A/N: Hi there everyone. So I put a post out on Tumblr asking if anyone would read a crossover between Rizzoli and Isles (Rizzles) and Orange is the new Black (Vauseman/Pipex (I'm not picking a side)) and there was an overwhelming response to say that YES! It would be read, so I did it. This is just a little something I thought about, and it may seem a bit confusing from this first chapter but trust me, it will make sense and get better if you want it to continue.
Flashbacks are in BOLD ITALICS, current is in normal, and letters and speech from the opposite end of a phone line are in ITALICS. Please enjoy and LET ME KNOW IF I SHOULD CONTINUE. I apologize in advance for the possible issues with editing and stuff throughout but I am currently bone tired (after shopping all day, then writing some of this, then playing netball, then coming home to finish writing this (most of it)) and cannot be bothered going over it again.
"You know, I never imagined it."
"Imagined what?"
"I never imagined that I would think about forever."
"Forever?"
"With someone else. I've never even considered a forever with someone else. It's always been like this big, scary, horrible thing just looming over me. Everyone expects you, I mean as a woman and all, to just want a white picket fence and two and a half kids." There was a pause, and then she continued. "And it was never for me. Everyone thinks that it's all I ever think about but I never have before. But now I am. It seems like a real thing that could happen now. A forever. With you." Piper looked up at Alex from where she was resting on her chest. "And I'm not scared. I'm kind of excited." Piper smiled up at Alex, waiting for her reaction. When there wasn't one she continued, trying to justify her thoughts. "I mean, it's our five year anniversary, Alex. Five years is a long time. If you were a guy we would probably be married and I'd have popped out at least one kid. Five years is like half of forever already. So why should I be afraid of something that's already been so great so far?! I mean, if the past five years have been this good, imagine what it will be like in five more years. We'll be doubly as happy."
Alex was still silent as Piper stared at her, simply staring into each other's eyes. Finally, after almost ten minutes of silent admiration between the two women, Alex finally spoke. "You would be absolutely stunning pregnant."
"Jamie, can you please go and get dressed." The woman pleaded, coming to her wits end. The little girl just shook her head and stood her ground with her arms crossed, still in her pyjamas. "Jamie, I will count to three and then you wont get any desert tonight." The little girl just flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder and kept her eyes on the stern looking woman in front of her. "One." a small eyebrow cocked, followed by a larger, manicured one. "Two." Small black rimmed glasses were pushed up a cutely upturned nose, and a set of larger arms folded. "Th.."
Before the number could be finished a loud, booming voice yelled, "Jai! Right now!" and the girl was off, long hair flying behind her. The woman rubbed her face and sighed exhaustedly before walking her way into the kitchen for her third cup of coffee that morning. When she got into the kitchen she found her dark haired girlfriend sitting at the island with a mug of coffee and a cinnamon bun.
"She is just getting more and more disobedient. I don't know what to do with her right now." She sighed as she sat down, stealing the other woman's coffee even though it wasn't to her liking.
A head of dark hair looked up from her paper and met light eyes with her own. "Well what do you expect? She's a little girl who is confused, and scared. Just give her time. That's all we can do." They both looked at each other for a moment, silently communicating.
"Jane. It's been two months. She hasn't spoken to me since the second week. I'm so lost. I'm not cut out to do this." Maura stated sadly, shifting her eyes to stare at the coffee mug in front of her.
Jane came around the island and took Maura in her arms, kissing her head before taking her mug back. "Just give her more time. She'll come around soon enough." Just as she finished her sentence there was the little pounding of feet on the stairs and Jamie came around the corner in dark wash jeans, a white t-shirt, a grey jacket, a black leather jacket, and black vans with her hair down and thick black-rimmed glasses on. She strolled right past Jane and held a small bottle up to Maura until the woman took it.
Together the two blondes walked over to the couch. Maura took a seat and Jamie laid down with her head in the woman's lap. Maura removed the little girls glasses and pushed her hair off of her face and brushed her eyes to make sure there were no loose eyelashes. "Okay, one or two drops today?" she questioned. Jamie held up two fingers and blinked a couple of times. "They sore today?" Maura questioned, to which the little head bobbed up and down in her lap. "Alright, well hold still and open one eye at a time."
Ice blue eyes stared up at Maura trustingly and finally closed, ready for the drops to be applied.
When they were finished, Maura went to wash her hands while Jamie got her bag. They were headed for the door when Jamie took a detour and pulled Jane down to her for a kiss on the cheek. "Bye bye Peanut. Behave. Be strong. Be smart."
