I do not own any of the characters. No profit being made.
Idea from reading The Mephisto Club. Twisted the plot a bit and will include Liv and Alex.
Rated T to M
Blondes Have All the Fun
Chapter One:
"Are you ready yet Maur? If we don't get on the plane soon we're going to miss the damn thing. And I am NOT walking all the way to freak'n New York. Benson insisted we be there ASAP."
"Jane, just a minute. I can't find the right jacket to go with this dress."
"Maura just grab, pack and let's GO. Wear my extra jacket or something, but we gotta go, traffic's a bitch already." Jane stood outside of Maura's bedroom, tapping her foot on the wood floor of the hallway in impatience.
"Jane Rizzoli, I am not wearing your old ratty Boston Red Sox jacket to New York. Just….no." Shaking her head, Maura grabbed her suede jacket in a rich maroon shade out of her walk-in closet, threw her carry on bag over her shoulder and left her bedroom for the ride to the airport.
Maura locked up her house and followed Jane to her 1999 black mustang convertible car, parked proudly in the driveway. The car shined in the bright Boston sunlight. The car was Jane's weekend car; the car she used when she wasn't on shift. Jane once joked to Maura it was her chick magnet on wheels. After observing how easily her friend picked up women when driving the car, Maura knew the joke had a lot of truth behind it. Maura gave her bag to Jane to store in the trunk and eased down into the leather passenger seat. Maura loved the car but she would never tell Jane, it was her little secret.
After a short 25-minute car ride, Jane drove the car down to long-term parking, not sure, if they would be gone 3 days or 2 weeks working with the Manhattan SVU squad. Jane grabbed her bag and Maura's out of the trunk but quickly regretted it and set them on the ground.
"Damn Maur, what did you pack? Cement blocks?"
"Just my shoes and my clothes. I can't wear the standard black badass boots everyday like you do, though you make them look good," Maura said with a wink in Jane's direction.
"Humph. Whatever."
Accepting her fate as the bag carrier, Jane gritted her teeth and picked up both bags again, walking toward the terminal at a fast walk. Maura looked after her friend, puzzled why Jane was walking so fast, but followed her at a brisk walk. They made it through X-Ray and security in 15 minutes, a record for Maura and settled into their first class seats soon after. The ticket upgrade was courtesy of Maura because she informed Jane she would not be flying in coach. Jane having only ridden in first class once before, appeared fascinated by all the business attired people occupying the other seats. Maura giggled at her gawking and poked her in the arm.
"Jane stop looking, nobody will bother us and we shouldn't bother them. It's the first class way."
"Yeah, well I don't like it. I like to know who is next to me. Might be an enemy of mine or something."
"I doubt that. The ticket price for first class is way out of the price range."
"Are you saying I'm low class?"
"Never, I was only trying to get you to relax a bit."
Before Jane had a chance to respond, the flight attendant stopped at their aisle and inquired about beverages. Jane ordered a coke, not feeling like alcohol and Maura ordered a vodka tonic, with a twist. Jane looked over at Maura with a raised eyebrow because Maura rarely drinks hard liquor; she usually gets a cabernet or a wine cooler.
"You okay?" Jane asked.
"I'll be fine. I uh, I really do not like flying." Maura said softly and looked down at her crossed legs.
"Oh, I had no idea. Why didn't you say something when I called Benson to make the final arrangements? I would have been fine with driving ya know. To be honest, I was a little sad seeing the stang all alone in that huge parking garage."
"I didn't want to intrude. It's not a big deal, really."
"Bullshit. Well, if it's a big deal to you and then it's a big deal to me, got it?…" Jane continued with a wink, "if you get real scared, you can grab my hand. I won't bite you."
"I might take you up on that." Maura cleared her throat then said, "Thank you Jane for not making fun of me."
"See that you do. Hang tight and it'll be over before you know it." Jane said as she reached over and grasped Maura's forearm in sympathy.
The flight attendant returned with the beverages and informed them they would be arriving at La Guardia in forty-five minutes. Maura drank half her drink in one gulp while Jane stared at her wide-eyed.
"Wow, thirsty," Jane smiled and took a healthy sip of her cold coke.
"Mild anxiety. Causes dry mouth, sweaty palms and increased heart rate." Maura said with a frown.
"Don't panic attack on me, I left my paper bag at home, wasn't room in the suitcase." Jane said with a big smile, and a quick chuckle.
"Your bag must be very full to not have room for a small paper bag. It must be so full with all your designer suits and Gucci loafers." Maura muttered at Jane, knowing her friend wouldn't be caught dead in a pair of Gucci loafers.
Laughing hysterically at Maura's comment, Jane mumbled out, "OH, yes Maur, I would just…die…. If my Gucci loafers… got scuffed." Maura wasted no time smacking Jane on the bicep in retaliation.
"OH, shush. And I have shoe polish in my bag if they did get scuffed." Maura took another smaller gulp out of her vodka tonic, squeezing the lime nervously.
"Course you do. More than one color too, I bet."
