This is the first story I've written in a while... Be kind to me!
It hasn't been proofread so I apologise for the errors.
Disclaimer: Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles do not belong to me.
There is swearing and mild sex scenes ahead. I'll put a specific disclaimer as it gets more intense and when there are trigger warnings.
Hope you enjoy :)
MAY 12
6:52am
Lighthouse Cove, Gloucester, Massachusetts
Brightness radiated through the floor to ceiling windows that faced the beach and shone on the expanse of the large bed.
"Mmmm…" Sounded a husky moan that was somewhere between pleasure and mild annoyance. The loving caress running across her naked, tattooed shoulder and the body that moved in closer against hers, roused Jane from her sleep. She blinked her eyes open and was met with amused hazel ones. She couldn't help but snake her arm around the smaller woman's waist and press them tightly together, leaning in to kiss her wife's neck and slip her hand down to run across a firm backside.
"Oh, Jane…" Maura whispered breathlessly, "We only have about 35 minutes before I need to get ready and oh" she was interrupted by the sensation of lips suckling her earlobe "ohhhh, and an hour and a half before I need to leav— mmmm, god that feels so good." The honey blonde wrapped her hands in long, brunette curls and guided Jane in for a heated kiss.
Pulling back slightly, Jane responded, "Uh huh, no problem." She leaned in for another kiss and pulled back again, "and we have an hour and a half before we need to leave." She gave Maura a cheeky grin and captured the soft lips before they could protest.
It had been an ongoing joke between them for the last 2 years since Maura took a once-a-week lecturing position at Harvard Medical School. The blonde had insisted that she could drive herself for the one hour trip into Boston. Jane, only working from home and not with a whole lot to do when her wife wasn't there, insisted that she drive her.
"God, you're so beautiful, Jay." That smile. Shy yet confident, showing off Jane's gorgeous dimples. It was a smile that showed she was appreciative but didn't quite know how to take the compliment. Maura stared into the deep brown eyes that had captured her attention from the moment they met. They tore down her walls in an instant and left her feeling exposed and vulnerable.
The memory of that first day was etched so clearly in the blonde's brilliant mind.
...
Hurriedly pulling back the curtain, Doctor Maura Isles, didn't even bother to look at the patient sitting up on the ER bed, long legs dangling over the edge. She was followed by an ER nurse with a trolley of instruments and wound dressings. She grabbed the triage chart from the trolley and began to read through the list of injuries, her eyes opened widely and shot up to take her first look at the battered and bleeding brunette.
Their eyes connected. They stared at one another for only a second but to Maura it felt like an eternity. She forgot about the crazy ER that had several more patients for her to attend to and calmly placed the chart back, retrieving 2 latex gloves out from their box and fitting them onto her hands.
Taking a deep breath, she took two steps to stand in front of Jane and addressed the tall woman who was still staring at her, "Hi, I'm Dr Maura Isles. I'm the attending on duty this evening." She paused to assess Jane's face and the number of cuts covering it. Mostly superficial but the gash above her left eye was bleeding and needed to be addressed.
When she met nothing but a stoic stare and silence, she tried to prompt the woman with a question. "What is causing you the most pain right now?" The doctor waited patiently for a response but was not prepared to meet continued silence.
Maura gently moved her hand towards the brunette's face and lifted her chin to look at the gash. She touched around it. "Does this hurt?" She asked softly and with great concern. "Are you experiencing dizziness?" She retracted her hand and looked at her patient. Jane just stared back with the same look on her face.
Maura took a deep breath and turned to the dumbfounded nurse who shrugged her shoulders at the lack of cooperation from the patient. "Jenny, I think I can handle this. Why don't you go and help Doctor Wagner? We are much too busy to waste resources this evening." She turned back to Jane, effectively dismissing Jenny, who nodded and left the curtained ER bay.
...
Slowly rolling on top of the smaller woman and between the shorter legs, "Honey?" Jane whispered, kissing along the petite woman's jawline, "Maur? Where did you go?" Jane caressed the side of the doctor's face, not overly concerned but wondering what thought her wife had been distracted by in the midst of their intimacy.
Maura focussed back on those eyes and smiled. "I was just remembering the first time we met." She gave a little shrug and tightened her hold around the tall woman's neck who gave a short laugh at the memory.
"Geez, that was a rough day. I still can't believe how gentle and patient you were with me." They both smiled and deepened their kiss, losing themselves to one another for the next 35 minutes.
8:29am
Dressed in a forest green silk shirt and dark grey pencil skirt, Maura reached over to the dresser for her simple and elegant pearl earrings that Jane had bought her for their first anniversary. Once completing that task, she came out of their ensuite and rolled her eyes at the lump that was still under the covers of their bed.
"Jane Rizzoli-Isles, if you want to take me to work, you need to get up now!" Maura laughed as she heard the groan under the covers. Walking into her walk-in wardrobe, she selected a pair of black suede 3 inch heals and pulled her dark grey blazer from its hanger.
