Part 1 of 3.
(this is not how prison works at all, just saying. I've never been there, but I know people who have. This just wouldn't leave my head so, I ran with it)
There's an awkward mention of some lewd things done by a man worked into here once. Its brief and won't happen again, and it's not graphic or abusive..just...ew. :|
"Turn to your left. Turn to your right. Face me. You are dismissed" a spiritless face droned and rolled their eyes. Jane couldn't tell if the person behind the camera was male or female.
Well, it didn't really matter anyways; it's not like she was here to make friends. She flipped her black matted locks over her shoulder and followed the guard to a dimly lit white room. A female officer handed her a plastic bag and a bin. Her eyes gaze was hard, she was probably feeling betrayed. Jane was used to seeing her when she came to interrogate a prisoner, not as one. Jane hardened her features and stared at the ceiling as she felt hand roam over places, that no except for Jane herself, had touched in years. A "yelp!" slithered its' way out of the detective's mouth as she was forced to widen her stance for the cavity search.
After a nod of approval from the guard, Jane slowly removed her clothing and dropped them in the ugly pink tub at her feet. She kicked off her boots, and shuffled into the sandals that were required where she was going. The plastic bag that held her uniform gave her trouble at first, but eventually she was able to rip it open and grab the white cotton shirt and pants that were too short and a little too transparent for Jane's taste. She watched as her normal Detective garb was sealed away with her prison number on it. Her nostrils flared when she realized that the prison had given her prisoner number V825. Well, someone somewhere had a sense of humor.
"Your guide will be here in a moment. It's dinner time right now, but you don't have your funds set up. So, you'll be eating peanut butter and crackers until someone can add to your commissary fund.", another drab guard spoke out from the crowd. She could see them all mentally debating whether or not they wanted to give her the full speech. Even in prison, they were all still intimidated by Jane Rizzoli. Jane just nodded slowly, as the door to the room opened. A meek looking woman walked in and nodded. Her black hair was pulled back in a bun so tight, that Jane honestly wondered if it was tugging at her forehead.
"Chang, this is Rizzoli. Show her the place. No fuckin' around, okay?" The guard barked to the woman, who just nodded and looked wide-eyed at the tall, dark woman. She turned around and walked out the door, holding it open for Jane as they entered into a long dim hallway. When the heavy cement door clicked shut. Chang turned around and eyed Jane warily.
"You're a cop. I don't trust you." her black eyes narrowed when Jane started to chuckle. She hadn't spoken out loud all day, so her voice still held that thick, raspy sound that generally was only present when she'd just woken up. \
"I wouldn't trust me either." Jane looked around at the empty cells and wondered which one was hers. They really all looked the same, so it's not like it mattered in all honesty. They walked silently for a few more minutes until the reached another door. Change knocked twice and it opened from the inside. It was then that Jane realized that there was no handle on the door- probably a security measure to prevent any wandering. They entered the large room filled with plastic bench tables, like one would find in an elementary school. There was a general murmur of conversation being passed between the nearly 60 women in the hall. There was a hand-painted sign that hung over the serving line that read "we don't care if your mom died, no one eats for free". How sweet. Jane thought.
"You can sit with me today, but after that you're on your own. Maura doesn't like new people, and you don't wanna piss of her." Chang motioned to the corner spot farthest away from the door.
"That, is the mess line. Be careful, people will do whatever they can to get the first wave of food. If you get stuck at the end of the line, you probably aren't going to eat unless you can eat cold potatoes in thirty seconds." The woman pointed to the line forming at the door. She lifted her head slightly to the woman who seemed to be in charge of the whole food area. The older woman just glared at Jane and squinted. Realization dawned on the older woman who handed a paper sack to one of the kitchen workers. They walked out the door and made their way to Jane. Once the worker reached her, they thrust the bag into her hand and smiled sadly. Jane nodded appreciatively towards the kitchen staff and turned to walk to Chang's table.
