Jane Rizzoli was more than your average detective. She was tall drink of water with olive skin and a rocking body.
She sat at her mother's house surrounded by her family. And, of course there was her best friend, Maura Isles. Jane looked over the table and smiled at Maura who was sipping a full bodied red wine and eating a small slice of lasagna. Jane grinned widely, as she noticed the good doctor eating lasagna with a knife and fork as her brother Frankie was wolfing it down barely using a fork. She noticed that Frankie was eyeing Maura. Her Maura, or so she thought. Sure Jane liked guys. She dated them all the time, but there was something about Maura she couldn't put her finger on. Or, maybe...maybe she did not want to. Her feelings for Maura were nothing but love and respect. It was healthy friendly love, but somewhere down the line it had grown into a crush. She had grown found of the honey blonde and her wikipedia like wisdom.
"Janie did you hear me?" Angela asked her one and only daughter.
"No ma," her raspy voice annoyed and praying her mother wasn't brining up the banquet dinner that was being held for the detecives, and which she had worked oh so hard to avoid and keep from Maura.
"I said what are you wearing to the banquet dinner," Angela repeated her Italian blood boiling at her daughter's hard headness and miniscule attention span.
"What banquet?" Maura asked eyeing Jane with a look of betrayl.
"They are honoring Janie for her work this year," Angela announced
"Oh sounds fun... she did not mention this to me," Maura sounded betrayed as she eyed her friend. She loved Jane and wanted to share in this moment in her life. Why would her best friend leave her out of the loop? Did she not love her?
Maura had secretly loved Jane since the day they had met. She always eyed the olive skin beauty with nothing but love. Maura dated guys and had been serious with them. That is until she met Jane. Soon her wet dreams changed from those of celberity hunks to that of the raspy voiced detective paying her visit in the middle of the night. She'd never admit it though. Jane would have to pry the information out of her brain because she'd simply die if the feelings were unreciprocated.
"Because I'm not going Maura. End of story," the tomboy crossed her arms in protest and eyed her mother as if to dare her to force her.
"It'd be fun Jane," Maura offered sheepishly hiding the blush creeping on her face as she played a fine line between being friendly and flirting, silently she prayed Jane would not catch on that it is the latter she was doing.
"I am not going. They can give me the award the following day," Jane grumbled her raspy voice revealed her boiling temper.
"Why?" her friend pressed and her tone polite and demanding in the famous Maura Isles fashion.
"I am not wearing a dress. Nor am I going alone," she added hastily.
"I'll be your date," Maura piped in hastily, praying Jane did not pick up that this was more than just a friendly offeer. Plus, there was a hitch of thrill and excitment in her voice.
"Maura no, end of story," Jane was flustered as she cleared hers and Maura's plates from the table.
Sensing her urge to talk, the honey blonde followed the sexy detective into the kitchen.
"So why not?" Maura asked coyly as she aided Jane with the dishes.
"I already get enough flak for being a female detective. Y'know called a dyke and what not... so if I show up without a date, or with you as date...then the rumors will fly," Jane said huskily, afraid that going on even a fake date with Maura would cause her to out her feelings for the M.E.
"C'mon everyone knows you are straight," Maura's tone was disappointed, sure she and Jane had always classified themselves as straight but now Maura had doubts about her own sexuality. Maura moved closer to Jane, bridging the gap and the blonde's face was mere inches from Jane's and she had the strongest urge to lean in and maul those immaculate pillows of luciousness she called lips.
Suddenly feeling very tempted to assault Maura with her tongue, Jane shuffeled her feet. She could feel an undertone of sexual tension, but she was unsure if it was just her mixture of feelings she was positive were unreciprocated.
"Still," her husky voice was not buying what Maura had to sell.
"What if I say I won't share a bed with you until you agree," Maura replied taking advantage of the fact that Jane knew she would not, could not tell a lie. Also, she took advantage of the fact that she knew Jane was still having the Hoyt night terrors and could not sleep unless someone was there to protect her.
"Fine," Jane announced in defeat, she threw the towel in and eyed Maura suspiciously. It was a date with Maura. But, she was looking forward to it.
"Good. I will take you dress shopping next weekend," Maura grinned at the idea of finding a dress that highlighted Jane's assets.
"C'mon," Jane groaned as she punched Maura playfully- there was an electricity that passed through her body as she touched her friend and it was erotically charged. She pondered if Maura felt it to, and judging by the doctor's lack of response she did. Jane hid the crimson of blush behind her hands as she rubbed her face.
"It will be fine. Now, I have to go home and feed Bass." she walke dover to Jane and placed a light friendly peck of a kiss on her cheek and spun on her heels. She did not want Jane to see the tone of red her face had become, and the fact that she had impulsively kissed her best friend.
"Are you coming over, later?" Jane inquired her tone needy and she prayed Maura did not catch on to it.
"Sure," Maura replied not letting Jane know she had caught on to the tone of neediness and affection in her voice.
Maura left thanking Mrs. rizzoli and her family as she shook their hands. Jane smiled looking on as Frankie enveloped her in a hug. Jane could not help but feel a pang of guilt and healousy as Maura hugged Frankie back. After Maura left, Jane's parents left and it was just her and Frankie.
