Dangerous.

First time writing something for this fandom (too shy sorry)

please forgive me if there are any mistakes, i wrote this on my phone because if i used my laptop my parents would ask what i'm writing (school doesn't start till june 23rd in my place)

Maura's outfits:

• justalittle-blog(.tumblr.)com/ post/56486594027

• piquetures(.tumblr.)com/post/76030986859

Jane's outfit:

• cityfashionn(.tumblr.)com/post/46003706044 (jane's wearing skinny black pants instead of leggings)

Hello, my name is Jane Rizzoli. Let me tell you about the day my life changed tremendously.

November 27th, 2013 - 11:04 AM

My mother won a first-class ticket for a trip to New York and she insisted that I go to explore the city, go on a vacation. She asked me with a weak smile on her face and the saddest of eyes. I knew the reason why she handed it to me, it's because she felt bad. She feels guilty that I'm wasting my life sitting down next to a hospital bed watching over a heart rate monitor that is close to giving out. It's been two years since the last time I've went out to another place besides our home, the gym and the hospital. Every night, I would walk the same path, ten blocks away, to my home. I would meet the same people on the streets and they all would give me greetings and smiles filled with sympathy. An old man who sells hotdogs on the sidewalk would hand me down a can of Pepsi and one of his specials without charging me a dime, whatever I had left, I would give it to a homeless man that lived in the alley beside our apartment. Before I slept, I prepared a gym bag full of clothes and essentials I needed for the following morning.

In the morning, I would jog to the gym, that was standing right across the hospital, and I would do some sets of sit-ups and jumping jacks. After my warm-up, I would put on my pair of black boxing gloves and release every frustration I had on a punching bag.

It was the only way I would remain calm. When I was younger, my hands were bruised all the way from my fingers to my wrists. I had a problem with my life. Everything thing a person felt, I would feel much more stronger and deeper. I didn't know who I am. One moment, I would be in a euphoria of happiness and the next I'm in agonizing pain within a flash. My thoughts were filled with various thoughts of suicide and harm. All I thought about was how much I hate myself and how much I didn't deserve to breathe. Ar the same time, I thought that my life is amazing and it is worth more to live it. I was either the best or the worst, there wasn't any in-between. Those thoughts still continued until the moment I got on the plane.

I've never ridden in first class before. The surroundings were all new to my vision, I didn't belong in it. I was part of a blue collar family in Boston, nothing more.

I took my seat and looked out of the window. I watched all the other passengers get in the plane until the very last one. A voice filled my ears and it became louder as the seconds passed by. I turned my head and saw a blonde talking on the phone with somebody and making her way towards the seat just next to me. She seemed stressed out and tired. Her honey blonde hair was down and some strands were braided to the side to make her hair look like a waterfall. She was wearing a black long-sleeved blouse that was tucked into her dark denim shorts. She wore a pair of black aviator sunglasses that were Ray Ban's and a brown Prada bag was hung on her shoulder.

"I know that all the flights are full, Mother," she said to the person on the other line. It's her mother. "Yes, I was able to book a flight at the last minute."

She frowned and sat down.

"I'm just taking a break, Mother," she groaned. "No, I understand. I'm not using a tone, I'm sorry. I will be back in Boston within two to three weeks. Yes, I have my books with me-"

A pause.

"Good bye, Mother," she sighed and hung up the phone.

She laid back on the seat and put her thumbs to her temples. Her eyes closed and she stayed like that for a few minutes. By the looks of this girl, she's obviously wealthy. By the time she's calmed down, she sat up straight and pulled out a book from her bag.

It seemed to me that she was oblivious to her surrounds and lost in her thoughts. I wondered what went on with that girl, what her story is about and why she needed a vacation. To her, she was the only person on the plane. Just herself and her Biology book. It didn't bother me that she had yet to notice my presence, I was used to it. I was used to ignorance. Never was I the popular girl in school nor was I even known for anything. I didn't complain, I liked being alone. Nothing could harm me. The only people who ever acknowledged me was my family and it didn't push through, anyway. This wasn't new to me. It was just a normal day.

Twenty minutes had passed by and I ran out of things to distract myself. Everywhere I look is no longer new to me. I can tolerate not having any attention, as long as there was something to distract me. That plane was nothing like school or the gym. It wasn't even like the hospital. And that moment, I've ran out of options. I've went through everything there is to that plane and the only thing left was the girl next to me.

She wasn't sleeping, I knew that. I could see her fingers flipping the pages of her book. I wondered for a few seconds if she would be friendly or just like the other people in her class, snobbish.

I took a deep breath and looked out the window then back to her. I shifted a bit on my seat and cleared my throat. That seemed to startle her and she turned her attention to me. I let out a nervous giggle and she smiled at me.

A smile, that's good. I thought to myself.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you," I lied.

She closed her book and shifted her position to face me then she held out her hand and smiled warmly, "I'm Jane, by the way. Jane Rizzoli."

"That's okay, I'm Maura Isles," she introduced herself and we shook hands. "I didn't notice I had company, I'm sorry."

"Oh, don't worry. It's only been, like, twenty minutes," I joked and she blushed a little. "So, heading off to New York?"

"Yes, I just wanted to take some time off from University," she held up her book and put it back down on her lap. "How about you?"

"Well, my mother won a trip to New York," I leaned back on my seat. "So, that's where I'm going."

Maura bit her lip and fumbled with her thumbs. She's very nice, by the means of how we met. I hoped that it wasn't the only time I'll get to see her.

"You seem very," I bit my lip and thought of the word best suiting. "Interesting."

