Giovanni the Mighty
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I don't own Rizzoli & Isles, Xena: Warrior Princess, or Joxer the Mighty (the song).
A/N: So I was at this family reunion (some great uncle's birthday, I think) and they played some music, including quite a few ABBA songs, one of which gave me the idea for this fic. Be warned though, it doesn't really make sense - in other words, Crack!fic alert :)
Greece, a few years B.C.
"Joxer the Mighty roams through the countryside, he never needs a place to-"
"Joxer! Shut up!"
Joxer was quiet for a moment before he started singing again, sounding almost defiant: "Joxer the Mighty, he's very tidy, everyone admires him, he's so handsome it's - arrgh!"
"Xena!"
"Gabrielle, he's fine." Some sputtering noises could be heard as Joxer's head emerged from the nearby lake. "See?"
"-he's every man's trustee, he's every woman's fantasy, plus he's goo-ood company... hey, where are you going?"
Boston, USA, some 2000 years later
"Hiya, you look hawt!"
Jane rolled her eyes. "Why, thanks Giovanni..."
"Nah, really. What did ya do last night?"
"We slept... not with each other, you perv!"
"Well, I watched a rerun of that show with the warrior chick, and now I got that song stuck in mah head. Ya know, the song that goes like this: Joxer the Mighty roams through the countryside, he never needs a place to-" SPLASH!
"Jane!"
"Maura, he's fine." As if on cue, Giovanni's head emerged from the duck pond next to us. "See? No harm done."
"Joxer the Mighty, he's very tidy, everyone admires him-"
"... 'cept to our ears," Jane finished her sentence before giving me a light shove and hissing, "Run! Before he gets to the end of the song!"
And run we did.
END
A/N: In case you were wondering - yes, Maura did take her shoes off before running, because even Dr Isles can't run properly in 4 inch heels, but that's another story. BTW, reviews are great ;).