Jane turned her head from Maura to gaze out the window and failed to notice the look of affection Maura shot her. Maura reached over and grabbed Jane's wrist, wrapping tight and leaned back in her seat to wait for the seat belt sign to flash back on, signaling their descent back to solid ground. Jane reached over and laid her free hand on Maura's, holding her solid between both of Jane's wrists.
The dinging of the seat belt sign interrupted Jane's cloud gazing and shook Maura out of her thoughts about her friend. They quickly buckled up and prepared for descent. All too quickly, they were gathering their carry-ons and exiting the plane. Maura led the way, having been to La Guardia multiple times before. Jane gazed around at all the different people, then shook her head and followed Maura to get a taxi. A voice to her right calling her name grabbed her attention. She recognized the voice vaguely. Looking at the shouter oddly, she walked over to find out what was up, not recognizing the woman.
"Hey Maura, hold on for a minute."
Maura stopped walking and stood by Jane's side. A tall woman with brown hair in a pixie cut stood shouting at Jane.
"I assume that's Detective Benson?"
"I would guess so. She certainly looks like a cop to me."
"It's the stance, but yes, I agree."
"Stance?"
"The 'I'm a badass' posture: feet apart, shoulders straight, neck stretched."
"So, are you trying to tell me you have cop-dar?"
"I observe body language, that's all."
Jane threw her head back and laughed, "Maura, you're a riot. Please don't ever change."
"Not possible. I am who I am."
Jane reached Detective Benson, introducing herself and Maura. Jane sized Olivia up with her eyes. Jane smiled at Olivia when she saw her doing the same thing. Deep brown eyes met lighter brown at exactly the same level. Both women smiled at each other. Maura saw both women and raising her hand to cover her mouth, gave a small giggle behind her hand. Jane glared at her and she faked a cough to cover.
Jane stuck out her hand, "I'm Jane Rizzoli," with a nod of her head in Maura's direction, "and this is Doctor Maura Isles, Boston PD's Chief Medical Examiner."
"Would you ladies like to go to your hotel first or would you like to see the body? Either is fine with me. My Captain asked me to pick you up and take you wherever you would like to go." with a wink at both women, she said in a low voice, "I'm yours for the day."
Jane raised her eyebrow at the other Detective's phrasing and the wink, but refrained from making a lewd comment, having just met the woman and sure if her cavalier attitude would be appreciated.
Jane turned to Maura, "what would you like to do? I'm flexible, but I would like to get a start on reading what you have in the file so far. I can read wherever," she said with a shrug of her leather encased broad shoulders.
"I would really like to change my clothes and freshen up before we get to work." Maura replied.
"Okay then, I'll take you both to your hotel first, and then we will decide from there. Why don't you both get freshened up, and I'll wait in the café downstairs until you're finished. Then we can eat something and discuss our approach for today.
"Sounds fabulous." Maura all but squealed out.
"Yeah I'm starving and I would sell my mother for a cup of coffee right about now."
"I know exactly how you feel most days, but I'd sell my squad mates first, "Olivia replied in a serious tone.
Olivia led the way out of the terminal and to her detective car, which was the exact same shade as Jane's.
"Hey look Maur, she stole my car…"Jane, giggled out, turning to her side to flash Maura a teasing smile.
"Pay her no mind Detective Benson; she forgot her medication this morning."
Olivia hefted their bags into the trunk of the car, releasing a grunt when she picked up Maura's but kept her comments about the weight to herself not wanting to embarrass her new colleagues. She got in the driver's side, waiting for the other women to do the same.
"HarHar so funny, Doc Isles." Jane mumbled out under her breath before getting in the backseat, allowing Maura to sit in the passenger side with Benson, ladies first and all that polite behavior Jane excelled at.
Jane stared out the window the whole trip to the hotel, watching to people on the sidewalks, and listening with half an ear to Maura and Olivia talking in the front seat. She loved the sound of Maura's voice and the different variances of pitch when she was excited. She went into super explanation mode when speaking with other law enforcement and Olivia was no exception.
All too soon, Olivia pulled the car into the hotel-parking garage and the women all exited the vehicle. Jane grabbed both bags, not wanting to subject Olivia to the cement weight of Maura's bag and led the way to the check-in desk. Olivia and Maura followed her at a more sedate pace, continuing their conversation on DNA.
Jane gave the desk clerk the information from their reservation confirmation. After several minutes of checking the computer, the desk clerk informed Jane that only one room appeared to be reserved under her name. The room had a queen size bed and was a suite. Maura appeared at the desk with Olivia and Jane informed them of the screw-up.
"OH, do they have any other rooms available?" Maura asked while nibbling on her bottom lip nervously. Olivia rolled her eyes at the predicament, and gave a deep belly laugh. Jane glared at both women in response, then turned to repeat the question to the desk clerk.
"I'm afraid the only rooms available include the suites, one of which I have you reserved for. There is an AMA convention in town and all available hotels within the area are booked solid. I'm sorry." The clerk responded with a sheepish expression.
