A/N: I watched S1E6 I Kissed A Girl last night and couldn't help but think. Who falls asleep next to someone in their bed but then asks when they wake up is "What are you doing here?" Makes no sense. I feel that we missed a conversation, a joke, something because Jane's response was idiotic. Here is my take on what was said. Still working on will you? Oh yeah other people own the characters, not me. I am not a litigious writer.
"What are you doing," Jane asked as she shuffles her pillows to a comfortable spot.
"Meditating, it's too stressful to argue with you," Maura sighed closing her eyes.
"Well, just think. Because of you this time I can be on a date with a killer," Jane grinned.
Maura eyes shot open and scowled, Jane still smiling sarcastically chanted "Yayyyyyy"
Head to pillow, the brash detective and the meticulous ME were out like a light. The Gaynor-Randle case had been an exercise in futility and progress rested on the undercover sting tomorrow. Jane was blissfully in slumber, after all when she slept next to Maura it was a guaranteed nightmare free night. In fact they were both in the middle of their second R.E.M. cycle, when Jane's phone screeched. In a sleepy haze, Jane reached for the cacophonic mobile device.
"Rizzoli," she yawned.
"Jane, I'm so glad you picked up. I know it's late but I had to do this before I lost my nerve," Grant slurred.
"Joey," she whispered. She glanced at the sleeping, M.E, smiled and quietly slid out bed, into her kitchen. "Jesus, Joey it's midnight, what was so important that you had to interrupt my few hours of sleep"
"I love you, Jane and I'm not taking no for an answer. I was a coward on the stoop but I've had a lot of time to think in Washington. I know you have some sort of feelings for me because your mother wouldn't have set us up on that disaster of a dinner. Ok long distance is not your thing but I'm a liaison. I'll be back and forth between here and Boston," Grant blurted.
"I don't know what to say," Jane breathed.
"Say yes," he smiled.
"Joey, you're drunk call me tomorrow. I need some time to think," she quivered.
"What the hell! I gotta stop answering my phone in the middle of the night, unless it's Maura's or Frost's ringtone," Jane grimaced She grabbed a beer, then plopped on the couch for a few minutes of mindless television before she attempted to return to sleep. She settled on an episode of Cupcake Wars. "Eww, who would eat a vegan cupcake? How do you make a cupcake without dairy anyway," Jane laughed to herself. She sucked the last drop of beer out the longneck and made her way back to bed. She tried to slip in unnoticed but as soon as she settled herself.
"Um, you're back," Maura yawned "You never told me that Grant has the privilege of calling you in the middle of the night. I thought you ended it on the stoop."
"He doesn't and what was there to end on the stoop. We had one bad dinner, one decent kiss," Jane replied.
"Oh then he wanted your opinion on a case or Hoyt's back," Maura questioned?
"No, nothing like that. He just confessed his undying love for me," Jane laughed.
"Ok, Jane you don't have to be facetious. If it's a classified case you don't have to tell me," Maura scoffed, then readjusted her position on the bed.
"I'm not. Is it so hard to believe that I'm actually someone type? That someone could want my uptight, clothes and shoes to bed, bossy ass," Jane chuckled.
"You're serious," Maura perked.
"As a heart attack. I told him to call me back tomorrow. Although it was a drunken admission."
"Well alcohol is a depressant, it lowers inhibitions and cognitive thought. What he said was probably true. So what are going to say to your long distance boyfriend," Maura teased.
"He's not my boyfriend," Jane grinned "Seriously, Maura I'm really not your type? I know I'm not symphonies, caviar, and chardonnay but don't I have any redeeming qualities?"
"First I'm appalled that you would equate the foundation of my love and affection with wealth. I thought I was "slumming it" anyway. Secondly no, you're not my type but I never said I wouldn't date you. We practically spend all of our time together now, dating wouldn't be that far of a stretch," Maura said matter of factly.
"Thank-you that's all I wanted you to say," Jane smiled "Although you're not my type because you don't have front row seats to the Celtics, you constantly spew facts like Google, and you are bossy. I would date you."
