Author's Note: No, it's not Keys to the Future. Sorry to say that Chapter three is still kicking my ass. But I have it on the ropes...I swear! So instead I offer you this, fine readers: a little one shot from the episode...you guessed it, "I Kissed a Girl". I'd also like to take this opportunity to say, this fandom is awesome. What other show would have me researching the mating habits of tortoises in one chapter and La Perla lingerie in another? No one but Rizzoli & Isles. :) And now on to our regularly scheduled program...
Maura placed a final drink order, leaning against the bar as she waited for it to be filled. Frost and Korsak had already left with the evidence, taking it straight back to the station so the lab could start work on it first thing in the morning. She smiled at the bartender in thanks as she picked up a bottle of beer for Jane and a martini for herself, clutched against the bottle and glass were two distinct piles of red napkins.
She made her way to Jane's table, laying out a fresh beer in front of the detective before she took her place across from her. Maura distributed their separate napkin piles in front of each of them, taking a sip of her martini she murmured over the glass, a triumphant, "I win."
Jane looked down at the rather large pile of phone numbers that Maura had accumulated over the night; it more than doubled her own pile. She glanced at the blonde, "How many free drinks did you give out?"
Maura's eyes widened comically and her mouth opened in an o of surprise. But her response was seemingly calm and casual, "I don't think that information is relevant."
Jane chuckled. So like Maura to feel the need to make a grand gesture to win strangers over. Free drinks or no, it really wouldn't have mattered. The corset top the blonde was still wearing would have been enough to gather dozens and dozens of phone numbers.
The brunette slipped off her jacket and placed it over Maura's shoulders. This time the blonde didn't protest. "You win." She conceded.
"Korsak gave me a few tips before I started my shift tonight." Maura clarified, taking a long sip of her drink.
Jane's eyebrow raised at that, lips pursed she questioned the blonde, "What exactly did he say?"
The blonde explained, thoughtfully, "He told me to treat every woman like you. But he made it clear that I shouldn't use any medical or scientific terminology, or statistics or random facts."
Jane nodded, in other words, 'Flirt like you do with Jane and talk like a normal person.' She took a few gulps of her beer, wondering if Maura realized how much the two of them did flirt. It certainly wasn't normal behavior for two friends, but Jane wouldn't change it for the world.
What started out as a simple crush on her part had developed into something much more: which is why it had hurt so much when Maura had announced that she wasn't her type. She wanted to be the blonde's type, desperately. But even if they were both lesbian or bi-sexual she couldn't imagine the brilliant doctor wanting her in a romantic sense. Possibly a one night stand, a quick release of tension but nothing more and Jane wanted so much more.
She took another sip of her beer and decided to push the blonde a little. "Did you find out what your type was?" she asked.
Maura frowned, "No. I think I would have to go several dates," she paused as her fingers flipped through the stack of napkins in front of her, "in order to determine conclusively what my type would be. I'm sure a pattern would emerge after enough encounters. "
Jane didn't like the sound of that at all. "I'm sure there is an easier way than that." The blonde looked at her curiously until she continued. "Why don't we try to let your imagination figure it out?"
"How do you mean?" Maura asked, obviously confused at what Jane was suggesting.
The brunette gave her a reassuring smile, "I'm going to give you a scenario in which you will meet your perfect mate and as you imagine it you're going to discover your type. "
"You mean engage my corpus callosum with auditory cues to extrapolate the missing data?" Maura questioned as she nibbled on a slice of orange from the rim of her martini glass.
Jane simply stared at her for a minute, her immediate thought was, 'You're so hot.' But instead she waved her hand dismissively, "Yes that's exactly what I meant, Brainiac. Close your eyes."
Maura did as she was told and the detective took the opportunity to gaze at her friend. The blonde medical examiner was no doubt the most beautiful woman that Jane had laid eyes on. But she wasn't just attracted to her physically, she found her adorable. How she so often seemed to know everything under the sun until faced with something as simple as a flutternutter sandwich. The blonde's determination and poise, her inability to lie and her blunt awkwardness should have made her an instant enemy but something about the combination of all that was Maura Isles had Jane hooked.
The medical examiner cracked an eye open, and Jane replied defensively. "I'm thinking..." the blonde stole a final sip of her drink before keeping both eyes closed.
