I do not own the characters and I am not making a profit off this bit of loopy scripts coloring this page.
Rated M for scary and sexy stuff. It's also a bit of a spoof since the new Rizzles book came out this week.
This is a jump off of my previous smut story Sugar-Coated. I will beta this when I upload number two, so sorry for any rambles or perommas…that's periods that wanna be commas.
Judicious Jane
Chapter One: Invitation
"Hey Jane…we need to leave now… if we want to get good seats," Maura shouted to her wife from the doorway of her closet.
A squeal of triumphant escaped her lips as she spotted the flash of dark red amongst all her shades of white and cream.
"Oh yes. This is the color I wanted." She eased her light weight dress off its padded hanger and slipped it over her head, tugging it down her torso to hug her dips and curves. Slipping on her sandals, she flipped her loose hair over her shoulder and exited her walk-in closet, flicking the light out as she went.
Jane ignored her wife as she squealed in her closet. Jane was issued her own walk-in closet when they first moved in together. Rolling her eyes, she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, gazing intently at her reflection, silently making note of the difference since her wedding day three years prior.
The long curls she sported for a hairstyle in her early thirties now chopped down to a seven inch long style. A squirt of gel and she was ready to rock each morning. She was afraid at first of resembling a poodle, but her wife's solicitous attentions since she first sheared off her locks had quickly changed her opinion. She whined to Maura that she looked even more like a lesbian than before. Maura just smiled then gently kissed the wedding band adorning Jane's finger and whispered, "that's why I married you."
Staring into her dark brown eyes, Jane frowned at the deepening lines, now present around her mouth. How can I have wrinkles already? I'm only thirty-eight. Dark brown eyes now scowled back at her from the reflective glass and she squashed the urge to flip herself off. Attitude's still intact. Shaking her head at her nagging wife because Maura was no doubt still in her closet, Jane flicked the collar of her white dress shirt straight and smiled to herself.
"Okay, it's go time Rizzoli," she muttered under her breath as she turned and flicked the light out. She walked out of the bathroom with solid thumping steps on hardwood, twirling her wedding band around her finger nervously.
Maura stepped out of the bedroom, tugging her dress straight then turned towards her wife and smiled.
Jane stopped fidgeting and gazed into loving green meant only for her. Even after four years of being intimate with Maura, she still stole the air from Jane's lungs with the power of her beauty. Jane smiled back and held our her hand. Maura sauntered up to Jane and clasped her left hand tight within her left, their wedding bands clinking softly as they bumped together.
"You look handsome Jane," Maura whispered against warm skin as she leaned up to kiss her wife then pulled away.
"Well gorgeous, shall we go?" Jane gallantly asked and smiled at the beautiful creature standing before her like a love struck teenager.
"We better or else we will be late. You know how I hate tardiness."
"I know, I know." Jane opened the garage door, tugging Maura along until they reached the dark blue BMW convertible. She opened the door, allowing her wife to fold down inside before she shut the door softly and raced around to the driver's side.
Jane jumped into the leather seat with a plop and smiled at Maura as she started the engine. Purring with pleasure along with the smooth pistons as they pumped under the hood, she shifted the car and drove out of their garage. Then pointed the car downtown towards the international chain bookstore Burke and Fables.
She really didn't want to go with Maura, but agreed to come just to spend quality time with her wife, a rarity between both of their hectic careers.
Maura's favorite author Georgie Tosh was scheduled to give a speech and autograph books. She had been looking forward to this day for seven months, ever since the book series was purchased by a television network and converted to a live action show series. She relentlessly subjected Jane to all the critiques over the heroine's antics and the prattled on about the quirky information available on the author's blog site.
It was enough to make Jane never want to hear the authors name again.
After running two red lights and driving five miles over the speed limit the whole way there, Jane slipped the car into a parking spot not far from the door to the bookstore. Maura glanced at her watch as she hopped out of the car quickly.
"Hurry Jane, we only have five minutes."
Jane shook her head, set the alarm on her baby and followed her fast walking wife across the parking lot. "Hey Speedy, wait for me," she muttered to swinging red covered hips. Maura heard Jane and stopped at the double doors to wait for her to catch up. A man walked by Jane, keeping the same pace for a few steps, giving her a foot to head assessment then glimpsed towards Maura and did the same.
