Random Rizzles Phonecalls

A/N: I'll keep adding to this whenever a Rizzles oneshot that somehow has to do with a phonecall comes to my mind (hence the title, duh ;-) POV's and ratings may vary and will be indicated at the beginning of each oneshot. Happy reading! :)

PS: Everything written in between ** is texting.

EDIT 01/27/2014: If you have any ideas for phonecall-related oneshots, leave a review or PM me :)

Two Digits

Rating: T for language.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Summary: Jane's got a new cellphone, and her new phone number is very similar to Maura's. Which is why people who actually want to speak to Maura keep accidentally calling Jane... Written from Jane's POV.

The first time it happened, I was sitting at my desk doing paperwork.

Vrrrrt vrrrt!

"Rizzoli?"

"Oh, seems like I dialed the wrong number. Sorry for disturbing you and goodbye."

"Yeah, bye." But the person on the other end of the line had already ended the call.

The second time occured only a few hours later. I was still stuck at my paperwork-covered desk, and so were Frost and Korsak, when there was that Vrrrt vrrrt noise again. Putting my pen down, I took the call. "Rizzoli."

"Oh... sorry... I must have dialed the wrong nummer."

Really? Again?

"Again?"

Crap, I didn't mean to say that out loud... "Yep, you're already the second person today who accidentally called me by dialling the wrong number."

"Really? That's odd... Oh, I think I've found the problem."

"Yeah?"

"The person I wanted to call and you - your phone numbers differ in only two digits." The woman gave a little laugh. "Anyway, sorry for disturbing you and have a nice day."

"Yeah, you too. Bye." I hung up and went back to work.

The next day, my phone remained quiet... until noon, that is. Rolling my eyes and muttering something like, "I swear, if this is someone diallin' the wrong number again..." I took the call. "Rizzoli."

"Heyyyyy Janie," said a cheerful voice that made me frown: "Giovanni, I don't remember givin' my phone number to you."

"Nah, you didn't, but your hawt doctor friend gave me hers."

"Maura did what?!"

"Gave me her number, ya can ask her."

"Oh don't worry, I will." Suddenly remembering something from the day before, I asked my old classmate to repeat Maura's phone number to me, which he did. Except that it wasn't Maura's number.

Mentally preparing myself for what was to come, I took a deep breath. "Listen, G, I've got a new phone, and my new phone number's almost the same as Maura's."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Just the last two digits are different. Maura's got 96, I've got... That's not funny, damnit!" I punched the 'end call' button on my phone, threw the device onto my desk, and let out a puff of air that earned me a worried look from Korsak. "You okay over there?"

"One word: Giovanni..." I sighed.

"Your highschool classmate Giovanni?"

"Exactly. 'You're battin' for the other team and there's a sixty-nine at the end of your phone number!'- That's just the kind of joke he laughs about."

"Uh, Jane?" Frost piped up. "You're not really...?"

"Course not, but Giovanni thinks I'm gay. It's a long story." I glanced at my watch, grabbed my phone, and texted Maura: *Lunch together?*

She was quick to reply. *Sure. Let's meet at the café in 20 minutes."

We did just that, and as soon as we'd found a free table, I couldn't hold back anymore: "Maura, why the hell did you give your phone number to Giovanni?"

"I didn't," she claimed.

"Oh yeah? Then where did he get your number from?"

"Well, you know I invited him over to my house-"

"... and kicked him out when he tried to lick your face-"

"... yes, but the point is that I went to the bathroom once and left my phone recharging on the kitchen table."

"So Giovanni stalked your phone? Asshole."

"Jane!"

"What? Stalkin' people's phones isn't nice!" I protested a little weakly and rubbed my forearm where Maura had punched it.

"Well, neither is cursing," she retorted with a smile - that smile she used to talk me into wearing dresses, eating veggies, or running a marathon with her. In a spandex outfit that said P.U.K.E. - definitely one of the most embarassin' moments in my life. I smiled a little at the memory before coming back to topic: "Fine, cursing is bad, but stalkin' your phone is worse, which is why we should take revenge on Giovanni. Any ideas?"

Well, I had no idea my best friend had such a mean streak in her... Let's just say Giovanni spent the next week running around in search of the person who had changed all his ringtones to random Disney songs.

THE END

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