a/n: A collection of one-shots based of off songs. Rating assumed to be K or T unless listed. I own nothing.
Song: What I Can't Put Down by Jon Pardi (rewrite!)
Jane Rizzoli and beer had a long history with each other. At 17, Jane had her first taste of the stuff. Her older cousin Vinny made her tag along with him to a party while both of their mothers thought they were going to see a movie. Of course the second they arrived at the party Vinny dumped his cousin and went off in search of his girlfriend. While Jane had preferred to be in control of all of her faculties, she also preferred not to be bored out of her skull at a party where she knew no one.
So, she followed the rest of the partygoers into the direction of the kitchen and took a red cup from the counter. After a few hesitant sips, she became used to the taste and was actually enjoying the amber liquid. Maybe a little too much. Because after several cups later, she was crashing on cousin Vinny's couch and nursing her first hangover the morning after. Jane's love affair with beer continued on after that night. She spent the rest of her teenage years carefully sneaking around her mother (although the intuitive woman probably knew anyway).
When she got older, she moved on from just binging on cheap beer and getting plastered. She cut back and bought better beer. It became a stress reliever and a way to celebrate her accomplishments in the Academy and as a detective. Jane loved her beer, that much was evident. And she wasn't going to kick the habit anytime soon.
As a young child, she participated in drug free weeks and swore to her teachers that she would never smoke a cigarette. That was before she joined the force, however.
Being a rookie cop, all of the least desirable patrol hours were given to her and her fellow new uniforms. She was in the middle of an excruciatingly long shift with her patrol partner Jacob Kennedy. It was well after 2 AM and frigidly cold in the middle of an unrelenting Boston winter. The cold was even leaking into the squad car and even more so when Kennedy cracked the window. Jane looked over at him with annoyance.
"You smoke, rook?" He pulled out a pack of Marlboro's and shook one loose for himself before tilting the small package toward her. She shook her head no. He picked one out and handed it to her anyway.
"You may start. It becomes something to do during these brutal patrols and damn cold nights." He lit the end of his own cigarette before leaning over and doing the same to the one Jane was still holding awkwardly.
For some reason, be it pride or the need to impress the veteran cop, Jane brought the stick to her lips. Naturally she coughed and sputtered and gave Kennedy the eye when he chuckled at her. After a few more drags she finally got used to it. That started a brief, but heavy, smoking habit for the young cop. After a few months she realized what an expensive habit (and a little gross, she had to be honest) she was trying to keep up on her piss-poor salary.
These days, she hardly ever continued her habit. There were a pack of Reds in the bottom drawer of her bedside table that only saw the light of day after she had a particularly good night in bed. Which was rare. And there was a pack under some paper clips and post-it notes in her desk. Sometimes if it was the middle of the night and she was deep into a case, she would have one. She knew she should probably just trash both packs and quit forever but she just couldn't quite bring herself to do it.
She had touched Doctor Maura Isles for the first time when she had been dressed as Julia Roberts a la Pretty Woman. Their fingers brushed, and Jane was certain actual sparks flew from the contact. Despite the rocky start, the friendship bloomed along with Jane's crush on the blonde. The detective tried to find as many sensible reasons as she could to touch Maura. A hand on the small of her back for guidance. A grab at her forearm when she was laughing. Knees touching when they were squeezed together on the couch watching TV. A hug when the doctor had a bad day. Okay, so sometimes the touches crossed over from friendly to friendlier. But who could blame the woman seriously?
One night, after they had been friends for months and months, the two women were reclined in Maura's luscious king size bed and Egyptian cotton sheets. Jane was having trouble paying any attention at all to what her best friend was saying. Partly because she was going on about phagoenterocytosis or something like that. And partly because the doctor had taken a shower only a little while before. Her skin was make-up free and her slightly wild hair splayed out on the pillow right next to the brunette's. The floral scent of her lotion and the lavender from her shampoo were creating an aroma that Jane found absolutely intoxicating. More than alcohol or nicotine. The doctor's lilting, informative voice continued on, unaware of the dilemma Jane was experiencing. All at once, Jane decided she couldn't refrain any longer and said to hell with it. Maura had become her drug and suddenly she was an addict on the brink of madness where only more, more, more would give her a fix.
She caught the doctor mid-word as she reached up and caressed the face beside her own. The blonde only had a second to look utterly confused and annoyed for being interrupted before her lips were fused with those of the detective's. For a few glorious seconds they remained locked on each other. Maura pulled away first with a gasp and a pop of their lips. Jane was a split second away from blaming her actions on beer or stress or aliens for God's sake when Maura's face broke out into the brightest smile Jane had ever seen. The doctor reached up and pulled Jane back to her by the back of her neck, snaking her fingers through the unruly curls she found there. Meanwhile, Jane was gob-smacked. Stunned. She was making out with Maura Isles. Her best friend. The woman of her dreams. The rack of God was now up for grabs. Literally.
Lips sucked and teeth nibbled and sensitive skin. Hands rubbed and grabbed and caressed. Legs intertwined and bodies grinded. Jane found herself getting absolutely drunk off of Maura. She made the decision right then and there. She was going to stay stoned the rest of her life.