Jane cringed. "Hey sleaze…what the fuck are you looking at?" Brown eyes challenged the short man.
"You." He walked away without a backwards glance.
"Well.." Jane started to shout, but stopped as he kept walking into the bookstore. She reached Maura and said, "can you believe that as swipe?"
"Language darling, we are in public. Your genes make you very pleasing to most of the male population. Did you know that males.." Jane clamped a hand tightly around plump lips and whispered, "if I can't curse then you can't go Google on me tonight. I know all about my appeal to the male population, but I only ever cared about my appeal towards you."
Plump lips smiled against a warm palm as Maura grabbed Jane's hand and squeezed. She mumbled, "come on."
"I'm coming as quickly as I can. Stamina is the first to go with old age." Jane mumbled and stepped inside, still holding Maura's hand tightly. She took a deep breath and smiled at the scent of strong coffee in the air as it mingled with the different perfumes from customers. An odd scent to appreciate but Jane did. Her brown eyes flicked around the store and saw ninety percent women, eight percent men, and two percent she would classify as other according to her gender bending rules.
"Great, spending the night with a bunch of women." She preferred hanging out with men, finding their silence comforting, and she enjoyed sleeping with women, finding their bodies sweet and softer than a mans. She hated the constant chatter women use to fill the silence of between one thought and the next. After twenty minutes, Jane always became annoyed with her female friends. That was how she knew it was love at first sight when she met Maura Isles. Maura chattered and Jane enjoyed the cadence of her speech, even craved it when the squad room became too silent.
A squeeze to the arm, brought Jane back to the present and out of her fond memories of when she first met her wife. "Why don't you go get some coffee and browse around." Maura looked at Jane then said, "I know you don't want to be here for Miss. Tosh. You're here for me, and I thank you for that. So…go on." She smiled at Jane then turned around, prancing over in her high heels to take a seat by the long table set out for the author.
With a shake of her head, Jane turned to head towards the Gay and Lesbian section and took a step. A warm body collided into hers. On instinct she reached out and grabbed onto the body to keep them both from spilling haplessly to the floor.
"I'm.." a soft lilting voice said.
"Hey.." a brash Boston accented voice said.
A woman stood before Jane. Sparkling blue eyes met her scowling brown at equal level. Jane hit six feet tall in her bare feet.
"I'm so sorry Miss," the soft lilting voice said again.
Jane let go of the woman and stepped back in order to get a good look at her. She wore dark khaki pants and a button down blouse. "Rizzoli. It's Detective Rizzoli." She extended her hand.
"Detective Rizzoli then, I am so sorry. Are you all right?" A warm hand grabbed Jane's in a firm clasp and shook in a slow and delicate handshake.
"I'm fine Miss?" Jane raised an eyebrow in inquiry.
"Tosh. Georgie Tosh, the author of the Sarah Ruin series. Guest author here today."
"Ahh. Of course I would crash into you of all people," Jane mumbled, a blush coloring her cheeks as she dropped her gaze to the floor.
"Excuse me?" The soft voice hardened.
Jane smiled sheepishly. "I'm..uh here with my wife. She dragged me to your book signing and I..well I'm a klutz and run into people all the time. Completely my fault here." She took a step back away, wanting to flee before she embarrassed herself further in front of Maura's idol.
Georgie reached out and laid her hand on Jane's strong forearm. She gazed at darting brown eyes and wanted to put this klutzy stranger at ease. "It's not completely your fault. I mean..I did clobber into you first."
"No.." Jane gazed down at the warm hand on her arm. A shiver ran through her body at the gently touch. "I need to go…nice meeting you." She backed away quickly, turned and practically ran away from the imposing author.
"Huh." Georgie watched the dark haired stranger run away. She quietly pondered the other woman's skittish behavior. Then shrugged as no legitimate answer came. Chaos in the form of various high pitched women all chattering at once erupted behind her but she didn't turn around, instead she stood still and chewed on her pen for solace, a habit leftover from primary school.
