Bases Loaded

A/N: I love football. I have since I was a kid. I grew up on it. My brother played it. I even played it till I reached the age that it wasn't "appropriate" for girls. Whatever. Anyways…I've been a New England Patriots fan my whole life. It's actually in my blood. And since the Patriots rock I'm all about loving football…I figured I'd combine my two favorite things. I hope this makes you laugh just a bit.

No spoilers. Just Some fun, with a little side of life.

Special Thanks for all my new followers who seem to be enjoying the stories. Thank you very much. And thank you to all the people who took time to send a little love via comment to me. Appreciated :)

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"Hey," Maura smiled as she entered Jane's apartment to see Jane sitting propped up on a pillow.

"Hey," Jane smiled but never took her eyes off the TV.

"You're into pillows recently. New interior design statements?" Maura asked as she unload the groceries on the counter.

"Huh?"

"I noticed you've been sitting on….never mind," Maura waved her hand at her friend who still hadn't taken her eyes off the TV. "What's on that has you so…engrossed."

"Football baby!" Jane cheered finally turning to look at her friend. "Oh…food! Nice! Any snacks?"

"Actually," Maura smiled. "I had this odd craving…so I picked up some nachos. And for nutrianal purposes I also got green peppers, onions, tomatoes, garlic and…" she paused watching what looked like a possible glazed over look appear on her best friends face. "You know what? Never mind. I guess it looks like a good choice."

"Nice," Jane smiled. "And you're just in time."

"For what?" Maura asked opening bottled water as she placed food in various places.

"The game silly. Come on."

"Ahh…Jane," Maura laughed. "It's me you're talking to here. Besides…I have narrowly grasp baseball and how long did that take me? I don't think I'd get into soccer. Not really my thing."

"Football."

"What about it?" Maura asked moving into Jane's bedroom to change into something for comfortable and cooking appropriate.

"It's football…not soccer."

"Oh," Maura nodded. "right."

"Come on Maur. I watched that stupid movie last night. You know how I hate those kind of movies."

"Okay first of all," Maura laughed and sat down next to Jane, "You're how old? Bellyaching droning went out years ago. Second of all…Casablanca is not a stupid movie. It's a classical work of art. And third of all…you're…oh…those are cute outfits."

"Uniforms," Jane corrected her.

"What?"

"They wear uniforms honey…not outfits."

"Oh."

Jane faced her friend. "So you'll watch with me?"

"Jane…"

"Forget it," Jane waved her off. "I'll call Casey and see if he…"

"On second thought," Maura cut her off making herself comfortable. "Maybe I should have you teach me about football. In case I have a son someday, these are things I should know."

"Okay wow! Really Maura! Did you really just say that? That is so sexiest and coming from you of all people! If we had a girl she could love football just as much."

"We?"

"I mean…we…you or me…" Jane stumbled.

"Good point," Maura nodded. "I did sound sexiest didn't I?" She opted to let her best friend off the hook. But inside, the statement though not intended to sound the way it did, still made her smile.

"So you'll watch with me?" Jane asked.

"One condition?"

"What?"

"I get a free foot rub," Maura said placing her legs on Jane's lap.

"You play cheap…but okay," Jane smiled. The truth was…just being close to Maura in anyway was enough to make her way. She'd rub anything of Maura. Jane let the thought run through her mind as a blush came to her face.

"Are you hot Jane? I am certain the temperature in this room is an adequate 73 degrees give or take." Maura asked.

"No. Why?"

"You're flush."

"Oh," Jane smiled. "Sorry, maybe a little warm ya."

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"Hey," Maura threw her pillow at Jane. "That's grabbing."

"Holding," Jane corrected her with a smile. "But close enough. And yes…it was. Nice call Maura!"

"Thanks," Maura smiled proudly. "How am I doing?"

"You're a natural."

"Goody," Maura clapped. "You know what I've discerned about this game?"

"What?" Jane asked looking her the woman sitting close by her side.

"Football terms…they're pretty sexual in nature huh?"

"No they're not."

"Jane…they so are."

"What are you talking about?"

"Think about it…illegal use of hands…off sides…unnecessary contact…roughing the passer…" Jane winced.

"Good lord woman. You're perverting my sport."

"Which team are we cheering for again?"

"The Patriots."

"Which ones are they? The ones with the U's on their helmets?"

"Maura," Jane laughed. "that's a horse shoe. That's the colts. We're cheering for the Patriots."

"Oh…the ones with the mini Elvis head. Understood."

Jane sipped her beer. "You sure do make football fun, Maura."

"He could go all the way…false start…touch down…"

"Maura!" Jane laughed. "Shut up."

"Sorry," Maura smiled. She let out a yawn.