As she turned to exit, her wife was standing naked in the doorway of the wardrobe with a very mischievous grin in place. "Oh god." She gasped and dropped her shoes to place a hand to her chest. "Don't sneak up on me like that!" She swatted at Jane and then wrapped her arms around the narrow waist to lean up for a quick kiss. Letting go, Maura bent over to pick up her shoes and moved to sit on the edge of their bed to put her heels on.
Still laughing at the trick that never failed to amuse her, Jane selected her own clothing for the day. Dark jeans, a grey polo shirt, and her black Nikes. She donned them and walked out looking very relaxed in her casual attire.
Maura looked up and appraised her with her eyes. With her heels on, she was now eye level with the brunette. "You look great, darling." She slid her hands over the broad shoulders and around the long neck to lean in for a kiss. Jane's hands landed on her wife's hips and her lips responded eagerly. All too quickly it was over as the blonde let go and turned to grab her jacket she had placed on the bed. She looked down at her watch, "Oh, we need to leave now!" She didn't wait for Jane as she made her way to her study and retrieved her black Hermes bag and laptop case from her desk.
Jane stood for a moment, caught up in her own memory of their first meeting, when the doctor had been wearing almost the exact same outfit.
...
When the curtain had been pulled back, Jane had looked up sharply, completely on edge after her last job. She was aching. Her ribs, right leg, and head all throbbed and threatened her consciousness.
All of that seemed to vanish as she took in the doctor that had just entered the room. A dark green blouse, grey skirt, black heels, and a white lab coat framed a petite yet toned physique.
The brunette studied the honey blonde woman as she studied Jane's chart.
She was stunning.
Jane frowned. Taken back by her thoughts, she inwardly cursed. All too quickly her mental tirade was interrupted by the doctor's sudden gaze in her direction. Jane swallowed and evened out her breathing.
"Hi, I'm Dr Maura Isles. I'm the attending on duty this evening." That voice.
What the fuck was happening to her? Gustav's hit to her head must have been a lot harder than she thought.
She kept quiet through the doctor's questioning, completely intrigued at the lack of judgement in those gorgeous hazel eyes. She stayed controlled even though internally she felt a mess, especially when Maura leaned in close to examine her eyebrow gash.
Once the nurse left, the blonde doctor pulled the medical trolley closer to her and began preparing a few things. She dampened a cloth and began to move it towards the brunette's face. She kept her eyes locked on the brown ones of her patient to make sure she understood what she was going to do. Just as the damp cloth made contact with Jane's face, the brunette grabbed her wrist. The doctor jumped slightly, shocked by the sudden movement.
"That fucking hurts." The gravelly voice stated. There was no anger in her words, just a statement.
"I— I'm sorry." Maura uncharacteristically stuttered. "I need to clean your wound so I can assess it and see if it requires sutures." She hadn't moved away. Their gazes stayed locked until the brunette looked away and let go of the doctor's wrist.
"Okay."
Maura raised her eyebrows at the monosyllabic answer. "Okay?" She questioned, slightly afraid to continue.
"Yeah."
Taking another deep breath and exhaling with tight control, Maura reached up again to clean Jane's wound. "What's your name?"
"Jane."
"Jane…?"
"Yes, Jane."
"What's your last name?"
The brunette was getting annoyed. There was a reason she hadn't given her information to the triage nurse. Anonymity to the general public in her profession was paramount.
"Just Jane, ok doc?" She stated in a voice that left no room for argument.
"Ok. I'm sorry, Jane. It's just that with a head wound like yours, I need to make sure that all of your mental faculties are functioning as they should be. I can't assess that very well if you aren't able to answer basic queries about yourself. I understand you don't want to reveal your identity and respect that. I am here to help you. Is there anything else you could tell me to help assess you better? Is anywhere else hurting you as badly as your head? What is the day of the week? How old are you? Are you from Boston? Do you have a significant other we need to call? How did you get these injuries?"
Due to nervous tendency, the doctor had begun to ramble trying to ease some of the tension in the room. It was a habit she mostly had under control these days. Only occasionally would the social awkwardness of her youth come to the forefront and catch her unaware. This was one of those times.
Jane answered her in a way that began to set a precedence for several future interactions that the two would have over the next several months.
Jane made eye contact again with the hazel-eyed beauty and smirked at the adorable rambling that revealed the nervousness of the woman leaning over her, cleaning her face.
"My ribs hurt and my leg is bleeding, it's Tuesday, I'm 32, yes, nobody to call, and none of your business." She raised her uninjured eyebrow at the doctor and gave a short laugh at the bewildered look on the pretty face.
Smiling back at her patient and shaking her head with some amusement, Maura responded, "Ok then, let's get you patched up."
"Thanks doc."
"You're welcome, Jane." The blonde went back to doing her job but with a gentleness and kindness that Jane had never experienced before.
...
8:47am
Jane walked into the garage through the side door from their living area and walked around to the passenger side of her car. She opened the door for her wife, who was just two steps behind her. "Thanks Sweetheart." Maura said, smiling appreciatively at Jane and the consistent care she showed her.
Closing the door once the blonde was seated, Jane started her car. Her prized possession. She pulled the visor down and pressed the remote button for the garage door to open.
