Disclaimer; I do not own Rizzoli and Isles or it's characters! I do own Calanta Sinead though!
Fanfic future pairings; Jane/Calanta, Maura/Calanta, Jane/Maura
Autumn was gracing the northern hemisphere, everything trapped within its range starting to shift. Lush greenery starting to transform into brilliant hues of gold, orange, and clarets. Heat of the shortening days beginning to damper into cool temperatures, skies still as vibrant and cerulean as ever, a beautiful powder blue. This morning was no different. Not a cloud to pollute the beauty as far as the eyes can see, the blazing star settled lazily over the distant horizon, warm light illuminating the city. "Bright morning skies will last until tonight but will give way to showers around midnight. Your morning temperature is forty-one degrees, but don't worry commuters, the day will warm up to a balmy sixty-nine by rush hour." Chimed a voice from flat screen television settled high on the living room wall. From her position in the open kitchen, Maura Isles had a perfect view of the weather forecast while she brewed coffee, and toasted a set of bagels. Dressed in a vintage Gucci skirt, with a light knit sweater, the dark colors blending perfectly together to compliment her great sense of fashion.
Nostrils flared, the fragrances of coffee and bagels rousing the detective from the depths of slumber. Crawling out of the bed she shared with her wife, she shoved on a pair of slippers for the hard wood and tiled floors were usually cold on autumn mornings. Stretching to loosen her muscles, the lanky detective ambled into the kitchen, thrilled to having been awoken by a good breakfast. By the time she arrived in the lavished kitchen, carefully designed and decorated by Mrs. Isles-Rizzoli, the hard lines of her mouth pushed back into a tender grin. Its target the beautiful auburn haired woman standing behind the island, aiming to swoon her lover.
It failed...miserably. Maura heard the sounds of approaching steps, and glanced away from the morning news broadcast to watch Rizzoli emerge from the hallway. Jane's 'charming' smile only made her stomach lurch up in protest, and not in the good way either. Her lover's tender gesture sent horrid chills trickling down her vertebrate, a bitter taste rapid to wash over her taste buds. Jaw muscles flex, winding tight together to become hard like the marble counter tops.
A career in the law enforcement branch allotted Jane Rizzoli to have many trades and talents, one of the obvious being she could read body language. Maura was tense, and fuming with hidden aggression it seemed. Isles's jaw set like steel, usually warm pearls becoming cold like a fresh winter's snow. Instantly Jane knew she had been caught. Air rushed out slowly from her lungs as she gradually approached the M.E with trying her best to appear normal. Slipping up behind her wife, she laced her arms around the doctor's hips, slender hands coming to rest on the front of the vintage skirt, finger tips tugging at the he, of the fabric. "Morning babe." Jane groaned to her lover, drawing oxygen into her lungs, to savor that natural perfume that is Maura Isles.
As soon as the detective's arms came to a close around her, Maura jerked forward, breaking their hold. Pacing over to the toaster, that popped the bagels up, she harshly set the hot starch onto the plate. "Do not ever babe me again Jane." Her voice mirrored how frigid she truly felt toward Rizzoli at the moment. Withdrawing a silver butter knife, she began to spread thick, ivory cream cheese onto the duo of bagels.
"Why?" Rizzoli inquired, trying to act puzzled and clueless, as if she didn't know why her female companion was acting like this.
Why? WHY? Jane Rizzoli had some nerve to act so foolish, especially after Isles had gathered tons of facts to Jane's infidelity. "You honestly need an explanation? Are you that dense detective, or have come to the wrong conclusion that you are intelligent?" Maura hissed, turning on high heels, whirling around to face Jane.
"Maura what are you accusing me of now?" Oh how naive the brunette tried to act. It wouldn't get any where with her partner. Hasn't worked in the past, won't work now.
"Jane you know I don't accuse, suspect, or guess. I gather evidence to back up my theories, then I make a conclusion. For months now I have been gathering evidence on you, and where you have been gallivanting off to in the odd hours of the night. You keep meeting up with her Jane, even after I caught you doing sexual acts with her the first time. Her perfume clings to your clothing, I do the wash. She wears a flower based perfume, containing extracts from lilac. My question is how could you do this to me? I knew...thought...we were happy." Doctor Isles explained in much detail.
The her that the wonderful M.E keeps referring back to is a woman named Sophie-Lee Fallon. A lanky, lithe ginger headed, emerald eyes busty woman whom was interrogated by Detective Rizzoli six months ago in a case. Lee's female companion was found dead in Miss. Fallon's car in the darker side of Boston. After grilling her, digging through every aspect of Lee's life, they found nothing to prove that she was guilty. So Jane let her go. Something happened though, between them emotionally that is. A spark ignited, and Jane found herself drawn to Sophie, the previous suspect so alluring. Rizzoli and Isles were still in the baby steps of their marriage, only four months in. One evening Maura was kept late at the morgue. Upon returning home she found Jane and Sophie-Lee on the couch. Lee was kneeled on the ground, the detective on the couch with her legs spread wide, Sophie proceeding to give her oral. Jane was swift to stop and apologize over and over again to Maura. Studies proved that humans are capable of changing their ways, so the doctor gave the detective another chance, but asked one thing of her and that was to stay away from Miss. Fallon. Jane didn't listen obviously, and continued to see her almost on a daily basis now.
"Maura..." Jane murmured, trying to approach Maura, but Isles was swift to walk around the island, to place it between them.
"No Jane. Either last night was the last time you two will ever see each other again, and we work on what is broken or lacking in our marriage, or I will march into an attorney's office and file for a divorce." The M.E was not going to play these games anymore. She refused to be her wife's doormat! Something to wipe her feet on at the end of a long day, only to go get mudded up by some...some harlot!
"I swear Maura. I will never see her again." Detective Rizzoli was desperate. In some sick way she did love Isles, but not the normal love you expect to see between two beings who care so profoundly for each other. What made this love sickening is she couldn't imagine herself without Maura, no the M.E was hers! Maura was her possession, like the doctor was some treasured relic. "We're getting a new detective today. She just transferred in. I have to go meet her." Jane started toward the bed room to get dressed, to try to put this morning's fight behind her.
"What's her name?" Maura inquired, curious as to who the new addition to the team was. She would have to meet this woman.
"Calanta Artiso." The detective called out from the hall. She too was excited to meet the new detective, but not for the right reasons.
TO BE CONTINUED...