"You know you only call me bossy because you're whipped? So why don't we date," Maura asked flatly.
Jane jerked up comically and stared at the M.E. Even in the dark Maura felt the warmth of the detective's warm chocolate eyes but she was glad the unlit room hid her devilish grin.
"Whipped? Aww Maura don't make me give you my bullshit spill. I'm afraid you'd worry about me, when I'm out being reckless in the streets. I work long hours. I wear my shoes and clothes to bed and I'm such a guy," Jane laughed. "My parents and Frankie already think we're together. I mean that's why my mother insisted on coming to support us in the marathon next week."
"Really? So why not, since your parents are apparently ok?"
"Because we're shitty at relationships. Your longest relationship was with an eventual murderer and I have a tendency not to stick around longer than a season. It's not that I haven't thought about more but I mean not based on our track record. I'm not willing to bet the best friendship I've ever had. I can't imagine life without you, I don't want us to be bitter because we decided to fuck."
"Language Jane must you be so blunt. I thought we would make love not fuck. You're right we shouldn't but I want to, even though it is completely illogical," Maura smiled.
"Yeah, well get in line and call me tomorrow," Jane smiled. "I may have a better offer, after my multitude of dates."
"Add crude to the list of why you're not my type," Maura smirked.
Jo Friday was better than any alarm clock. She barked incessantly at seven-thirty every morning as she anticipated breakfast.
"It's just me, Jo," Maura said reaching out her hand to calm the dog
"Maura, What are you doing here," Jane joked as she blocked the sun out of her eyes.
"I guess, I fell asleep meditating," Maura stated.
The long day was over, Frost had packed the equipment and was waiting for the odd pair in the surveillance van . Jane and Maura were just finishing boxing the evidence bags and thanking the club owner for all her cooperation.
"Shots," the club owner asked as she retrieved three shot glasses from the cabinet.
"Shots," Jane shrugged as she removed her jacket and handed it to Maura. "Put it on, please."
"So possessive," Maura smirked but complied.
"So how long have you guys been dating," the club owner asked?
"Well that depends on what you call dating," Jane replied.
"We're not dating," Maura interjected.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I just assumed when Jane saw you in that corset, she looked mortified. Her first reaction was to take off her jacket. Not to mention she stared you down the entire night."
"I was trying to be chivalrous," Jane smiled.
"You two are so ambiguous," the club owner laughed "Well I think you guys would make a cute couple. I mean you both are so attractive." "Thank-you," Maura grinned.
"Hey, no ideas," Jane winked as she lifted the evidence box.
The ride to Jane's apartment was short and uneventful, Maura sat in the front seat with Frost while Jane rode in the back. Tipsy but confident Jane smirked "Maura you comin up?" "I have to get up early to process all of those glasses," Maura replied coolly. Deflated, Jane muttered "Whatever" and hopped out of the van. Frost was eager to pull off when he saw that Jane made it into her building but Maura stopped him.
"Wait, Barry," she cooed.
"Hey Dr. Isles I'm trying to get home. My girl is home from grad school for fall break so I'm trying to make good use of these next few days. Did I mention she goes to school in New Orleans?"
"Yea New Orleans, Frost," Maura said preoccupied "Ok I'm getting out now."
"Women" Frost shook his head "Can you and Jane just get it over with."
"What do we need to get over," Maura questioned as she cocked her head to one side.
"Look Dr. Isles I'm only going to say this once in confidence because if Jane heard me she would try to beat my ass. What I'm about to go home and do with my girl, you need to run up stairs and do to yours."
"Whatever," Maura chuckled as she playfully hit Frost in the arm and they both laughed hysterically.
Maura used her key to get into the foyer of the building, then decided to retrieve her cell phone. She pressed Jane's preset and started to pace around the small space. She inhaled deeply as the phone rang, Jane took so long to answer she thought it was going into voicemail until she heard.
"Rizzoli," Jane chimed.
"Am I the last in line to call or are one of the suspects from tonight on the list," Maura smirked.