"Maura was smoking hot in that," Frankie exclaimed refering to the feact Maura had worn a low cut dress that hugged her body in all the right places.
"Mmhmm," Jane mummbled jealously. it was not fair- Frankie could get away with loving, touching, seeing Maura yet it was forbidden for her to do any of that with one she loved.
"Geez Jane did not know you felt like that about her," Frankie replied teasingly.
"I do not! Maura is a friend- just a friend," she roared as she punched him in the shoulder angrirly.
"Jane it was a joke," Frankie replied rubbing his arm where she had punched him/
"It is just everyone calls me lesbian, and you are not helping," she retorted realizing how defensive she was getting.
"Jane you are fine. If that's an issue then I'll go with Maura," he offered.
"Ask her then," she shrugged walking away.
After about an hour of sitting on the sofa watching the Red Sox game with Frankie and sipping on a beer she decided to leave. She gave Frankie a hug good bye and promised her mother she would be back next weekend for dinner after dress shopping with Maura. She walked outside and slid into her car, and turned on the radio to listen to the Sox game. They were for zip. She sighed and then her mind wandered to Maura. She was going to have to wear some designer dress that she could careless about just to please the doctor. But her mind wandered to the grin that would be plastered on Maura's
face, and the closeness of the two of them in the dressing trying on dresses. Sure she had seen Maura try on shirts and skirts before, but te blonde had always hid behind clothes so that Jane did not see her in her bra and panties= she was how would you say very self-concious and it did not help that she had felt something deep and emotional with Jane.
Jane let herself into her apartment and was happily greeted by Jo Friday. She smiled at the dog and sat on the couch beside her petting the dog lovingly. Sometime later, the phone rang. It was eleven at night on Saturday, the only one who could be calling is Maura.
"Hey babe," she answered the phone jokingly and unbeknownst to her the M.E.'s heart skipped a beat.
"Guess who just called and asked me to the banquet," Maura said a tone of anger in her voice.
"Who?" she mused knowing the answer.
"Frankie. I thought you told him I wasn't interested in him," the doctor complained.
"Well, I tell you I am not interested in your guys, yet you hook me up anyway," Jane retorted.
"Yes well... they are not practically family. I had to say yes otherwise it would be awkward," Maura replied and Jane laughed.
"So you owe me. I am making you go with Nurse Jorge," the M.E, continued with a laugh of her own.
"Great, now we are both going to be unhappy," she grumbled at her friend.
"What does that mean Jane?" her heart skipped a beat it. Could it be Jane was going to confess a love for her? Of course not, it was just wishful thinking on her part. But still...
Glad the conversation was not being held in person, Jane freely turned crimson.
"I just meant I'd rather..." Jane's voice trailed off as she tried to find a way to say this without sounding desperate or interested in her.
"You'd rather what?" Maura flirted, knowingly.
"Rather not say" Jane replied
Jane hung up and an hour later Maura was knocking on her swung the door open to find Maura standing there bouncing in her heels. Maura
"Come in," she offered.
Maura obliged and joined Jane on the couch, sitting close to her, her eyes on Jane.
"Well?" Jane offered shrugging off her longing glances.
"Well, what do you rather?" Maura asked.
"C'mon this is embarassing," she whined.
"I'll answer anything you want," Maura offered.
"Fine. I'd just rather uh... go with you," Jane stammered
"It is natural to want to go with someone you feel comfortable with, is that what you are trying to say?" she offered.
Grateful for the out , Jane immediately agreed that it was what she was trying to say.
"Well, Maura... if you were the kind of women who was into other women, would I be your type?" Jane offered ina husky tone.
"We have been through this before," Maura sighed knowing that if she were to have to answer she could not lie.
"Okay, I got another question for you. Would you ever sleep with a woman?" her grin was mischevious as she took in her friend's reaction.
"Well, maybe. If it was the right girl," Maura blushed breaking her glare with Jane.
"How about you?" the doctor asked breaking the awkward silence.
"Maybe. She'd have to be a friend. Someone smart, funny, and hot. Very hot," Jane offered and Maura grinned. She knew the type someone like her.
After a few glasses of wine for Maura and few beers for Jane it was time to go to bed. Jane stripped down to her bra and panties in front of Maura and slid into an old Red Sox shirt and a pair of pajama bottoms. Maura on the other hand, slid into the bathroom where she put on and old tee shirt of Jane's and a pair of shorts. She returned to the bedroom and crawled into bed Jane's scent filling her nostrils as the brunette wrapped her arms around the M.E.'s waist, her leg in between Maura's thighs. Just by the closeness the embarassed doctor was growing wet as Jane's breathing slowed and she drifted off to sleep. Jane's scent aroused her as she tried to sleep, but she could not. Her mind went back to Jane standing in front of her with nothing on but her under clothes. She could feel the moisture grow as she tried to free herself from Jane's grip to no avail.
"Stop babe," Jane complained half asleep as her friend fussed in bed.
"Babe?" the M.E. questioned, and even in the darkness she could see Jane's blush as she tensed up.
Oh fuck did I just say that out loud?
An awkward silence filled the air as Jane sighed and Maura turned on her side, and for the second time that night their lips mere inches apart.
"Jane?"
"Yes?"
"About what you asked earlier... I'd be looking for...for someone like you."