This is from the beautiful mind of my co-writer. She suggested to do a story about Titanic with Jane and Maura and well here we are.
Enjoy and feedback is ALWAYS welcomed
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Jane Rizzoli liked to think of herself as a strong, hard working woman that could do anything a man could do. Hell, She was even better in her mind. As a construction worker, her hands were rough and scared. Dirt was under her nails mostly and on her clothes. She would watch the rich walk by and turn up their noses at her and it pissed the tall brunette off. Just because she was a woman in mens clothes didn't mean she was any less of a person than them.
Walking into the Coffee shop of Southampton, Jane paid for her cup of coffee and sat down at a small round table and opened up her newspaper. Sighing heavily at the picture of the 'Ship of Dreams' she shook her head. "Bloody sexists."
Maura Isles came from a rich family. Her mother ran a art gallery and it seemed like money literally grew on the trees for these ladies. She had a 3 year old daughter named Amaya, whom was her overall everything. The father of this beautiful blue eye baby scattered like ants, when they have been disturbed from its natural habitat, the day he found out the blond was pregnant. Single mothering, it wasn't all that bad although she missed having someone by her side.
The year was 1912 when the blond was asked to attend one of her mother's galleries. Her mother resided in New York and Maura was currently living in Southampton with her daughter. She always wanted to travel to New York. She had always heard beautiful stories and adventures from her friends after having visited the big apple and it intrigued the short woman. To celebrate the invitation she went to a coffee shop with Amaya to plan the trip that would take place a week from that day.
Minding her own business, Ms. Rizzoli sat in the chair with the paper in front of her face, when she felt something wet and cold hit her lap. Getting to her feet quickly after shouting a few curse words, she slammed the paper down on the table then saw the cause of the incident.
A guilty, blue eyed little girl was staring back up at her.
"Oh... sweetie. I'm sorry for shouting. It just... surprised me." She stooped down to the child's level and smiled. "My pants will dry."
Maura was just about to order when she heard a woman cursing, she also realized her daughter wasn't next to her. "Amaya?" she called out looking around her.
Jane looked passed the little girl and saw a gorgeous blond woman coming their way in a hurry. "Let me guess. This must be your angel, huh?" Jane stood back up and smiled softly at the beauty.
"Oh dear, Amaya!" the blond yelled rushing to her baby girl. "I am so sorry ma'am, oh dear. Yes she's mine. Amaya, say sorry to the lady" she said as she looked to her daughter with such embarrassment.
Amaya looked way up to the tall brunette then walked to her table and picked up a napkin that was hanging slightly off the edge. Handing it to Jane she shrugged, trying not to show her embarrassment. "I sawry."
The ex construction worker took the napkin and smiled right before stooping down again. "It's okay, sweetie. No harm done."
The shorter woman smiled then toke her daughter's hand. "I'm so sorry, this little girl will not stay still" she stated with an apologetic tone.
Jane smiled. "Don't worry about it. A fresh cup of joe would make up for it." She said holding up her empty cup.
"The name is Jane Rizzoli." She mentioned after setting her mug down then extending her hand to the mother.
"Cup of Joe is coming right up" the woman smiled. "Maura, Maura Isles. It's a pleasure to meet you and this here.." she paused after shaking the brunettes hand then looking down to get baby "This is Amaya Isles."
Jane smiled and shook Maura's hand. "It's very nice to meet you ladies. I'd love it if you joined me for coffee and milk." She smiled down at Amaya."
"We will be delighted, right Baby" she asked bending down kissing her daughters cheek.
"Mmhmm" the blue eyes girl answered as she walked around taking a seat.
"Can you watch her for me while I order?" the woman asked.
"I sure can." She pulled the chair out for the little angel.
"Why not wearing dress like Mommy?" Amaya asked curiously.
Jane leaned in close and whispered. "Because I don't like dresses."
The little girl then giggled with her big eyes.
Maura ordered keeping a close eye on her daughter. A warm smile came across as she studied the integration between the girls.
"Has she asked you a million questions yet?" Ms. Isles asked as she placed the drinks on the table.
Rizzoli looked up at the woman and smirked. "No ma'am. Not too many." She took her mug and nodded as an unspoken thank you.
The blond took a seat across from Amaya as she handed her the chocolate milk. "So Ms. Rizzoli, what do you do for a living?" she asked as she analyzed the woman's clothing and all.
"Well I was a construction worker on the famous Titanic." She smiled slightly.
"Is that so, it's a magnificent ship, enormous in its size" she said impressed.
"Yes, ma'am." Jane smiled. "It's known to be the largest man-made moving object in the world. But of course the bigger it is the slower it moves. It's top speed is around 23 knots."
"Impressive" the woman smirked. "Is it safe?" Maura added.
With a nod she answered. "It's called the Unsinkable Ship for a reason."
