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The Alphabet Story
A is for Anonymous
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Jane is walking around the kitchen of the Beacon Hill brownstone home making herself a coffee, with only the company Jo Friday and Bass - Maura's beloved African Spurred Tortoise, not a turtle. Jane had only moved in recently, but it felt as though she'd lived there for years.
"You've been here for 20 hours Rizzoli, go home and get some rest, that's an order," Jane grumpily mimics Cavanaugh as she stomped her way up the stairs. "I don't need any damn rest."
Besides, Maura was still at work and Jane felt as though she should be there too. Regardless of the intention that Cavanaugh, Korsak and Maura sent her home with, Jane makes her way into the study on the second floor with a steaming mug of coffee fully prepared to do something useful, rather than waste her time resting.
She sits in the large leather chair behind the even larger mahogany desk and started going through the case files she brought home to work on when she couldn't sleep, or had nothing else to do. Jane worked solidly on paperwork, transcribing interrogations, or statements, or interviews and before she knew it, three hours had passed. She keeps working, hoping that she could finish the paperwork for at least three cases, before she noticed that it had gotten steadily darker outside. With a glance at the clock, Jane realises that Maura would be finishing soon.
She stands up and stretches, ready to go down stairs and make a new cup of coffee and clear away whatever mess she had undoubtedly left in the kitchen, knowing Maura will be disappointed in seeing it upon arriving home. As Jane heads out of the room, Jo Friday whines a little, disappointed in her company leaving, but made no move to follow. Once the new coffee was brewed and the mess cleared, Jane walked slowly upstairs again, ready to get back into the little paperwork remaining. As Jane enters the study, a mess that could only have been caused by a mini tornado greeted her.
"Jo," Jane softly admonishes her wiry terrier, who had jumped onto the desk spreading sheets of paper everywhere.
"How on earth did you get up here?" Jane grumbles as she tidies up the mess of papers. The majority of the papers were the case files she had been working on for hours. Other pieces of paper were mixed in with them, and Jane methodically separated them and sat them off to the side. She looks at the top sheet of paper and noticed that it was a receipt Maura had kept for the mattress they had bought together last week.
Jane opens the bottom draw of the desk and files it away with all the other receipts before it could get lost. Her curiosity peaked when she saw just how many receipts Maura had kept and filed away. She picks them up and started to go through them. Most were fairly uninteresting, appliances or items for around the home.
Jane was about to put them away when she saw the next receipt. Cradles to Crayons was written at the top of the receipt and she takes it out of the bundle to examine further. The first thing she notices was the amount of money spent, but what strikes her most is what is printed under 'name of donor'. Not only does Maura donate to local charities, but also does it anonymously. Maura is a donor to the charity Cradles to Crayons named 'anonymous'. Jane's heart swells with a mixture of love and pride at this newly found information and is just putting the receipts away when the the front door opened and closed, announcing Maura's arrival.
"Jane," Maura calls from entrance hall.
Jane walks slowly out of the study and down the stairs to greet Maura.
"Hey Maura." Jane meets Maura halfway down the staircase.
A blush appears on Maura's cheeks as the receipt still in Jane's hand is revealed. Jane leans in and kisses Maura passionately to show her love and admiration.
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Today, Jane found out that her rich girlfriend donates anonymously to a local charity. Jane loves her.