On the way to Jamie's school Maura would ask her questions that could be answered with a yes or no, and the little girl would answer accordingly with either a nod or shake of her head. The girl spoke, or course. What seven and a half year old didn't talk?! She just didn't speak directly to anyone. She would talk to Bass or Jo Friday, or even make her dolls have conversations. But the only time she ever spoke to another human being was on the phone.
Flicking dark hair out of her face, and rubbing her eyes, Alex rose from her cot and slipped on her glasses. It was quite annoying, she would tell you, to be essentially blind without the thick, black rimmed glasses but it was genetic so there really wasn't much she could do about it. She just got on with it... and used all kinds of tricks she had learnt to use her glasses and seduce girls. She'd quickly learnt that women liked smart women, and girls liked smart older women.
But these days she only used her tricks to seduce one woman. With that in mind she gathered her towel and toiletry bag and headed in the direction of the bathroom. On the way there she was joined by a beautiful blonde who sent her a sideways glance and melted her heart.
The bathroom was empty as it usually was at five am. Not many women could be bothered getting up earlier to avoid the crowds, even though Alex's consistent cleanliness was a testament as to how well the plan worked. Stripping down quickly, she stepped into the shower and turned it up to almost scolding. She only had enough time to step under the stream before another body joined her, pressing up against her back and wrapping it's arms around her torso.
Alex spun around to catch the blonde's grey eyes. "Hi baby. Did you sleep well?"
The blonde hummed and snuggled herself into Alex's arms comfortably, kissing the top of a breast affectionately and tenderly, not looking for anything more than to convey her feelings towards the other woman. "I would have slept better with you." she said with a cute grin.
Alex let out a small laugh and shook her head, "Oh Pipes, you are too cute." They shared a small kiss as Alex reached for her bar of soap out of her bag and started to wash Piper. "I would have slept better too. I miss my little spoon."
Alex was almost done washing her love when she found one of her favourite places to touch and kiss. No, it's not where you're thinking. Her hands ran over the rough patches of skin tenderly and watched as the little tears moved with her fingers slightly, just to spring back with the natural elasticity of her skin. "You've never told me where you got these stretch marks." She commented, spinning them to rinse of the blonde and wet her hair.
"Maybe I just went through a fat phase." Piper joked, poking Alex in the ribs before taking the soap from her hands and starting to wash her.
Alex scoffed and pulled the beauty into her body, loving the feel of their slick flesh pressed tightly against each other. "You've never gone through a fat phase. Let alone as an adult." Piper gave a really look and slapped Alex's butt teasingly. "I've seen how much you work out every day. Or at least used to." She gave a wink as she stepped under the slowly cooling water to rinse off. "I think you forget that we lived together for five years."
"I never forgot. Never a minute of it. And never for a minute."
Alex and Piper shared a tender look and both broke away, Alex turning off the shower and Piper getting out to dry herself off, soon followed by the dark haired woman, still dripping wet. "So are you going to come by my bunk today before dinner?" Alex asked.
Piper shook her head as she dried her hair and gave Alex a 'duh' look. "It's Tuesday. I have to call at 5." Alex nodded but quirked her mouth. Since Piper had entered the prison she had made a call every single day, never letting Alex hang around while she was on the phone, and never letting on as to who she was talking to. But Alex wasn't too worried as she never had visitors other than her mother or Poppy. But it was odd. There was a strict schedule for every day.
Mondays she called at 3:30, Tuesdays she called at 5, Wednesdays she called at 3:30, Thursdays she called at 4, Fridays she called at 6, and Saturdays and Sundays she would call multiple times before she got an answer. It just seemed off to Alex that Piper was so particular about when she called every day.
Dear Junior,
So, Piper is here and I wasn't sure how to feel about it at first, but now I'm so overwhelmed and just to happy about it. She's the love of my life and now I get to both be there for her through this; to protect her and comfort her and do all the things I used to do, and I get to have her here for me. Because god knows (or maybe it was just Pennsatucky saying) that this place can break the strongest people. And I'm not the strongest, but you and I both know that I'm pretty high up there. So I guess I'm just glad overall that she's here with me, and actually with me if you know what I mean.
But written with the same ink is the fact that I hate that she's in here. I hate that she's in this position because of me. Because of the life I dragged her into, and because of my selfish behaviour in naming her. I feel so crappy some days and I'm all grumpy like I have the crimson tide running through me, and then other days I'm floating on cloud nine and couldn't show her how much I love her if I had a million dollars and no boundaries (which I did have).