"Shit…I guess we share then." Jane released a sigh of frustration, "just give me the register and the key and get this taken care of."
Maura set her credit card on the desk, "I got this Jane. I booked requested this hotel. You shouldn't have to afford the $400 a night price for my preference."
Jane stared at Maura for a minute and then decided the insuring fight about who pays would not be worth it. Besides, at the nightly rate, Jane's card would be maxed out in just three days.
"Whatever Maura. Grab the key and let's go up, I want a shower."
"Hey I'm going to go and sit and wait for you two over there," Olivia pointed in the direction of the café and started to walk away without waiting for a response from the other women.
"Wait Detective, we have a sitting room in the suite, why don't we order room service and talk in the privacy of our room. We will be more comfortable without the threat of any wandering ears." Maura insisted to Olivia's back. Olivia turned around, smiled and walked with the women to the elevator to take them up to their room.
"Yeah she's probably right anyways." Jane agreed once they boarded the elevator and the doors closed. Jane stood beside Maura at the back of the elevator, resting the bags on the grab bar. Olivia stood in front of the two women, staring at the closed door. Maura stared at Jane then at Olivia briefly before looking down at her shoes. The elevator stopped, they exited and went to their room. Maura unlocked the door and allowed the other two women to enter first, knowing their reactions before she heard them.
"Holy fuck." Jane shouted when she stepped foot inside the elaborately decorated suite.
"Ditto." Olivia agreed.
Maura glared at Jane's cursing mouth before shaking her head and following Jane into the bedroom area, leaving Olivia to get situated in the sitting room. Jane set Maura's bag gently down on the dark red bedspread.
"You shower first Maur; I want to read over the case file. I'll order us some coffee." Jane suggested and tossed her bag into the garment closet with a thud. She turned and walked back to the sitting area without waiting for a response.
Maura shook her head at Jane's get started attitude and picked out a new outfit then went into the bathroom to freshen up.
Jane sat on the sofa opposite Olivia, called down for some coffee and reached over, "give me the file." Handing the file to Jane, Olivia sat back and observed her face as she read and looked at the crime scene photos. Jane barely flinched, but her eyes widened slightly when she reached the part about the sexual assault evidence.
"So, we got two different types of condom lubricant found inside the victim. She was gang raped?"
"That is what we believe; a team of killers hunting. Vicap indicated your victim was also gang raped with the same brands of condom residue left behind. It appears NYC is his hunting ground. Your body was just a fluke."
"Perhaps. Is the FBI going to be barreling in and overriding our investigation?"
"I sure fucking hope not, but who knows. We have an FBI profiler we use and he is part of the team. It was actually his suggestion to pull you into the team."
"Is he a hot-head know-it-all like all FBI?"
"No, his name is George Huang and he is a psychiatrist. He helps us to predict the suspect's next move, and keeps a very background appearance in our investigations. He rarely intrudes, but he will if he feels the need and we give him authority when that happens. Our goal is to solve the crime, not measure penis sizes."
"Hmm. We've had the FBI involved in a few of our investigations and I have to say, I hate the bastards. Haven't met one I liked yet."
"You might like Wong. I have a feeling your ME will enjoy talking with Dr. Huang. Both science types and such."
"Yeah, Doc Isles is such a nerd sometimes and enjoys flexing her knowledge capacity whenever able. I am ashamed to say, I tune her out when she goes on her rambles. She means well though, so don't feel bad if you do end up tuning her out before we leave your fair city. "
"No, I enjoyed talking with her on DNA evidence. Very smart woman." Olivia smiled at Jane and gave a wink.
"Whatever ya know." Jane mumbled in response to the wink. A feeling of possessiveness sparked in her abdomen at the glaze in Olivia's brown eyes. She'd seen that look before mirrored in her own brown eyes whenever a beautiful woman entered her line of sight. To see it directed at her best friend, made Jane uncomfortable and anxious.
A knock on the door indicated the coffee had arrived and Jane jumped up to allow the cart to be wheeled into the room, tipping the attendant and sending her on her way. Turning around to face Olivia, she noticed her staring at the bedroom doorway and following her line of sight saw Maura entering the sitting room, curls bouncing with each step.
Releasing a cough to cover her almost swallowing her tongue at Maura's beauty, she stepped up to the coffee cart and quickly pouring a cup, downed it in one scorching gulp.
"Well I'm gonna shower now." She went to the bedroom, passing Maura in a flash and retreating to the safety of the bathroom. Remembering she forgot a change of clothes, she stepped back out of the bathroom and hearing laughter from the sitting room, sneaked up to the doorway and peeked at Maura sitting closely by Olivia. Maura was leaning over against Olivia and reading the case file out of Olivia's lap, her hand resting on Olivia's forearm.
"OH, so that's how it's gonna be then Maur." She muttered softly before grabbing her clothes and disappearing once again into the bathroom to mull over the swirling of her stomach and the sudden anger towards Olivia.
A/N: Let me know how you like this first chapter….. I'm not sure if I should keep it up and continue or just scrap it. Reviews make me smile ;+)