"You tired?" Jane asked.

"A bit."

"Here," Jane said taking a blanket. "Lay down." Maura smiled and placed her head on Jane's lap. Jane gently covered her up.

"Thanks," Maura said softly.

"You're welcome."

"Jane?"

"Huh?"

"Do you really think I have what it takes to be a good mother some day?"

"With all that I am," Jane answered without hesitation.

"Jane?"

"Yeah?"

"If the Elvis team scores…wake me up okay?"

Jane smiled. "okay."

"I love you Jane."

"I love you too Maura."

"Jane?"

"Yeah?"

"I think I'd like you to show me an illegal use of hands."

Jane just laughed.

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"Yes!" Jane jumped up as popcorn fell all over her. Maura jumped up

"Yes."

Jane looked at her and laughed. "Don't sound too happy."

"Oh right…" Maura took a deep breath. "Yes!" Jane just laughed.

"You're such a smart ass you know that Isles?"

"Takes one to know one, Rizzoli." Maura mocked using the last name like she was in pain.

"Yeah yeah," Jane waved her off.

"Oh that game's over?" Maura scrunched her nose. "Seemed to take awhile there at the end. What was that two thingy again?"

"Two minute warning," Jane smiled. "And the games not over."

"It's not?"

"No. It's half time."

"Oh." Maura watched the screen. "So what happens now?"

"They go over the stuff from the first half," Jane started picking up the popcorn.

"Isn't that what we had all of those numerous replays for?"

Jane considered the words. "I guess. I hadn't thought of it like that before. Good one Maur."

"Thanks." Maura paused. "I am good aren't I?"

Jane laughed and picked up a pillow swatting Maura's face. "You're the best."

"Pillow? Hitting an unarmed woman with a pillow Detective? I think that is against the law. Now that's an illegal use of hands!" Maura swatted Jane back. Jane burst out into giggles.

"This has been fun," Jane said being honest for a second. "I feel like we hardly spend any time together anymore…between work, and…" Jane paused. Maura has been seeing someone. She didn't speak much of it with Jane. Jay. Jane knew his name was Jay. Two dates. Two dates and Jane knew two things about Jay. Jay liked coffee was the first. The second was Jane didn't like Jay. Nope. She didn't like him one bit.

"Jay," Maura finished for Jane who let the last word linger in another demission.

"Well yeah," Jane smiled. "Jay. But that's not a bad thing I guess. He makes you happy so who could ask for more right?"

"Right," Maura smiled and nodded but there was a hint of sadness behind it. Maura hadn't been totally honest with Jane. Jane saw it in her face.

"He does make you happy doesn't she Maura?" Jane asked worried.

"Oh yes," Maura answered totally truthful. "she's been a good friend. Just like you."

"Like me," Jane repeated and looked ahead at the tv. Her guilt over her own feelings were surfacing. "I'm not that great of a friend," Jane said. "Wait did you just say SHE!"

"Yes," Maura nodded not understanding Jane's confusion. "Jay is a woman Jane. Jay. Jayden. But she prefers Jay."

"You're dating a woman?" Jane asked confused. "When did…how…why…" Oh my God!

"I thought you knew?" Maura was confused now too. "Why did you think she was a he?"

"Because up till 5 seconds ago you've never mentioned dating a woman before."

"I've dated women in the past Jane. Not for a number of years now, but I have."

"I can't believe this hasn't come up," Jane shook her head.

"Do you have a problem with me dating women Jane?"

"What? No," Jane shook her head. "No. not at all." She paused. "I'm a horrible friend. I wasn't paying attention was I? If I had been really listening- I'd have know," Jane played back all the conversations she and Maura had exchanged about Jay. The facts were there. Jane just opted to be caught up in her own jealousy.

"Don't start that again," Maura said taking Jane's hand. "You're great. You're the best. That's why you get best friend title." Jane nodded and smiled. "The game's coming back on. I'll go get those nachos ready. Be right back." Maura stood. "We can talk more about this later."

"Okay," Jane watched Maura walk back to the kitchen. She felt the sudden emptiness next to her where Maura had been sitting. That was happening a lot lately. Every time Maura wasn't around Jane felt an emptiness she could not explain.

A woman.

How could she have missed that?

The whistle blew on the TV screen and Jane nodded. She knew. She understood all too well how she missed it.

"20 yard penalty. Rizzoli," the imaginary referee called out. "Self pity, ignoring her gut, and wanting to use illegal hands all over her best friend who is now dating a woman."

"Shut the hell up," Jane said to the TV.

"Are you talking to me?" Maura called out from the kitchen.

"No," Jane looked back to her. "Sorry. Just disagreeing with a call."

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