AN The idea came from a french tv show. Don't know what's it called, but I wouldn't say even if I did. That'd give the plot away. Kinda.
So here.
Maura stretched and got up from her best friend's bed with a very lady-like yawn. She tagged into the bathroom with still half-closed eyes. After fifteen minutes of refreshing and awakening shower she emerged with a bright smile of the person who is ready to embrace whatever the new day may throw in her way. Her eyes fell on the figure, which still slept soundly on Jane's bed.
Well, maybe not everything.
Maura stopped dead in tracks. Instead of the dark mane of curly hair of Boston-Italian Jane Rizzoli, she saw short brown haired head on the body, which didn't even belong to a female.
The M.E.'s breathing started to accelerate. She felt her hands start to tremble. Looking around the room in hopes to find something that could have been used as a weapon, she spotted Jane's softball bat. Grabbing it quickly, she spoke in the most threatening voice she could muster.
"Who are you and what have you done to Jane?"
The stranger in the bed groaned and opened his eyes lazily. His unfocused gaze became alert the moment he spotted the dangerous looking honey-blonde. He set up.
"What the hell, Maura?! Did you hit your head or something? Put that bat down!"
Maura's mouth hung open. Her hazel eyes almost popping out of her beautiful head. The bat fell on the floor with a heavy thud.
"Ja-, Jane?" She managed finally, inching closer to the person on the bed.
The man's face changed into the 'Duh!' expression.
"Who else?!"
The doctor went pale, her even more shaking hand covering her mouth, "Jane? You're Jane?" She asked again, not believing her eyes, or her ears.
The man's brows furrowed in confusion, "What is it? Maura, you're scaring me." He watched as the M.E. approached with a tentatively reached out hand. The doctor looked like she was afraid to get any closer, but couldn't stay away from the stranger, who claimed to be her best friend, either.
"Something on my face?" He asked, his tone half-joking, half-concerned.
The honey-blonde nodded, without taking her eyes off the man. "Facial hair." She uttered.
The dark haired man fell back with a groan. "Really? You decide to start telling jokes now?" He looked over at the clock. "Oh my god, it's six am. Why are you up on six am on your day off? Why am I awake on six am on my day off? Your attempt at joking is so not appreciated. Almost gave me a heart attack."
The man, well, Jane, threw his feet on the floor and went in the bathroom, stretching on her way, without stopping to whine. The doctor was left gaping after him like a fish. Now starting to wonder whether this stranger was really her friend or not. Well, he certainly whined like the dark haired detective.
Soon there was an ear-drum-bursting cry in the next room.
"What the fuck!" was repeated for good ten times, then there was a cry for Maura, "Maura, what the hell is this?" and "I have a fucking dick! I have a fucking penis." The doctor could tell the person in the bathroom was on the verge of tears. "Get in here and help me!" Then he must have changed his mind, "No, don't come in!"
Maura was torn between running in the bathroom and staying as far from it as possible. Then she made a decision and walked to the door carefully. "Are you…uh…are you alright?"
There was another cry, "Alright?! Of course I'm not alright! How can anyone grow a penis overnight? Get in here and help me!"
The doctor had never heard a grown man bawl over having a penis. That made her even more suspicious.
Maura wasn't sure how she could help in this situation, but she reached for the door handle anyway.
Alright, she thought, hand wrapped around the handle, take deep breaths, Maura. Gosh, how is this happening? Alright, calm down. I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation. I just have to get a closer look. She almost blushed. Get a hold of yourself, she shook her head, closer look at the situation.
When the doctor walked through the door Jane's outbursts have stopped and she, well he, was staring at herself, or himself, in the bathroom mirror.
"How is this possible?" She whispered. "Am I dreaming?"
Maura stopped behind him and observed the image in the mirror. The man looked almost exactly like Jane. The same dark eyes and high cheekbones. The rest of his facial features were like Jane's, but more masculine. He seemed to be taller than her friend too.
Maura noted with a gasp that this was exactly what the male version of her friend would look like.
"Jane?" She touched his shoulder gently, unable to say anything else. She couldn't think of a proper way to act in this situation. She wasn't sure there was such a way at all.
He met her eyes in the mirror, "How in hell is this happening?"
"I don't know." The doctor answered truthfully, "But we'll figure something out, okay? I'm sure there's a scientific explanation for this. We just have to look for it."
Jane tried to smile. "Okay." She whispered, than her eyes fell back on her reflection, "Ugh, I look like a dude in woman's clothes."
Maura chuckled, "Well, technically you are a 'dude' in woman's clothes. Come on, at least put a robe on. I'll go make us coffee and then we'll think back of the possible events that led you to this."
Should I go on?