"Don't you want to get in line?" Jane husked quietly. She didn't really want to ask too many questions on her first day here- that could get you killed. But, she also didn't want to hold the woman back from her normal day-to-day routine. The less impact Jane made here, the better.
"I-I...I don't eat" the smaller woman admitted, awkwardly glancing towards her table. Jane just nodded and took the hint, following the woman to "her table". They walked past tables of nosy inmates, sizing her up no doubt. She just kept her head down and met no one's glare. When the arrived at the table, Jane was so lost in her effort to blend it, that she actually bumped her shins into the plastic seats and grimaced. The other woman at the table raised a blonde head,, taking in the long, lean form of the new addition to the table.
"Welcome." the woman started, not making eye contact with Jane. Jane, in return just muttered a general thanks and opened her bag. She managed not to retch at the sight inside: there was what used to be a dead rodent of some sort, and pair of not-so-gently used socks. A tiny scrap of paper read:
"Dirty cops get dirty food"
Jane just crumpled up the bag and set it aside on the table. She knew how women's prisons worked: you just had to stay strong and silent until the attention was no longer on you. She didn't expect any compassion from anyone here- how could they understand her situation when she even had trouble processing it? She just needed to roll with the punches and eventually she would blend in the background. Hopefully.
A slow smile started to spread on the blonde's face in front of Jane. She shook her head sadly and bit her lip, looking as if she was struggling with a decision. Her tiny frame took a deep breath and looked up, her eyes shining a brilliant green as she whispered timidly, "Do you want to share anything?"
Jane knew that how she reacted to this situation could determine how she lived the rest of her life. Pondering her words for a few moments, Jane also raised her eyes and couldn't help jumping at how vivid this woman's eyes shone in the fake white light of the mess hall.
"I do, but I don't want the consequences that come with it, for both of us. I will be okay, thank you" Jane exhaled a breath she didn't even realize that she was holding after the blonde nodded in understanding. She had passed her first test, one of many that she would face that day.
Jane had been lead back to her bunk and was slowly unpacking the one bag that she was allowed to have, when she heard someone gasp behind her. She whipped around to see the blonde (Maura?) from earlier, standing in the doorway. Looking down Jane realized that her hand was reaching for her service weapon, which had been taken months ago.
"You must have upset someone greatly to get bunked with me." Maura mumbled, not making eye contact or entering the room. Jane quickly recognized the signs of a potential victim of domestic violence. She raised both hands slowly, and sat down on the bunk, putting the blonde in control. She solidified her assumption when Maura slipped into the door and looked through the things that Jane had brought. She looked up and once again Jane was taken by the brilliant green hue coming from Maura's eyes.
"I don't know what you mean. I haven't talked to anyone but you and Chang, so I don't know if I've pissed someone off. All of the staff hates me though, everyone hates a "dirty cop"." Jane started to feel a little suffocated by the woman who was still staring at her intently from the bottom of her bed. She must have realized how she was standing because she took a few weary steps back and sat down on the opposite bunk. The lights clicked off- was it 9 o'clock already?
"I'm not a very good sleeper is what I meant, no one likes to be bunked with me. I...yeah" Maura turned away as her sentence trailed off. She looked down at her wringing hands and shook her head sadly. "Nevermind, I often overshare, I don't mean to bother you if I am. I just don't really get to speak much unless Susie's here. But, she bunks with Martin over in C8, and I only really see her at lunch"
"I get it, it's okay. I'm not a real good sleeper either, I just don't really do it anymore. Besides, I'd be a fuckin' idiot to try and sleep on my first night here." Jane grunted. She didn't want to like anyone here: that also could get you killed. But, something about this woman made Jane want to to know her story. But, she would never ask. It was an unwritten rule that, as a fellow inmate, you never asked your cellmates about anything person unless they volunteered the information. The last thing they wanted to think about was the life they had left behind.
"Well, just know that I'm sorry if I wake you. Please don't touch me though, I tend to..not react well." Maura admitted as she climbed into the bed across from Jane. The only light in their cubicle came from a little illuminated square stuck onto the plastic table the separated the two beds. Maura saw Jane look at it and frowned at the brunette, waiting for a snide comment or a prying question she wasn't equipped to answer. When none came, she realized that maybe Jane could understand just a little bit about her.