"You're in a park and you're waiting on a bench..." She began, only to be interrupted by her friend.
"What kind of park? What season is it? Am I alone? You need to be more descriptive if this has any hope of working." Maura explained, her eyes stayed closed so she missed the exasperated look on Jane's face.
"Okay fine. "She took a calming breath, letting her frustration show in her voice was not going to help this little scenario along. "It's spring in Boston and you've decided to meet your sweetheart for lunch in Ramler Park. The sun is high in the sky, shining down on you making you feel warm and peaceful. You take a seat on the blue rot iron bench that overlooks the large round fountain. You take off your light grey overcoat because it's too nice a day to wear it. You eyes sweep out over the landscape, taking in the beautiful white tulips surrounding the fountain. You breathe in the scent of cherry blossoms that surround your bench, seeing a few of the flowers break free and swirl in the air before landing on the grass." Had Jane's eyes not been trained on Maura's face she might have missed the way the blonde breathed in, at the exact moment she was instructed to, a soft smile coming to her face as if she could actually smell the fragrance of flowers in bloom.
"You're both excited and nervous at the same time, smoothing the fabric of your wine colored dress over your legs as you wait. Your sweetheart has been out of town for a few days and you've missed them terribly. It was only a few days but the time apart seemed endless and you've been dreaming of running into their arms the second you lay eyes on them. But waiting begins to take its toll and you start to fidget, playing with the buttons on your coat. You've chosen the perfect vantage point because you can see both entrances to the park clearly. You turn your head from one entrance to the other hoping for some glimpse of your sweetheart, but seeing no one. You feel the warm weight of a hand on your shoulder; it doesn't startle you because you know exactly who it belongs to. You turn around and see..."the brunette trailed off, hoping that Maura would pick up the narrative and describe her 'sweetheart'.
"Jane" Maura murmured a radiant smile on her face.
Jane wondered if Maura was simply stating her name, because she stopped talking or whether it was actually her that the blonde was seeing. God she hoped so. "Describe your sweetheart, Maura." She all but whispered to her friend.
"She's tall and beautiful. She's smiling at me; she's missed me just as much as I've missed her. I hate when we're apart. She moves around the bench and I'm in her arms immediately. I hold her tightly against me, breathing in the scent of her chocolately brown hair. We always fit so well together." The blonde let loose a bliss filled sigh before continuing, entirely caught up in the fantasy.
"We kiss: it's sweet and soft, a mere prelude to what we will be doing in her apartment later. I've missed our physical intimacy but I've missed her presence just as much. In her absence I've realized how empty my life is without her. How full of light, wonder and possibilities it is when she's with me. It doesn't matter what horrors we have to face at work because we have each other. "
Jane waits with bated breath for more. A tall woman who works with her that lives in an apartment...she prays silently that she is who Maura is describing. It's not enough to go on, she's needs more...needs to know for certain that Maura is picturing her best friend and not some nameless look alike.
A soft smile flits across Maura's face, "She's made us fluff sandwiches with peanut butter, like her mom makes her. They are horribly unhealthy and hard to digest but they taste so incredibly good. She's feeding me little triangles of delightfulness and I'm licking the fluff from her finger tips. We share smiles and laughter as she tells me how horrible her trip away from me has been. As she cups my cheek in her palm and I feel the soft brush of her scar against my skin I know that I've finally found what I've been looking for all my life."
It's enough for Jane, more than enough. She slips from her chair and rounds the table in seconds. She cups the blonde's cheek, just like her counterpart in Maura's fantasy, and pulls her into a soft kiss. Maura moans against her, allowing Jane's tongue to slip into her mouth and dance erotically with her own. She pulls Jane closer, her fingers threading through the long brown locks, the kiss so much more than she imagined it to be. Jane finally pulls away, panting softly as she presses her forehead against Maura's. "I'm not your type..." Jane excuses softly.
Maura pecks the brunette's swollen lips softly, "You're my ideal..." she murmurs in response.
As Jane throws a wad of bills on the table her thoughts turn to Katie Gaynor-Randle. She thanks the young woman for bringing the two of them to this club and opening their eyes to their heart's true desires. Her fingers lace with Maura's as she tugs the blonde towards the back door as she silently vows to do everything in her power to find Katie's killer and bring her to justice.