"She said she came here with her wife…maybe the wife is the jealous type?" she muttered to herself. "So where is the wife?" She looked around and saw at least three dozen women all scattered around the long table, adorned with stacks upon stacks of her new release. "Anyone could be the wife."
A tall man approached Georgie. "Miss. Tosh…we are ready for you." She glanced down at him then over in the direction Jane headed. "Miss. Tosh?"
"Be there in a jiff." She shook her head, deciding it didn't really matter why the woman ran off so fast and walked over to the table. The surrounding patrons clapped loudly. Georgie blushed and took her seat. The tall man introduced her and she smiled and gave her speech of welcome and thanks. She read a chapter. The patrons listening clapped loudly, then lined up to meet her and get her autograph.
Several women and two men moved through the line and Georgie barely noticed, having met hundreds of people by the release of the fourth Sarah Ruin book. Her signature blurring with each book that passed beneath her pen. After twenty minutes and about thirty patrons, a short man stepped in front of Georgie and tossed a book down in front of her. "Sign this."
Georgie glanced at the man and looked down at his ruffled black hair and his mustache. The tiny hairs on her arms singed with alert. She met dark eyes and said, "don't you mean to say please?"
He gazed into cold blue eyes and said, "I didn't say please…so no."
She glared at him and flipped open the cover of the book. Looking down she noticed dark blue already marred the first page. "Umm, It's.."
He growled. "Just sign already."
In blue ink she read: READ ME::
Stay quiet and make no sudden moves, you are being watched. Sign your name here…hand back the book and politely excuse yourself to the restroom. Walk back slowly. Do not run or signal for help. If you do, then you will be sorry. We are watching.
She glanced up. Ten more patrons remained in line. She signed then gave the book back with a smile. Fear skittered along her spine as she whispered to the manager and did as ordered. The manager looked confused but pointed towards the back of the store. She nodded and walked. Her eyes darted back and forth, anticipating danger.
"Hey Miss Tosh?" a soft voice called to her as she slowly walked by. She didn't slow her pace. "Miss Tosh?" the voice said, stronger this time. Detective Rizzoli stepped out from the cover of the bookshelves and stood beside her, reaching out a warm hand and grabbing her elbow. She was tugged back and the hand forced her to a stop. Wide blue eyes whipped around to see scowling brown looking at her.
"If you don't want to talk to me than fine, but I wanted to say sorry again for almost trampling you. And to congratulate you on your speech. It…was nice."
Georgie glanced back over her shoulder, remembering the note said she was being watched and glared into dark brown eyes. "Thank you." She shook her elbow and felt the clasping fingers release immediately. "Now if you will excuse me?"
"Sure…" Jane frowned at the sudden flat harshness in the previously polite lilting voice. She watched the woman glance around the bookstore as if looking for something then walked away from her. "Huh, wonder what's up."
Glancing around, Jane saw the man from earlier, the sleazebag that checked her out, standing by a bookcase, holding the new release and whistling softly. His eyes darted up and met hers. Darkness clouded her thoughts suddenly as she recognized the gleam in his eye; she'd seen it in the eyes of perpetrators before when they assumed they outwitted her.
"Uhoh," she mumbled as her eyes went back towards the restrooms, back to where the author went to just moments ago, then she flicked her gaze back to the man.
He smiled a not very nice smile, causing the hairs on the back of Jane's neck to stand up in alarm.
Georgie marched away as fast as possible and stepped through the doors to the restroom. A nylon covered hand grabbed her neck, the thumb strategically placed over her windpipe and the fingers wrapping around the back.
Green eyes looked down into hers from a few inches above her head. Her body went still under the glare of hate emanating at her.
"What are you after?" she gasped. "What have I done?" The hand around her neck squeezed.
In a low harsh tone, the green eyed person said, "bait."
A/N: The Muse insisted I watch 'Don't Say a Word' while writing today, so any black clad burglar fantasies are strictly from her.
I read The Silent Girl also yesterday which probably swayed her more than ever. I'm writing chapter two soon.
So is Jane going to save the author? Rush in and be a knight in leather armor or is she going to get herself in a pickle too? BTW, this is sort of to be a continuation of my earlier fiction SugarCoated because the gals are…like married already.
Does anybody like it so far or is it a total waste of typing?