"It's an emergency button. I have seizures from an injury I sustained quite a while ago. They generally only happen if I'm sleeping and have a panic attack." Maura explained.
"Hey- it's okay" Jane raised a hand slowly to signal that Maura didn't need to explain any further. "I'm a cop, I get it."
"What rank, if you don't mind me asking?" Maura wasn't just walking the line, she was standing right on it. It was very taboo to ask anyone, especially new inmates, anything at all.
Jane realized that the woman across from her, must have been very lonely to care what rank she was. Well, she was in prison, maybe she was just familiar with Law Enforcement.
"Sergeant Detective Jane Rizzoli. Well, I was only a Sergeant for a month until I landed into trouble." Maura realized that's all Jane was going to say on the matter so she let it go. Jane noticed how the blonde's eyes were always on the door of the cubicle, like she was expecting someone.
"Are you..er..expecting any visitors?" Jane tried to ask this delicately. Whatever the reason for the blonde's glances was, it must be serious.
"Not really. Let's just say that I'm glad that someone is finally willing to sleep here. I know you didn't really get much of a choice. But, I can tell you're a good person so I feel a little bit safer." Maura's eyes widened as she realized how many rules she just had broken with that sentence and started to form an apology when she was silenced again by Jane's hand. That's right, Jane understood.
"Well, I'm gonna try to relax a bit. Goodnight. Can I call you Maura or would you prefer…?" Jane trailed off, hoping that Maura would understand and give her an answer.
"Maura's fine, would you prefer Rizzoli?" Maura asked sleepily.
"You can call me Jane in here. Out there, I'm Vanilla." Jane tested the waters, hoping that if she went by the nickname, the fellow inmates wouldn't realize that she was probably the reason most of them were in here.
Maura mumbled something close to an "okay." and soon Jane could hear her breathing even out. She stayed like that, dozing and listening to the sound of the prison at night, for a few hours until she heard quiet knocking.
Jane slowly looked towards the door, pretending to be asleep. One of the guards was tapping his nightstick on the cement of the walls. He had a hand in his pants, obviously staring at Maura- who was still asleep. Jane's lip curled at the thought of what this man was doing.
"Mhhhhmm, fuck yeah you little slut, I knew that doctors fucked the best. All the school and shit. You're not Dr. Death in the sack are you?" the guard whispered as the hand in his pants sped up. His gaze flicked over to Jane, who still appeared to be asleep. He walked into their room and stood at the foot of Jane's bed, trying to rip the blanket off of her without her noticing.
"Oh, fresh meat for pounding. Wonder if you're a damn kitty muncher like Dr. Death here." the perverted voice of the guard sounded familiar to Jane. That in itself was off putting; she didn't want anyone to recognize her in here. She wanted to do her time or she wanted to be proven innocent, either way she did not want to make friends in here. He leaned over her and unzipped his pants, getting ready to dirty Jane's pajamas, when she suddenly recognized his face.
"Crowe?!" Jane sat up in bed and grabbed the man by his manhood, yanking upwards in the most uncomfortable way possible.
"Rizzoli? What the fuck? How did you get in here? Ew, I can't believe I was trying to picture your butch ass naked. Fucking gross. Maybe you can shove your head between Dr. Death's legs here, get her to stop yelling men's names out loud at night." The guard pushed himself away from Jane, obviously disgusted.
"How the fuck did you end up here? I know that they fired your ass for feeling up a perp. Is that why you got thrown in here?" Jane was pissed. How dare this shit of a man fucking jack off to a woman who was completely oblivious?
"Fuck off Rizzoli, or I'll throw you ass in solitary", Crowe brought his hand up and roughly cupped one of Jane's breasts, showing that he was the dominant one in this place. She didn't have seniority over him here. "Tell the Doc I said 'Hello'".