"Oh Ms. Rizzoli everything and anything will break down at one point" the woman leaned back on her chair crossing her legs.
Jane smiled. "You're correct, Ms. Isles but you see this ship is new." She looked at the paper and pointed to the front of the boat at the railings. "Those there, I made welded them with my own hands."
Amaya looked up with wide eyes. And Jane nodded with a grin.
"I'll tell you a secret that no one knows about. See those four towers or as we call them 'smoke stacks'? Only three of them are functional. The fourth is just for looks." The brunette winked.
"I see" Maura took her curious daughter and placed her on her lap as both mother and child looked at the Titanic. "Well elegance is also written all over this ship isn't it?" the blonde stated looking up to the brunette with such penetrating eyes and a half smile.
"Yes it is." She said looking into those gorgeous hazel orbs. "The tickets cost almost $5,000. I helped build this thing and I'll never be able to step foot on it. It's for the rich. RMS Titanic is for the royal and rich. Not for people like me."
"I uh..." she pause looking down not wanting to tell this worker she was one among the rich and among the people whom will aboard the magnificent ship.
Jane bit her lip. "Oh, you're one of the rich aren't you? Well, I wish you the best on it. I hope it's everything you've ever dreamed a ship would be."
The blonde nodded before glancing to her daughter and then back to Jane. "I'm sure it is, I mean if amazing workers like yourself helped built this incredible ship I believe it will be delightful."
"It's truly magnificent." Taking a sip of coffee the worker's eyes never left the rich woman's. Setting her cup back down she spoke. "You seem different than the rest."
Ms. Isles hugged and kissed her daughter not taking her eyes away from this woman either. "Different? In what way?" she asked in wonder.
"You're more humble than the others. They would get one look at me and turn their noses up. You... are sitting at this table and having a conversation with me. I appreciate it. A lot actually."
"Well my mother always thought me never to judge people before knowing them. You're a hard worker... You probably work harder then this bloody rich people" she whispered the last part leaning in a bit.
Jane leaned in a bit closer to hear the whisper and nodded. "Yeah. But because of my gender I wasn't allowed to finish the construction on the ship. I snuck on as a man. My hair hidden in my cap and of course the men clothing. My identity was found out when my cap blew off one day and well... yeah."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Men and their pride. They think just because we're women, we can't do their jobs." Maura replied with an annoyed tone looking straight to the brunette.
"We can do it much better than they. Women are brains. Some if your lucky are brains and brawn, while men just have brawn." Jane chuckled
"I like the way you think Jane, I'm presume your boyfriend and yourself have some interesting conversations about this topic?" Maura smiled, running her fingers along her daughters honey blonde short hair.
"I'm sure we would if I actually had a man in my life." She smirked.
Deciding she would find out if Maura was with someone she looked to the little girl. "And I bet you don't look anything like your daddy. You're just as beautiful as your Mommy."
"Oh I see" she replied looking then to her daughter giving her a big hug. "Well you are correct she does look like me, but I'm actually glad her father is not here to argue this fact" Ms. Isles giggled looking to the brunette.
Rizzoli gave her famous dimpled smile. She knew she didn't stand a chance with a woman like Maura Isles but she could always dream. "So your husband thinks she looks more like him huh?"
"Oh no, that man left us when he found out I was with child. Never did we see him again and quite frankly we don't need him" she stated.
Jane smiled. "You're a strong woman to be doing this on your own. But I'm sure that little angel is worth it."
"Why thank you, it gets hard at times but..." she paused looking to Amaya. "She is worth every struggle" the blond smiled. "do you have any children Ms. Rizzoli?"
She could see the absolute unconditional love between mother and child. It reminded the brunette of what she used to have with her own mother. "No, no children. I haven't been blessed with them yet."
"Thy are a blessing, and a pain too" Maura chuckled.
Amaya looked up at Maura with a gaping mouth. "Dat's not being beary nice."
Jane cracked up in laughter.
The blond laughed along with the brunette. No one had ever made Maura feel so calm, so comfortable, so... she wasn't sure, the feeling was hard to explain but the woman loved it. "I'm sorry baby but... Sorry" she said with a big smile as she hugged her daughter tight.
The worker smirked then looked down at her empty cup.
"I would really enjoy having another cup of coffee with you. I'm here every morning, same time if you ever want to stop back in." Jane mentioned.
Ms. Isles smiled feeling a bit nervous. "That would be lovely, Amaya and I need to get out of the house more often." the blonde looked over at the grandfather clock in the cafe then back to Jane "Oh my we must start heading out. Maybe I'll see you around?" she asked as she stood up carrying her daughter in her arms.
"Definitely."
This will be continued but we would love to know what you think so far. What do you think will happen. Other than the ship sinking cuz that's just obvious lol