Anyhow, how are you? How are things with that gorgeous woman of yours? I miss you so much. We were the perfect masochists together. Remember that time right after the incident in the basement and we got drunk and I had to talk you out of playing Superman with the bartender?! I want those days back.
Answer soon,
Veloceraptor.
Jane opened the envelope and smiled at the greeting, continuing to read until she reached the sign off and gave a small laugh. She would have to answer right away. Veloceraptor had been her best friend since primary school when they joined together to save Johnny from getting beat up by the jock kids. Of course her name wasn't really Veloceraptor, but it was just a nickname that had stuck, just as Junior had. One day Veloceraptor decided that she was sick of being in the closet and chose to come out by declaring that every female she passed, "wanted the V" and gestured to herself, alternating between her crotch and her general being. At first Jane didn't understand and the girl turned to her, saying, "You wouldn't understand Junior." Which was ironic, seeing as Jane was actually older than Veloceraptor.
Eventually Jane purchased her a small plastic Veloceraptor figure from a penny machine and stuck it on her locker with a note that said, "Now they really have a 'V' to want." And ever since then they had called each other by their nicknames when communicating in any way other than face to face speech.
Yo Veloceraptor,
I'm glad you have her in there. I know what it's like to not have anyone when you really need someone. And I wouldn't wish it upon anyone. But look on the bright side; now we both have steady babes who we love. Could life be better?! (Apart from maybe that 'million dollars and no boundaries' thing you mentioned.)
Maura is great! At the moment we're looking after her friend's kid while she's (funnily enough) in prison. I have no idea which one she's in, what she's in for, or even what her name is! Maura has been very quiet about the whole thing. Only think I know is that Peanut is such a great kid. She's smart, funny, sporty, creative, and quiet. (The quiet part is concerning us a little though) She has these little glasses that she can't see without which remind me so much of you, all thick black rims and squinting.
I never thought I'd even consider having a kid with anyone but after the last couple of months (and a few before that with TJ) I'm thinking it might not be too bad. Maura is so great with her and I can imagine how amazing she would be with a kid of our own. But maybe I save these thoughts till after we get married, if it ever happens. (Although I may do a little bit of internet research in the meantime. See if scientists have made any breakthroughs.)
Keep getting the V,
Junior.
Alex folded up the piece of paper and put it in the shoebox under her bed with the others she had gotten from Junior. They were one of the only forms of contact with the outside world that she had had since getting locked up. Her mom was dead, her dad was a nasty sleaze ball whom she didn't want anything to do with, she had no brothers or sisters, and being an international drug cartel didn't really make for a great social life which meant she only really had friends she'd had all her life. Like Junior. People she could always rely on.
And Junior was someone she would trust her life with. Even someone who she loved's life with. Junior, Jane (it felt wrong thinking of her in such a fond way as a joke of a nickname) was someone she would trust her kid's life with.
They looked at the webpage sitting open on Alex's laptop, sat on Piper's legs while she sat in between Alex's legs with her back against the dark haired woman's chest. They had been looking at stuff online for almost a month now, and finally found a clinic in Paris that could do what they wanted. It would take a long time, cost a lot of money, and most likely be painful.
"So, we agree?" Alex asked, leaning her chin on Piper's shoulder and scrolling through the page again.
"We agree." Piper squeaked out excitedly, nodding her head up and down.
Alex clicked on the E-mail account provided and started typing out a message, eager to get the show on the road. "Now we wait and see." She said when the e-mail was sent. Their whole future now sat in the hands of a receptionist in a small clinic office, a country over, and that was not only scary but exhilarating. At first Alex didn't know what to think about Piper's big plan, but now that it was underway, or at least plans were underway.
Alex wasn't one to jump into things. She didn't take chances, and she sure as hell didn't make big decisions lightly. So this, this HUGE decision was a big deal for her. So big that she'd actually taken a few days to step away and think about what she was getting herself into. When she had gotten back from her weekend away to Italy, it was with a huge smile on her face and an extra beat to her heart.
Piper opened the laptop again and re-read the information for the tenth time that morning. "It says here that you will have to take oestrogen shots for a month before they can take out your eggs. I can help with that." Piper said, resting back more comfortably into Alex's chest. "And they have a sperm bank that they use but we can pick our own if we want." Alex nodded against Piper's shoulder.
