Rizzoli & Isles
Chapter 1
A/N: There were clearly not enough Rizzoli/Grant stories to satisfy me. Enjoy.
Disclaimer- I do not own any characters used in the following tale. This was solely created for enjoyment, not profit.
"I liked you." Joe Grant admitted.
"Really?" Jane barely uttered as she couldn't control the smile creeping onto her face.
"Yeah…for a long time, I mean like a really, really long time." Grant smiled back.
Jane nearly blushed but contained it in a sweet grin. Grant reached to move some of her wet tresses out of her eyes. He took a deep breath; inhaling as much of her scent as he could. Their heads danced around each other before they slowly leaned in, both feeling the building of passion.
Jane hesitated though and looked down. "You're leaving." She stated sadly rather than asked.
Grant kissed her forehead instead. "Yeah." He answered anyway.
Jane nodded in understanding. "Well have fun in Washington." She lightly kissed his cheek. "And I'll miss you." Without thinking she kissed his cheek a second time and quickly stood, hoping to escape as quickly as possible.
She hastily retreated through the door to her building, out of the rain and away from the emotional display. As she raced up to her apartment she unconsciously held her breath and not until the door was closed behind her did she release it to take another long and unsteady breath. Jo Friday met her at the door prancing happily from her bed but was ignored by a preoccupied Jane.
Unaware of her movements she stepped into the kitchen. She could hardly focus on anything. Her thoughts were replaying the scene downstairs; the rain dripping down his cheek, the sweet touch of his lips on her forehead, how sweet they could have felt against her own.
In a second of clarity she grabbed a hand towel with the intent to dry off and moved to her bedroom. She was stopped short however by a disconcerting thought, 'Could he still be out there?'
She shuffled back and forth, leaning from one foot to the other, externally debating about heading over to the window to check; to see if he was still on her front porch, temptingly soaked to the bone. She nearly paced in a complete circle before finally deciding to check. Tentatively lifting the blinds she noticed he was… gone.
Another held breath escaped her but this one somehow felt more final. He was gone.
She was confused by her feelings in that moment. On one hand she wished he'd still be there so she could run down right into his awaiting arms and never leave them. However on the other, she was grateful that he wasn't so she didn't run the risk of letting him get any closer. She was extremely afraid that if she gave in, the inevitable would happen; she'd screw it up and end up hurt and more emotionally scarred then she already was. Her track record was pretty bad.
She was telling the truth when she said she was going to miss him. Even with all the bickering and name calling, she really did care for him and she may have been a little attracted to him… a little, tiny bit… maybe more than a little... okay she really liked him and could see herself being happy with him if she could only get past herself.
"Ugh!" She exclaimed. She wanted to forget about everything, the feelings, the spoken and unspoken words fluttering around her head and mostly the intense sensation that she may have just made a huge mistake. For some annoying reason however, there was no silencing her rapid and persistent thoughts.
She moved toward her bedroom once again with the intention of getting dry but Jo Friday started barking and immediately ran back to the door; there was clearly someone there. A knock soon followed.
Jane hesitated, letting the silence take control for a second but Jo's second round of barking brought her back."Who is it?" Jane called to the door, fearful to move. If she ran to the door like her excitement compelled her to, she'd feel like a complete fool and be more than a little disappointed if it wasn't him.
"It's me" Jane heard through the door. She smiled to herself, relieved. He wasn't gone. He was here, standing outside her door wanting to come in. Her smile soon turned into a frown as she slowly started walking forward. 'Now what?' She thought.
"Open the door Janey… Please." He begged.
"Don't' call me that." She found her voice and replied through the door with more force than she actually felt.
"Are you going to open the door?" He challenged. There was a hint of irritation floating in his tone.
"I haven't decided… Tell me why I should." She countered.
"Well for one I'm soaking wet and a towel would be nice." He stopped for a second, calming himself. His voice softened, "And also there was something else I wanted to say."
The door opened, whether she did it or he did, as she hadn't locked it after she entered, neither could recall. But there he was, in front of her, soaked and looking at her with such intensity. Her breath hitched.
"Wha…" She began but she was not allowed to finish. A moment after the door was opened Grant rushed forward, giving her no time to think and kissed her squarely on the mouth. The intensity from his look overflowed into his actions. He finally gave free rein to all his pent up emotions from years of suppression and they exploded into that one kiss. There was no response from Jane for about a half second before she was giving as good as she got; responding in kind to his touches.
