Disclaimer: I don't own R&I no matter how much I wish I did.. They belong to Tess Gerritsen and TNT.
This is my first Rizzoli & Isles story, not sure if I've don't the right thing as its only my 2nd fanfic ever so please be kind :-)
It had been three long weeks. Three excruciatingly painful long weeks since the events took place that had changed Jane's life forever.
On that fateful day, she was just doing her job...period. Protecting her partner, protecting Dr. Isles and protecting Special Agent Dean. That's what she kept telling herself. That's what she had written in the report. That's what Cavanaugh had accepted and that's what the whole Homicide Department at Boston PD and the FBI had accepted.
Dr. Isles however had not accepted this. Maura had not spoken or even acknowledged Jane's existence since that day. All attempts to speak with Maura both professionally and as a friend were thwarted coldly by the Doctor. Phone calls were ignored, visits to the Autopsy room were dismissed by Maura who busied herself and passed off any enquires that Jane had made to one of the other Doctors. Jane did not know why Maura could not understand the reasons for her actions. After all when Dr. Isles was in work mode she was never anything but professional, she would do everything by the book, dot every "I" and cross every "t". So why couldn't she understand why Detective Rizzoli had chosen to fire her weapon that day?
Jane was sat at her desk alone, contemplating the thought of having to speak to Maura about their latest case. 2 bodies, one John and the other Jane Doe, found in a motel bed. No signs of trauma, no forced entry to the room, no evidence of a disturbance and no belongings in the room.
Frost and Korsak were still at the scene trying to find any witnesses or any information about the room but were getting no where fast. Jane desperately needed an update from the ME, she needed Id's, anything that would help the case even get off the ground.
Could she face being humiliated again by Maura in full view of the morgue technicians. Could she allow Maura to blank her yet again and make her look like a fool . She reached for her cell and searched her contacts. Frost – dial. No answer. "Shit". Korsak – dial, no answer. "Shit shit". Isles - she paused, she couldn't bring herself to press dial. Jane stared at the screen hypnotised by the picture accompanying the entry in her contacts. Dr. Maura Isles, the picture was taken one day during a picnic they had shared on a hot summers day. The sun was radiating off Maura's honey blonde hair and her smile was beaming from ear to ear, truly a beautiful sight. Why did it all have to change? Why did she miss her so damn much?
With a sigh, Jane rose from her chair and place her cell back in her pocket "Here goes nothing" she muttered on her way out of the door and made her way down the stairs to the morgue.
She paused at the autopsy room doors. Through the glass she could see Maura deep in concentration over a body. She had not changed, still the precise meticulous Dr. Isles that she knew and loved, slowly dissecting and documenting each action. Again Jane took a deep breath, " I need a beer" and pushed open the glass door.
"Dr. Isles..." Jane approached the autopsy table and stood on the opposite side.
"Detective?" Maura did not even look up from the body.
"Do you have any updates for me? Any closer to getting an ID?". Inside she was shaking, she had not engaged in any conversation since she had been told by her best friend to never speak to her again.
"No Detective. As I informed Detective Frost earlier, I will report my findings as soon as I have completed a full autopsy. This will include a cause of death and any other details that I believe to be relevant to your investigation". Maura still did not lift her head and showed no interest in the conversation.
"I am pretty well aware of what an autopsy is Dr. Isles, any idea how long it'll be?" Jane snapped back.
"If I wasn't being interrupted it would be completed far quicker, Detective".
"Geez Maur, just do your job so I can do mine". Jane turned to walk away.
"Yes Detective, anything else I can do for you detective?" She mumbled sarcastically.
Jane stopped dead in her tracks. Since when could Maura pull off sarcasm so flawlessly. She turned back towards the doctor who was now even more interested in the dead body which lay before her. "Yeah there is something else actually, enough of the bullshit, this has gone on for long enough now, if you have something to say Maura, just say it. I'm a big girl, hit me with it!". Jane strolled back with confidence knowing Maura did not argue with people.
Maura slowly placed her tools down on the silver metal tray which held all of her equipment. Without a word she made her way to the nearest waste bin and snapped her latex gloves off, then thoroughly washed her hands in antiseptic wash for what seemed to be minutes, just like the posters instructed. She walked around the autopsy table, now only feet away from Jane.
"You believe you know what you did that day, is that correct Jane?".
Jane stared confused at Maura. "I...".
"You made me despise you Jane". Pure hatred could be heard in Maura's tone. "I have never hated anyone in my life until you. You took everything from me and you show no remorse. Usually when someone does a bad deed they acknowledge they are in the wrong, its in their human nature to try and make up for any misgivings. But not you Jane, you are a special case. Gracefully accepting awards, portraying an image of humbleness and playing happy families with Gabriel. Oh wait...you don't think you are in the wrong do you?". This was not a question but Maura still paused to see if Jane had anything to say for herself.
Jane was shocked, never had she seen her best friend act like this and never had she heard such venom come come from those elegant and composed lips. "Maura...I am sorry...why don't you believe that? If I could change that day I would". Jane could feel her eyes filling up, she raised her hand to her forehead and eyes to try and hide her vulnerability.
"That still does not change the facts Jane. You chose Gabriel over me that day". The realisation of what she was saying, finally out loud hit Maura hard, "I thought you were my best friend Jane and you were trying to impress a man before considering my feelings first". Those last few words turned into a sob, she could no longer hold back her tears of frustration.
"Maur, is that really what you think, that I shot Doyle to impress Agent Dean? I did it for you". By this time Maura's head had sunk to her chest and her shoulders were slowly moving up and down as she tried to suppress her tears. "I'm so so sorry you think that". Instinct made Jane reach out for Maura and pull her into a hug to console her but before she could get her arms around her she was forcefully pushed away by Maura's slender but firm arms.
"Don't touch me!" She sobbed. " I hate you, I fucking hate you so much".
Jane's strength overpowered the dainty woman and forced her into a hug. Jane could tell after that outburst that she was pissed. Maura's arms battled to break the lock Jane now had on her, around her. She wasn't as strong as the powerful detective and eventually gave in. "Sobs still coming from the smaller women were muffled against her best friends chest " I hate you, I hate you".
Jane could do nothing more than hold her tight and let her calm down "Its OK, let it all out...let it out".
After a few minutes the tears subsided and there was silence in the autopsy room. Both women stood in the middle, Jane cradling Maura close against her chest like a child.
"Don't leave me". An almost inaudible sound from the Doctor.
Jane placed a loving kiss on the top of Maura's head, "We need to get you out of here".