"Oh my goodness, Jay. Did you get a larger exhaust put on this thing?!" The doctor teased. "I swear it's louder than last week."
Chuckling at the blonde's complaint, she revved it louder and winked at Maura and put the car into gear.
"No baby, don't— Jane!" She yelped as Jane accelerated unnecessarily fast down their driveway and skidded onto the barely sealed road.
Laughing, the brunette changed gears and slowed down as they reached the first road bump on their street and placed her hand lovingly on Maura's thigh. She was grateful to see the grin on her wife's face and feel the doctor's hand placed on top of hers. "I love you." She stated simply and turned back to look at the road.
"Mmm, I love you too… But please don't speed to get me to the university. That was enough excitement for me for today." She smiled at Jane and wondered once again at her luck at finding someone who adored her and made her feel so relaxed.
"Ok babe. I need to stop for gas but can do that closer to the city."
9:26am
As the couple pulled into Greg's Service Centre in Chelsea, they waved at Greg, an elderly gentleman that had been running the business for most of his life. Greg was serving a young man that must have belonged to the only other car at the station.
Maura waited in the car, applying fresh gloss to her lips, whilst Jane got out, paid Greg, and came back outside to put the fuel in.
She felt rather than saw another man approach her from the side.
"Ahhhh amazing! A vintage 1969 Ford Mustang Mach 1. What a beauty!" The young man with a Russian accent stated excitedly as he got closer. "How much do you want for it?"
Jane didn't even look up. "It's not for sale."
Raising his eyebrows at the woman, he shook his head and gave a soft laugh. "I'm sure it would be for the right price… $50,000." He took another step closer.
"It's not for sale." Jane repeated, feeling uneasy about the man's approach.
She finished filling up the tank and placed the gas nozzle back in the holder. The brunette looked up at the man for the first time and paid attention to every detail. Blonde, blue eyes, athletic frame, about her height, probably in his mid 20s, extremely cocky, and definitely arrogant. He had expensive clothing on and rings on his fingers.
He looked perplexed, like no one had ever said no to him in his life.
She moved to open her door to get in but he put his hand up to stop her. She tensed, ready to react. "C'mon! You got to be fucking kidding me? Make it $60,000 and I'll throw in my heap of shit over there." He laughed and pointed to his brand new Chevrolet Camaro. Jane noted the New York license plate.
His friend exited the shop and seated himself in the front passenger seat of the dark blue vehicle. He was a little broader and with darker hair. She noticed another passenger in the back, who looked much the same as the front passenger. Both were watching the scene intently but the front passenger was getting impatient.
"Iosef! Let's go." Iosef ignored him and listened for the brunette's reply.
"I said no thanks." Jane's tone was neutral to the outsider but Maura heard the underlying simmer of annoyance.
"Honey?" Maura asked softly, concerned that her wife's temper was about to show itself.
Iosef took another step closer at the sound of another woman. He hadn't noticed her earlier, too focussed on the car. "Oh, wow. That piece of ass yours?" The young man pointed at Maura and leered at her. The doctor ignored him and watched for Jane's next move.
Finally expressing an outward sign of annoyance, Jane furrowed her eyebrows and retorted angrily, "Yes. Now fuck off." She got in the car and ignored her wife's gentle chide of "language, darling" and slammed the door. Revving the engine, she accelerated much like she had from the house but in a very different mood. Maura's understanding hand on her thigh the whole time.
In her anger and having lost a tiny bit of her edge since retiring 3 years ago, Jane failed to notice the car following her from a distance, several cars behind, amongst all of the traffic heading into the city.
9:43am
Jane turned the Mustang into the Shattuck st parking lot of Harvard Medical Center and put the car into park. She glanced across at her silent wife who turned her head to look back at her sweetly. The brunette couldn't help but soften and reached her hand over and interlaced their fingers.
"I'm sorry, Maur." Jane whispered sheepishly. She was quite ashamed of her actions.
"It's alright. You're a wonderful driver. I wasn't worried." The doctor gave an understanding smile.
"Uh, I mean I'm sorry for agreeing with that jerk that you were my 'piece of ass'." She hung her head, still holding the blonde's soft hand.
Maura smiled wider, knowing her wife would never mean to objectify her. She removed her hand from Jane's grasp and turned slightly in her seat and placed her hands on either side of her wife's face. "Darling, I know what I mean to you. It's alright." She leaned forward and tenderly kissed the full lips. She gave two more soft kisses and pulled away with a warm smile. Jane returned it, knowing that her love knew her better than she knew herself most of the time.
"I'll see you tonight. We can have dinner at Francesca's if you would like?" Maura opened the door, got out, put her bag over her shoulder, and picked up her briefcase.
"Sounds great, Beautiful. Love you." Jane started the car and put it into gear.
Almost shouting to be heard over the volume of the car's engine, Maura responded, "Love you too." The blonde winked at her wife and walked towards the entry of the university, disappearing through the large glass doors.
The black Mustang exited the carpark towards home, unknowingly passing a dark blue Camaro heading in the direction she had just come from, with only one person inside.
To be continued...
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