In between the kissing and necessary breathing they shuffled over to her bedroom collapsing onto the comforter already void of several articles of clothing.
Some hours later Jane awoke in her own bed but she was a little disoriented as she was on the opposite side of the bed than she usually slept. It was dark outside and she couldn't see the clock on her nightstand. She rolled over to see Joe Grant sleeping soundly next to her with tossed hair and completely naked to boot. The combination of the current visual and the memories from only hours before made her smile deeply and she leaned toward him, snuggling into his shoulder. He moaned while she moved, waking up. He eventually turned toward Jane, wrapping her in his arms.
"I was hoping it wasn't just a dream." He mumbled while inhaling the fresh scent of her.
She beamed in return. "Me too."
He sighed in contentment while his fingers glided along her arm and side, caressing them sweetly.
A good twenty minutes went by without a word spoken between them as they soaked up the comfortable silence.
Jane replayed the events of the last few hours and grinned when she remembered that fiery and passionate look he gave after the front door was opened.
"So, what was the something you had to say?" She teasingly asked while her head was resting on his bare chest. Her fingers were making circles along his torso mischievously.
When he didn't respond she lifted her head to look in his eyes. He had a very tender smile splayed across his face. His hand reached up to cup her cheek.
"I'm really going to miss you too."
Those words seemed to strike Jane's insides; she visibly jolted away from him.
"This was a mistake." She moved to get out of the bed, sliding her legs over the side.
"Janey." He reached for her.
She sat still on the edge of the bed slightly hunched over with her arms wrapped around herself and for the moment ignoring the fact that he called her 'Janey' yet again. His hands soothingly rubbed up and down her shoulders and back.
"You're leaving." She said again, her husky voice full of emotion and her eyes near the point of tears but she refused to let even one drop.
He let out a breath. "Ask me to stay." He leaned in and kissed her shoulder.
She turned to him and searched his eyes once more.
"You…you would do…no… No! You can't. I won't let you. The job, it's too big." She looked down. "You have to go." She finally sighed out.
"I would stay if you asked me too."
"But I won't." She finally got out of the bed dragging the top sheet with her to cover her body. "Don't you have to leave soon?"
"Yeah, I guess I do." He got up too, slipping on his boxers that happened to be within reach, though they were still slightly damp from the rain.
"Do you mind if I…" Grant began to ask as he picked up his soggy pants.
"Yeah, dryer's in the closet next to the kitchen." She turned to the bathroom and called, "turn on some coffee too while you're in there, will ya?"
She exited her room fully clothed and refreshed after taking a quick shower. As she turned the corner she was astonished to see a butt naked Joe Grant standing in the middle of her kitchen drinking a cup of coffee.
"Oh Jesus!." She exclaimed but couldn't turn away from such an enticing site. She laughed and shook her head. "Making yourself comfortable?" She stepped up next to him to fix herself a cup of coffee.
"Sorry everything's still wet."
"And every towel next to the dryer didn't seem worthy enough to wrap up in?"
"Thought you might enjoy the view." He smirked at her as she blushed slightly.
"How thoughtful." She smiled with a fake sweetness but then paused and added more quietly, "I do." She smiled but avoided making eye contact.
"Yeah?" He leaned into Jane, brushing their shoulders and hips together. Both still had their coffee cups in hand but with his free hand he tilted her chin towards him and he leaned in further. It's a tender kiss they share, different from all the others they've shared up till this point. They both savor the taste of the other.
"Yeah" she mumbled as he leaned back.
"Mmm." His eyes are still closed. "I should get dressed."
"Yeah." She said again, though this time dejectedly; disappointed that she was losing the view. He stepped away.
He was back by her side in less than a minute, dressed in the same outfit from before except this time he's dry. 'Bummer.' She thought.
He slowly slides in next to her, reclaiming his spot. She still evades his eyes, afraid that what she'll find there will test her nerve and she'll ask him not to go.
They walk to the door together, both feeling the weight of the moment and that makes them extremely awkward.
"So…Would it be alright if I called you sometime?" He asked with a hopeful yet saddened voice that could only be accomplished by Joe Grant.
"I would like that." She smiled.
He kissed her one last time then turned to leave.
"Have fun in Washington. I'll miss you." She repeats.
"Good bye Jane."
"Bye." She awkwardly responds. He smiles and walks away; out the door, down the stairs, to his car and all the way to Washington D.C.