"Fortunately for you Dr. Isles, I was too distracted by this blond waitress in a polka dot corset. We had eye contact as soon as I walked into the joint. She was so flirty; I was trying to have a conversation with my first date and she put her boobs centimeters away from my face. I couldn't help but gawk for an uncomfortable amount of time; so I don't think I will be getting a call back from Miranda or Mary Ann. There were a couple of other blonds but there wasn't the same connection as with this waitress. Unfortunately, the bartender told me she's in a relationship with this crazy, possessive, jealous Italian cop. I still left a card because you never know. So officially you are my last call, Maura," Jane smiled.
By the time the detective finished her monologue, Maura had sauntered up the steps through the front door. Maura bit her lip when she found the Jane lying on the couch in a tight black t-shirt and boxers cheesin on the phone. Although she pressed for Jane to wear other colors, it always sent butterflies to see her in all black.
"Who are you talking, too," Maura asked?
"Oh some chick from work. She's always so fucking long winded," Jane whispered putting her hand over the receiver. "Hey Maur, Imma have to call you back. You won't believe this but the waitress is at my place now."
Maura slipped out of her heels, then straddled the relaxed detective on the couch. She kissed the olive tone skin on Jane's neck as she slid her hand under tight black tee. Jane released a deep moan, then lifted up Maura's skirt feeling the garter that connected those sexy fishnet stockings. Jane wanted to explore beneath the silk panties her finger brushed against but Maura grabbed her hands and pinned them on behind her.
"Not yet," Maura moaned. "We are not fucking, Rizzoli." She took a sip of Jane's beer and raised her eyebrows.
"Oooo Imma tell, you just said a bad word," Jane teased. "Ok, we're not having sex tonight. I'm ok with that but eventually you're going to have to get off me or you're going to end up getting me off." Jane winked. "I know I mocked you when I said "I can't wait to see what you're going to wear" but you didn't have to punish me."
"Punish you," Maura quizzed?
"Yeah, I mean last night we expressed feelings for each other, you know I'm attracted to you. When I first saw you at the club, umm Maura is sooo sexy but that changed quickly when I realized we weren't in my bedroom. Instead we were in a lesbian bar with Frost and Korsak and it made me a little protective or possessive. I mean you know I'm stubborn and I don't like to share. You made work painful today, having to watch all those women undress you with their eyes, I couldn't concentrate."
"You were concentrating with Claire," Maura laughed.
"See was captivating in a creepy, scary kind of way. She was beautiful, you know my type," Jane joked.
"Speaking of your type, how was the conversation with Grant?"
"Short. I told him I appreciated and respected his feeling but I'm involved with someone else."
"Involved?"
"Well we aren't exactly in a relationship, remember" Jane slipped her hands back under the refuge of Maura's miniskirt, she slowly tugged at Maura's underwear.
"Stop Jane," Maura sung.
"Awww, painful this entire night has been painful. You're such a cock tease or a cunt tease," Jane whined.
"It took me a very longtime to accept my feelings for you. I'm sorry but it's all or nothing. "
"What if we fuck this up royally?"
"I don't like what if's or assumptions. So are you going to spend the rest of your life alone? Who is better equipped than me to deal with your mean, surly, angry, sweet, endearing., rash, brash oxymoron personality?,"
"No one but you" Jane smiled. "If we do this we're going to do this right. We're not U-Haulin, I mean you already kind of live here, you have a key, a drawer, half my wardrobe space. I want things to be different so I'm serious about respecting your desire to wait. I can keep my hands of you for a few weeks."
"How many," Maura sighed. She then leaned in and placed her soft lips on Jane's. They kissed long, passionately while Maura released her hands on Jane's frame.
"Painful," Jane said as she shook her head "A month."
"Your birthday's next month," Maura smiled.
"Well I guess I'll be cheap date," Jane smiled.
Intended to be a one shot but I'm open to suggestions. Would you like to see Jane and Maura during a month of no sex. Think it might be funny. Let me know. As always REVIEWS ARE LOVE.