A/N: Hi there, I have an explanation for certain things but since it'll be long, I've placed it at the bottom of the page.
The night air is a little chilly.
Standing at the entrance and exit of the restaurant they just had dinner in, the Rizzoli-Isles family, take in the night air. The air is fresh and crisp to them; they are warm from their laughing and the glass of wine they each had. On they go, their coats; their arms into the sleeves as the other holds up the other's coat.
Jane Rizzoli, the tallest of the pair, turns to Maura to straighten her knitted cap. Jane makes sure that each strand of that soft golden brown hair stays neat and doesn't make Maura look disarrayed. "Maura, you're beautiful. No matter the state in which you are in but," Jane says to Maura as she continues her check, "You believe in looking professional, in looking good," Jane presses her smile against Maura's knitted cap.
Jane's mother, Angela, had made a matching set for them; a couple of knitted caps for the tightly-knitted couple, those were her exact words. Angela had burst into their home one day, to present to them, in Jane's opinion, ghastly headwear. Maura though thought nothing like that of them, of the headwear, of the knitted caps.
"Didn't someone once say that I always look like I'm ready for a photo shoot? I must keep up that reputation, I suppose?" Maura teases as she sends Jane a look. Jane dutifully lowers her head.
Maura Isles, though mostly in heels, still needs Jane to lower her head to help her out sometimes, especially for tasks like this. "The hats are nice Jane, and it's cold out tonight. It's a wonderful time to put them on," Jane's relatively large mane of unruly raven coloured curls, can get challenging to tuck neatly into a cap, but Maura does her meticulous best; with a career as a medical examiner, being patient and precise, seems in her nature anyway. "There," Maura's smile meets that of Jane's, "My detective's beautiful mind is warm and safe."
"Only you Maura, can put me in a knitted cap," Jane puts on a little pout, "I won't look very badass."
"Do you need to look very badass Jane?" Maura smiles and takes Jane's hand, "I think I would use the word, callipygian, to describe you."
Jane sends a raised eyebrow to her wife.
"That means, you have well-shaped buttocks Jane."
"Maura!" Jane's normally deep voice raises an octave higher with that comment. "There are people listening," Jane smiles, despite her blushing self.
"It's highly acceptable in most cultures and in most relationship guides, to comment on one's spouse's ass."
"Alright, alright Maura, keep the butt compliments to when we're alone at home and not while we're walking on the streets…" Jane kisses Maura's hand, "You have a lovely-shaped butt too Maura," Jane's voice is soft enough for only Maura to hear.
Maura smiles smugly to herself. "A cab, and then home to bed we go?" Maura gently swings their hands.
"Cab and then home to bed," Jane checks for vehicles before they begin to cross the road, "Maybe we can even-"
Jane's words are cut off by a blaring honk.
Glaring headlights, out of nowhere, are all they see.
The night air is a little chilly.
A/N: Hi there, thank you, for the time~
This is a re-upload, with major edits.
If you've been around since its inception, I do so apologize. For its constant change in style, and restructuring. It just annoyed me to no end, how the story sounded so, I had to fix it. It probably annoys you too, to have to read it again, if you do, after each a change. Apologies. As always, no one is under any obligation to read of course, but, I thank you ever so sincerely if you still wish to continue. Thank you, for the time=)
New a/n: Prepare for change! For it has happened - "she" perspective now and, this time it will stick; it was in "you" perspective originally so, it'll stick.