"I want our kid to look like both of us. So we need to find a guy with blonde hair and grey eyes. Where the hell do we get one of those?" Alex remarked while reaching over to open a new window on the computer and clicked on google. "Cum bank." She spelled out as she typed out on the keys.
Piper laughed and slapped Alex's hands out of the way to correctly search. "Sperm Bank Paris, France." She corrected, clicking search and watching all the results pop up. Finally she selected a website called and started looking through the results. Before they could even pass the A's they found a man named Anton who was Caucasian, had blonde hair and blue eyes, lived in Paris and was willing to supply fresh sperm instead of having to use frozen stuff. But to put the icing on the cake he had a PH.D in Molecular Biology and Protein Chemistry. He was perfect.
Sharing a look, they both cracked smiles and shared a small kiss before Alex typed in his number to her phone and clicked call. Piper only understood a small bit of the French language which made getting by in a French dominated country. Okay, who are we kidding here. She knew how to say 'Hello', 'Goodbye', and ask where the bathroom was. So she was completely lost when Alex started speaking in fluent French.
*"Bonjour, est-ce Anton de ? Oui, mon nom est Alex et ma copine et moi espérions pour se procurer du sperme de vous pour avoir un bébé. Nous étions tous les deux très impressionnés par vos qualifications et vous répondez à toutes les exigences physiques que nous avons. Nous espérons être implanté dans aorund un mois et demi ou deux, donc je serais en mesure de vous contacter à cette époque de se rencontrer? Oui, je comprends qu'il y aura un coût impliqué mais ce n'est pas un problème pour nous. Oui, je vais revenir au contact proche de la date. Nous vous remercions de votre coopération. Au revoir pour l'instant." Alex said, taking breaks every now and then as he answered a question or said something. But for the importance of the conversation, it really didn't last all that long.
When Alex hung up the phone she spun to Piper with a grin on her face. "He said yes."
"Hello, this is Dr Isles." Maura answered her phone the same as always.
"Someone from Litchfield Women's Federal Prison is trying to call you. To accept please press one." the automated Machine said before Maura pressed one and it connected.
"P." Maura greeted with a smile.
"Maura." Piper greeted cheerfully, right back. "How are you today?" she asked almost mechanically, as this was how almost every conversation had begun for the last couple of months.
"I have been well. Thank you for asking. Would you like to speak to her?" Maura asked, already preparing to hand the phone over.
Piper sighed with relief. "Yes please." She had known Maura since she was a child growing up in the admittedly more privileged socialites in Massachusetts. But regardless of how long she had known the woman, no matter how much she trusted, loved, and relied on her, there was only so many times she could have the same conversation day in, day out. And boy was this sentence a testament as to how much she trusted and relied on Maura.
There was a rustling on the other end of the phone line and the faint sound of Maura yelling, "Jamie, phone." A pause and then, "Jamie, I told you to take off your soccer boots before you came inside. Now there is mud everywhere. Please don't do it again." Another voice could be heard softly saying, "C'mon Peanut, you'll drive her loopy if you don't start listening."
Finally there was the sound of soft breathing on the other end of the line and Piper let out another breath. "Hi baby. Hi Jamie-bear." She greeted brightly, albeit a little sadly.
"Mommy!" Came a bright, cheery, carefree voice filled with excitement. "I kicked a goal today!"
And once again, Piper's heart both broke and beat faster at the same time. It was such a cruel fate to be split from your child for so long, but to have to hear all the great things that Jamie was doing, seeing, and experiencing without her there to see it all happen, it was just heart wrenching. "Good work baby, what else?"
Possibly TBC.
Thanks for reading. Please leave your feedback as this is (has been already) a lot of work and I probably won't put in the effort if it isn't really going to be worth it. Because being a writer is not only about getting out your thoughts and feelings, but making sure that your audience loves what they read and it's worth their time as well as yours. I have big plans for this story and really hope you love it.
(What Alex said on the phone during the flashback translated)
* Hello, is this Anton from ? Yes, my name is Alex and my girlfriend and I were hoping to procure some sperm from you to have a baby. We were both very impressed with your credentials and you meet all of the physical requirements we have. We are hoping to be implanting in aorund a month and a half or so, so would i be able to contact you around that time to meet up? Yes, i understand that there will be a cost involved but that is no problem for us. Yes, i will get back in contact closer to the date. Thank you for your cooperation. Goodbye for now.