Title: Newton's 3rd Law
Author: Jaigagne
Pairing: Jane/Maura
Rating: PG
Summary: Action & Reaction. What might have happened at the bar in Episode 6: I Kissed a Girl. They gave me a scene, I reacted.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, the show, or anything related to the show. I don't make any money, from this or otherwise, and simply am writing for my enjoyment. If it DID belong to a fan like myself, there would be no need for fanfiction :)
Author's Note: I wrote this on a whim so hopefully it's sufficient. It's been a while.
Maura smiled at the sight of Jane enjoying herself, or at least pretending to. Some of the dates that night had been insufferable too even listen to- most far to forward for a proper mating ritual. Just more to support her theory that date sites weren't the best first choice.
But a few of the women had proved her wrong, mostly because their exit hadn't left a "Seriously! That was your plan to get in my pants?" look on Jane's face. The majority of them causing Jane to mutter under her breath, most likely stating, that they better be the killer if she had to listen to "that."
But even when her friend was thoroughly displeased with her carousel of companions, Maura couldn't help but laugh to herself after every collected glass.
Jane was so obviously out of her element, though she'd yet to see an example of her being at ease with anyone outside of work or her family. Even within those circles one was still hard pressed to see the brunette wrapped safely in her comfort zone.
In between glass fetching, waitressing had been fun. All of the women had been polite, some flirtatious. She had collected as many compliments as she had tips. And neither were in short supply. Not to mention how fun it was prancing around in a corset.
It's difficult to find the proper occasion for such a garment outside the bedroom.
Jane's reaction to her uniform had been amusing enough. An impromptu experiment had commenced after the detective had stared down at her chest while offering her jacket as cover. For someone who wasn't attracted to women, the running count of fixed glances was getting awfully high.
To the blonde's dismay, her inner dialogue was interrupted by the date Jane had been having for the past several minutes. A woman that seemed to possess less interpersonal skills than herself. For a moment Maura felt bad for the redhead aggressing upon Jane, but after her friend's hand was pawed at more than once, the feeling faded.
Once Maura finished serving a couple two tables over, she sauntered over to the scene. Judging from Jane's body language, permission to intervene didn't seem necessary.
"Can I get you another Martini?" the undercover M.E. asked the redhead sweetly.
"Yes please," she flashed a confident smile, "and a beer for the lady."
Jane responded with an eyebrow raise.
"No problem!" Maura glowed and turned to Rizzoli while dipping her glance to connect with brown eyes.
"Just don't drink too much tonight "lady"" emphasizing a seductive tone while regarding the women who had paused mid- sip. "I promised to surprise you."
Jane had no idea what was happening but she trusted that the blonde knew what she was doi-
The train of thought was completely derailed as she felt soft lips brush upon hers, a sensation that ended before she could even process-
before-
"Wow." Being the thought had replaced whatever knowledge she had accumulated in her lifetime.
Maura straightened her posture after glancing at her pretend girlfriend's dazed expression. "One martini and a beer coming right up." She made a point to smile at the woman still frozen mid-sip with eyes drifting between the supposed lovers.
Jane recovered with a learned verbal reflex, "So how about them Red Sox's."
Once the faux waitress had returned bearing drinks she was pleased to find a vacant seat and an unreadable brunette.
"I always seem to over-estimate the complications of people's actions. Simple action and reaction every-time." Maura flashed a triumphant grin as she set the beer upon the table.
"This is a serious investigation!" The detective hissed between her teeth, hinting at agitation with the rigidness of her stance. "What were you-"
Her words ended as the blonde lifted the empty martini glass, swaying it with her wrist. "I figured she was done here. Unless.. you prefer her company over mine?"
"Oh. Well then.." Jane's complexion surrendered to a blush. "Thank you.."
"What are friends for?" Maura winked over her shoulder, subtly laughed through her words as she counted another stolen glance, this time at her silhouette.
Closeted and clueless should have been a profile option.
Meanwhile, Korsak looked blankly at the screen before him with a now captivated Frost in tow.
"What just happened?" Frost let out as his mouth went dry.
"The Doc's more of a lady's man than you, that's what.." Korsak said in a stunned tone.
End?