"Thank you but I'm really not. Most people call me boring," she looked down and I raised my eyebrow. "I'm not interesting."

"You're not like most of these people sitting with us right now," I whispered so nobody would over hear and get offended. "That's pretty interesting."

She just shrugged at me and I crossed my arms. "Got any plans for NYC?"

"No," she shook her head. "It's kind of a last minute idea."

A give her a mischievous grin and thought of a wild idea. My imagination is very vivid. My mind could go on for miles with its marvelous and crazy ideas. Ideas that would just make everything better.

"How about this," I leaned closer to her. "When this plane lands in ten or fifteen minutes, we hang out together and I will tell you if you're interesting or not when it's time for us to part ways?"

This made her think for a moment and she gave me a few questions until I got an actual answer, but not for the question I asked earlier.

"How sure am I you're safe?" She asked. "You might be a drug dealer or a kidnapper."

"Do I look like I'm danger?" I posed for her.

"Yes," she answered. I mocked an offended expression and she worried. I giggled and asked why. "But in all the right ways."

"Like?" I challenged her. "What kind of danger would I bring to you, Maura Isles?"

"Your charm," she shrugged. "People would easily fall for it."

"So you're saying I'm flirting with you?"

Maura shook her head and shoved her book in her bag. She leaned closer to me so we would be face-to-face and made it easier to have a conversation.

"No, I'm saying that you are very attractive and anybody could be lured by your appearance and words. Even me," she said liked there was nothing to it. But it got my attention even more. "We can't avoid these things from occurring, Jane. All we can do is make the most out of it and see what's in store for us next."

Her words stood by me for a long time. Thoughts of what was happening with my life flooded my mind when she said that. All the tragedies that have happened and was happening in that time, I couldn't avoid them. This girl was right. The only thing was, I didn't know how to make the most out of things. How could I make the most out of a dying brother?

When the plane landed and we waited for our bags or luggage, in Maura's case, we got to know more about each-other. Like how Maura wanted to be a Medical Examiner when she finishes her studies Medical School. This girl made me feel very comfortable around her. She knew how to carry a conversation, she listened to the things I said and would fill me up on a lot of information that explained why something happened or why it's happening. Maura filled me with delight and she had proven that she is nothing but boring. If only she saw that. Maura knew everything there is to know about the world but she didn't know what there is to her. I wanted to show her. I wanted to show a person who I had just met forty minutes earlier what it is that made me find her interesting. I wanted to show her what made her exciting and worth the time, even if I didn't know how to do it to myself.

"You haven't given me an answer to my proposition," I smirked. "Although, it already seems like it's a yes."

She crossed her arms and I put my hands in my pocket. Maura tilted her head and smiled. She turned back to the bags that were passing by us on the belt and gave me an answer.

"Why not," she said. "What's a little danger?"

I crossed my arms and raise my eyebrow at her.

"The good kind," she added and waited for her things to show up in the belt.

I shook my head and did the same.

My smile grew wider by the moment and we left off once we had our bags.

Before we could actually start our little adventure she insisted that we check in a hotel. I had a little discomfort regarding her idea. Mostly because I didn't have enough money. What she aimed for was a five star luxury hotel when I only had enough money for a middle class bed and breakfast, or something like that. She noticed the discomfort in my face and she didn't ask why. She knew why.

"I can get us a room with two beds. Nothing fancy. That's it," Maura suggested. "Just a regular twin room. Not a duplex or a suite or anything more."

I looked down to my dirty old chucks and play with my thumbs. She placed her hand on my should and frowned.

"Is that okay? You don't need to pay, I can spend for the two of us," she smiled weakly. "Jane, I have more than enough money for myself. Money that I have no idea what to spend it on or if I can even spend it at all. It's not a problem."

I agreed and accepted her offer.

Our room was beautiful. Even for a twin room. Everything was so clean and fresh and the place smelled wonderful. I looked out of the window and we were many stories high from the ground, it was amazing. My heart rate went faster and a smile was plastered on my face. I looked pasted all the tall buildings and watched the clouds. Then I looked down to the streets and the view was breath taking. Maura stood a few feet behind me and watched me bask at the astonishing surroundings. I heard her giggle and I turned around to see her smiling at me widely. Her eyes sparkled and her smile lit up the room. Her laugh filled my ears like symphony playing the most wonderful piece. I smiled back at her and she blushed. Maura Isles is beautiful.

She got up and went to her suitcase to pull out a nice white pullover and a pair of black leggings. I gave her a confused look and she asked why.

"Are you going to change?" I asked.

"Yes, aren't you?" Maura replied simply.

"No, my clothes are fine. And so are yours," I pointed out. "They're perfectly okay."

She pulled out a gray coat and laid out her clothes on her bed. Maura unbuttoned her blouse and my eyes went wide. She unzipped her shorts and I covered my eyes before I could see more of her body. I turned around and crossed my arms, feeling a lot awkward.

"Gee, you're comfortable," I said out loud.

"Are you not used to seeing a human body?" She asked.

I shook my head and waited for her to finish. When I turned back around my jaw dropped at how astounding she looked. Maura saw me staring and posed. I giggled and took a scarf from my bag along with a beanie. I she followed as I walked towards the door and held it open for her to come out first. I scoffed and she chuckled. We left the hotel and started with our little adventure.

"Are you ready for this?" I breathed. "I'm pretty dangerous."

"In a good way," she chuckled. "You're danger, Jane Rizzoli. I'm ready."

"Maura Isles, you are extraordinary," I smiled at her and hid her face to so I wouldn't see her smile peeking out.

She is extraordinary.

So yeah continue? Or not?