a yell. Jaste placed both of her hands to her hips not believing she sees. This young lady in front of her just snaps at her like that. Hands on hips, displayed her badge and gun, Jaste wonders why the shorter woman is widened her eyes a she eyed on her.

"So you think you can scare me with a flashy badge and some gun?" shot the young lady. "What?... Oh no." Jaste notices the way her gesture looks like, badge and gun flashed to her waist. "well, officer err.. What's your name?" asked the lady. "Jaste Rizzoli, Detective Jaste Rizzoli" answered Jaste who reaches out her hand for a shake. The shorter woman didn't bother for any friendly gesture from the Detective, simply she said "well, Detective Rizzoli, I am not pleased the way I look and I do not even drink coffee" with irritation, the shorter woman grabbed some tissue form the counter an begun to wipe off the coffee stain. She does know that coffee stains are difficult to remove without the proper things. Still it is worth than letting it settled.

The tall Detective grabbed her hanky from her pocket and tried to help the shorter woman. Apparently not knowing where to start. She stands in front of the young lady, eyeing the stain she have caused. As the young beauty sees it, the Detective is ogling her perky chest. The shorter woman high five the Detective's cheeks. Next thing that Jaste knew her right cheeks felt warm and blushing. She stared blankly at the young lady with dismay she asked "what was that for?" again the lady did not mind the Detective.

"Don't you know that was an assault? You cannot just slap an officer, not alone a Detective" said Jaste. "I. Do. Not. Care" said the shorter woman clearly irritated. "You think I am not assaulted too? See this?" pointing at her vintage shirt where the stain is. "This is what you call an assault!" not believing she had heard. Jaste was about to snap at the lady until her aunt Jane came up to her.

"hey kiddo, where's my cup?" asked by the eager Senior Detective for a sip of coffee. "Good question, do you see I'm holding your favourite?" snap Jaste to her aunt. "What's with the attitude?" asked Jane who is confused. Jane Rizzoli follows the gaze of her niece. A bothered looking young lady she sees. "What happened?" asked Jane.

"you blind?" answered the shorter woman as she shows her vintage stained shirt.

"Well as you can see Detective Jane, I happened to spill coffee on her vintage shirt. It should be hand washed and not suitable for dry cleaning. Also she just slapped me" said the new Detective who is quite hitting her temper peek.

"excuse me miss, I cannot see the point why you should slap this respectful detective" Jane said calmly, not wanting to add heat on the two young women.

"Not only she ruined my vintage shirt but she was ogling at me, I do think that is a valid reason. Oh and I did not slap her I just simply high five her awful face" the shorter woman said.

"This kid has balls uh?" said Jane to her niece. "Tell me about it." hissed Jaste.

"Well excuse me too! I am no kid, I am a young adult. I cannot believe this. This is completely unacceptable!" exclaimed by the young lady.

Clearly the two young women are arguing about what one had caused. The Senior Detective does not know how to calm the two. Both stubborn both have attitude, and neither one wanted to apologize.

They are now being watched in the cafe. They are creating a scene. Meanwhile, the doors swung open, entering a very elegant Medical Examiner named Dr. Maura Isles looking so perfect as ever she approached the three. Intrigue by the chaos she asked with her tilted head to Jane "what is taking you two so long? We can't be late for work. I have to orient my new Assistant Medical Examiner today, I heard she's from France" said the jolly Doctor.

The shorter woman froze on what she had heard. That voice.I know that voice. Oh good Lord please let her not be the one I am thinking

"Oh now what? Did the cat got your tongue?" asked the furious young Detective. The shorter woman just stood there not able to respond to the question.

With her delicate hand, Maura slowly turn the shorter woman to face her and to know as well what happened.

The young lady slowly turns and looked like she has seen a ghost. The expression of the Doctor has mimicked the face of the young lady.

Now the two Detectives are very puzzled. Seeing not only the resemblance of the two caramel blondes in front of them but they also share the same eye color and there are visible similarities to their facial features.

" I.. You.." Maura Isles lost her words as she look at the young lady in front of her.

"Now both of you lost your tongues?" Jane said.

The Doctor thought about answering that it is impossible for a cat to really get their tongues but she didn't bother. She was too focused on the young beauty in front of her.

Mix emotions, hyper ventilating, wanna puke the shorter woman breathed rapidly

The ME grabbed the young lady for a hug. She said "baby, your back. Come home now to your mother. Please my pumpkin pie"

"No"

"Oh slug bug, you can't be still..." Maura was cut off by the young lady's hand as she moved away from the embrace.

"Don't touch me"

"sweetie please, come home now" Maura insisted and tried to place her hand to her daughter's shoulder but it was hindered by another hand.

"No.. Don't touch..." lost in her words. She could feel tears streaming down her face.

Maura grab her daughter by her arm.

With one arm tangled to her mother, she turned to the young Detective and said "Detective Jaste do not worry about my top. It is all good. I could just change. Anyway I will be sending you a more pleasing suit as an apology for my awful doing"

The young Detective is confused. Few minutes ago this gal just bitch me out and bitch slap me now she is apologizing "aaah. Yeah sure. Sorry about your shirt" Jaste said.

Jane Rizzoli thought my best friend has a daughter? What's going on?

Maura said to her best friend "Jane do not give me that look. I will explain" she noticed the way the Senior Detective eye her. Still her grip on her daughter's arm tight and not letting go, she know that it would cause bruise any moment now, still not wanting to let go.

"You are hurting me" said her daughter in a matter-of-fact tone.

As soon as Maura loosen her grip, the young lady backed away and sprinted to the exit of the cafe. She heard her mother said "Elizabeth Isles! Get back in here in this instance!"

She rushed to her tap down Mini Cooper. Struggling with the keys. She could see her mother followed her to her car.

"No! Don't follow me! I won't go back..." she yelled as the engine started and she wheeled her car away from the parking space. "... Yet"

Both Isles could feel butterflies rumbling in their tummies. Both blondes cannot believe on what they saw, for almost five years they finally saw each other. Five years no communications not even hellos for any holidays. Five years...

Elizabeth Isles drove her Mini Cooper as she was consumed by her thoughts. Seeing her mother in so many years brought back heart aches. Her tears continued to flow on her warm cheeks. She can't go back just yet to her mother. Not now, soon maybe. "Dammit!" she muttered. "Why.. Why.. Why today?" she said to herself.

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