A/N: With regards to my previous fic, Her. This is in response to Eli's comment, there's nothing wrong with Jane, nor am I a Jane-hater, I just like playing with the characters and pairings. I guess there's nothing wrong with that. Peace out! :) And to drielly & Laura, I'll think about continuing that fic :) To AlexandriaVE, yes! Meanwhile, here's a Rizzles fic. I own nothing.
Internship Blues
Hanging her classy street clothes up, she ran a nervous hand on her crisp blue scrub top. Taking in a deep breath, she muttered "ER here I come", before turning around and heading towards the door.
It's Sunday and she's working the graveyard shift. As she makes her way to the ER she's constantly making silent prayers, trying desperately to calm herself down. Not that she doesn't like being an intern and practicing what she'd studied; in fact she loves it, she loves being able to help people and use her knowledge and skills in doing so. But there's something about the ER that freaks the hell out of her. She dislikes the uncertainty of it. She is fine with the fact that because it is the Emergency Room, anything and everything can happen; she studied to become a doctor after all, so she can handle anything, except the socialization part. She hates the fact that she has to deal with each patient and their families differently. She has already accepted the fact that she is not a people person, she even heard some people refer to her as awkward and weird.
What mortifies her the most is that she's working the late night shift, which means more insane and unlikely situations are bound to happen. Maura Isles is terrified but she confidently hides it. Somewhat… She sits on a chair next to two other interns seemingly bored and sleepy whilst reading some anatomy book.
A few minutes passed, so far so good. No major disaster has occurred. Just as she was about to head towards a nearby vending machine for her caffeine fix, the door bursts open revealing a lanky woman with unruly locks, limping whilst holding on to her left thigh which was clearly dripping with blood. With her is a younger man, kinda resembles her, holding up a guilt-filled expression on his face. He opens his mouth and addresses Maura, "A little help, Doc?"
Maura's POV
I wipe off the stunned expression on my face and usher them over towards the nearest gurney, two nurses closely following behind. I spot the other interns, unmoving. Sighing, I thought to myself: Well, you're on your own, Isles. A few moments and I hear sirens nearing. Well we're even now, I thought as I glanced at the two interns scrambling as the paramedics wheel the patient brought by the ambulance in. I turn my attention back to my patient. The young man now seated at the information desk talking to a nurse. I acknowledge the nurse who kindly prepares the instruments I need to sew this gorgeous woman up. Wait, did I just say gorgeous? Snap out of it Maura, just start sewing her up. I mentally scold myself. I don a fresh pair of surgical gloves and start stitching her wound.
"How did this happen?" I ask her through my mask-clad face, hoping I was actually loud enough for her to hear.
"My stupid little brother knocked off the ladder as I was reaching for an unusual stuff he and my other brother threw over the ceiling fan. Stupid jerks." Annoyance evident in her exquisitely low, sultry voice. Did I just say sultry? Oh dear, what is up with me? I need to focus.
"That's your little brother I suppose?" Flicking my eyes over at the younger man on the other side of the room, slightly blocked by a few people moving around. She maintains eye contact.
"Yes, that's the idiot! God bless him and Tommy. I just hope they didn't call Ma yet, or this place is gonna turn into a circus." I chuckle and she gives out a hearty laugh as well.
"Sounds like a great family." I say with a hint of jealousy. I never really experienced having a family that's always present as I was growing up.
"Oh you have no idea!" She says with mock enthusiasm. We start another round of chuckles.
Jane's POV
After a few minutes, I glance down at my injury, sensing she's about done stitching me up.
"Ok, your seven stitches are done, Ms…?" She trails off as I was eyeing her handiwork on my exposed thigh.
"Rizzoli, but please call me Jane. And thank you! I bet that'd heal out prettier than the other stitches I've had." I flash her my signature Rizzoli grin.
"Oh I am certain about that, I actually made even stitches so each stitch measures the same as the other and I'll give you some topical antibiotics to prevent infection. And here's one more thing, stay out of trouble, Ms. Rizzoli." I could've sworn she just winked at me. This Doc's cool, although she talks a lot but I have to admit, she's easy on the eyes. Plus she smells good too.
"Well, what are the chances of me ending up here on your gurney, again? I would like to be stitched up by the best, you know." I say with mock seriousness.
I sense her unease and I quickly blurt out, "Just kidding, Doc."
She loosens up and gives me a quick dimply smile.
"And please, just Jane." I held out my hand.
"Maura. Isles." She announces as she shakes my hand.
"I'm still an intern, so don't expect so much from me. Just that I make pleasing stitches." She explains.
"Well, you must know. You did an outstanding job, Doc" I don't care if I'm blatantly flirting right now. What are the chances of me bumping into her in the future.