In this time of need, what will happen to Jane and Maura's friendship. Will it develop into a relationship? Will it damage their friendship? Will Maura even be there for Jane? Read to find out. I couldn't think of a title, so in your review, send your title idea and your actual name. If I pick your title suggestion, keep reading to see if you make an appearance in the story.
A/N: I haven't abandoned the other story at the moment, just happened to think of another idea. Please read and review for more.
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone or anything just this fic.
Watching Maura perform an autopsy on a thirty something blonde haired woman, to see whether she was murdered or not, Jane found that she couldn't stand up much longer. She felt fatigued, dizzy and nauseous. She had to sit down right at that moment.
She sat down on Maura's stool beside the table where she typically used her laptop for online shopping.
"Jane? Are you okay, honey?" Maura asked, watching her best friend at the corner of her eye as she removed the victim's stomach, making Jane's own stomach turn. "Sink! Sink!" Maura spoke compassionately, pointing to the sink by the wall, seeing Jane about to puke. She furrowed her brows in surprise and confusion.
Jane Rizzoli was never affected by the sight of an autopsy since she was a rookie.
Maura was confused as to why she was suddenly affected and the fact that she had been sitting down, was unusual in itself.
Rizzoli bolted straight for the sink and instantly threw up as soon as she reached it. "Ughhhhhh!" she moaned, leaning over and resting her head against the cool metal edge of the big sink.
"Are you okay, babe?" Maura asked, running Jane's back, a plastic cup filled with water in her free hand.
"Hmm," moaned Jane, taking slow deep breaths. Her eyes closed as to not look down at the sight of her vomit, which would definitely make her throw up again.
This was not how she had planned this day to go. She had planned to stay with Maura during the autopsy, then take her to lunch, which would be where she would tell Maura, the greatest and closest friend that she'd ever had, that she loved her. Not love as a friend but love as in in love, that she wanted to adventure into a relationship with her. But instead she was throwing up in the morgue sink. Watching her breakfast making a comeback in technicolor.
Maura sighed and continued to rub her friend's back as she continued to be sick for a few more minutes.
Finally when she felt it was safe to move, Jane stood up, exhaling a deep breath. "Wow, that was horrible," she whispered, taking the offered cup of water from Maura. "Thanks." She sipped some of the water and rinsed out her mouth before slowly drinking some of it, trying to ignore Maura's stares.
"I'd ask if you're pregnant but that would be impossible at the moment, wouldn't it?"
Jane bit her bottom lip, she'd been with someone, but they had used protection. Could she be? Nah, Jane Rizzoli wouldn't be pregnant... Would she?
"As in you haven't had sexual intercourse with a man in the last couple months," Maura continued and watched her friend's reaction. "You have?" she asked curiously, tilting her head a little to the side.
This time, Jane licked her now dry lips and nodded before turning back to the sink. She had to squirt the vomit down the sink, the smell was tormenting her, bringing up the next round prematurely.
"Jane?" Maura screeched, trying to get Jane to give her a name.
Jane sighed as she turned back to the pathologist. "I don't want to talk about it," she spoke softly and very slowly and gently sat back down on the stool.
Without a word, Maura grabbed an item from a cupboard and walked over to Jane. She leaned over in front of the detective, so that she had level eye contact with her. "Go to the bathroom with this," she whispered, handing Jane a little plastic jar.
"You want me to piss in a jar?" Jane asked, giving Maura a disgusted look, taking the offending item from her.
Nodding, Maura said, "I'm going to run some tests for you."
"You mean a pregnancy test, don't you?" grumbled Jane.
She hadn't planned for this. She had told Maura that she would never have any children. But to be honest, she did want children but with all the horrible stuff she sees in the world on a daily basis, she never wanted to subject a child to that. Let alone her own child.
"Come on, honey. We need to find out."
"We? Who said there was a we? I'm on my own with all this!" Jane accidentally snapped. She was just still in shock about this whole thing.
"Yes," Maura answered, ignoring the snap, "No, you're not alone with all this. I'm here for you, babe. Whichever way this goes, I'm not abandoning you," she promised Jane.
Exhaling slowly, Jane closed her eyes momentarily before opening them again to look at Maura. "Thanks, honey," she whispered and hugged her. "You're the best friend I could ever ask for... Now if you'll excuse me, it seems I need to piss in a cup," she tried to joke and headed for the restroom.
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Maura washed up properly as she waited for her best friend in the restroom. She smiled and turned when she heard Jane emerge with a half filled jar of urine.
"This enough?" Jane asked laughing, holding it up, as Maura put some latex gloves on.
Nodding, Maura took the plastic jar from Jane and walked over to the machine she needed to test it.
Suddenly at that particular moment, Jane's cell phone just had to ring.
She groaned in frustration as she pulled it from her belt and answered it. "Frost? Are you serious?" she groaned again and rubbed a hand down her face. "Okay, I'll be right there." She hang up and looked at Maura.
"I'll call you when I have the results for you," Maura promised and kissed Jane's cheek.
"Go to work."
Jane blushed and touched her cheek, where Maura had kissed her. "Thanks, honey," she said and rushed out, hoping that she wouldn't be sick again.
During the entire time that Jane was at the crime scene, she was nauseous but luckily she didn't throw up again. She was looking down at the body off a four year old boy as one of Maura's assistants did her job. She hated when Maura wasn't on some cases but Maura had enough on her plate and she couldn't do all the work by her herself, that was why she had assistants.
She jumped as she suddenly heard Maura's ring tone play and the vibration of the phone. She quickly walked toward the front door to go outside for privacy as she pulled out her phone and answered the call. The call which had a fifty fifty chance of changing her life forever. "So, what's the verdict, Maura?"