A/N: If you want to get ahead in life, don't sit in the back of your classrooms. It makes it too easy to write fanfiction instead of paying attention. That said, I was not expecting the response that I got to this oneshot, so I've decided, screw it. I'm gonna write more. I realized that my Western and my Crossover are both too angsty and prolonging the Rizzles, and even in my other R&I fanfic, I adhered too close to the show to really have fun. So I need an outlet like this! p.s. GO YANKEES!
Naturally the moment Jane and Maura had left, Stacey pulled up her laptop and went to facebook. Friends remained on unnoticed in the background as the three girls huddled around Stacey's computer to facebook stalk Jane Rizzoli, and also hopefully learn more about Maura in the process.
"Oh, good Lord," Rachel gasped when they'd found the profile. "She is hot."
"If I were a lesbian, I wouldn't kick her out of bed," Amber concurred.
Jane's profile picture consisted of her and Frankie making ridiculous flexing poses outside of the Coliseum, mimicking ancient statues. She was wearing a loose tank-top and very short denim cut-offs, effectively showing off much of her hard, angular physique. The picture had been uploaded just a week ago, with the caption, "Maura wanted to see what I've been up to in Italy. This is the picture I emailed her. Expect this profile pic to change when we are reunited (: Can't wait!"
"Can we see the rest of the album?" Rachel asked. "I'm curious…"
Stacey instantly acquiesced, and just by searching through Jane's numerous profile pictures, the girls were indeed able to learn and understand more about Maura than they had in the last four weeks. For instance, they now understood why Maura had made an effort to accompany them to sports games —a number of the photos showed Jane engaging in various athletic activities: jumping a hurdle, spinning a basketball on her finger, standing in a soccer goal looking very bored, and being tackled by her uncle in a Thanksgiving football game. But more endearing (at least for Maura's voyeuristic roommates) were the ones in which Maura was also included: Jane and Maura dressed for a tennis game at a country club; a celebratory hug after a Powderpuff victory in which Jane had scored the final touchdown; Jane winking at the camera as she stood behind Maura, "helping" her with her billiards stance; a shot of them at a Celtics game, where Jane and the boy tagged next to her, Barry Frost, were leaping out of their seats in excitement while Maura had her eyes buried in Properties of Quantum Mechanics.
This was to say nothing of the pictures that weren't sports-related. A picture from last Halloween showed them dressed as a doctor and a detective, with Jane suggestively holding Maura's wrist in one hand and a pair of cuffs in the other. Another, captioned "finals week…" captured Jane mid-sit-up, a textbook propped up in her lap as Maura held her feet, studying another book lying against Jane's legs. Yet another showed the girls lying on their stomachs, smiling at each other, a tortoise on Maura's right and a mangy-looking puppy on Jane's back.
The most recent photo before the Coliseum one was actually mostly of Maura, as it had been taken from Skype. She was blowing a kiss, and in the bottom right corner, Jane mimed catching it ("left my heart in Boston ): miss my girl"). The next non-Italy picture had been taken at graduation, with Maura basically piggy-backing Jane, waving her hat in the air like a cowgirl while Jane was bent over, laughing ("the Valedictorian felt that her certificate, ten minute speech, and special medal thingy weren't enough validation for her work, so she also got to be carried around for the day by her personal, very willing slave").
As if these weren't obnoxiously adorable enough, the next picture was the only one in the album where Jane and Maura were actually kissing. Maura was wearing a gorgeous red dress that was bold enough in color to distract one from noticing how modest it was (although it did nicely accentuate her waist and chest). For her part, Jane was fitted very nicely in a tux and red tie to match Maura's dress. Jane's dark hair fell smoothly down her back, while Maura's was elegantly pulled up and away from her face, giving her a very fresh look. Both were smiling into their chaste kiss, and Maura had lifted one hand to cup Jane's cheek. They were also both wearing cheap crowns, and according to the caption "of course two seconds after this picture was taken, Maura's crown got stuck on mine and it took the other prom king five minutes to figure out how to separate us again." This picture had a ton of comments, the first of which was from Frost: "hey, I was doing the best I could! p.s. let's hear it for the PC prom police!" Jane's response: "YEAH! gay people and black people exist! And they can be royalty!" (What followed, interspersed between other supportive comments, was a running dialogue between Jane and Frost that was basically a series of all-capitalized variations of "yahoo" or "in it to win it," with increasing numbers of exclamation points.)
"Can we look at something else?" Rachel asked. "If we study any more of these pictures, I swear I'm going to get cavities."
"Too sweet?" Stacey chuckled. "Yeah, it's kind of gross."
"Are there any videos of her?" Amber asked. "I'd love to hear that voice again. That's the kind of voice I've always wanted."
"It was pretty sexy," Stacey agreed. "Even if she only got it by screaming herself hoarse in support of the Red Sox."
Amber snorted. "You'd have to scream yourself hoarse. In frustration. Because your team sucks butt. Ooh! Let's look at that one!" she said, pointing to a video called "Two girls and a shooting range," which had been filmed and uploaded by Frost in June.
The video began with Jane and Maura standing anxiously close, headphones still slung around their necks as Jane carefully handed over the gun they had chosen. "Now don't touch the trigger until you're actually ready to shoot," she said.
A voice from behind the camera spoke up: "Jane, talk louder. We can hardly hear you!"
The girls looked up, Jane laughing and Maura frowning. "Barry, don't film this, please!" Maura said.
"What—why not?"
"Because I'm going to make a fool of myself, and I'd rather there not be cinematographic evidence of it."
Jane waved dismissively. "Yeah, Frost, don't be a jerk." But when Maura looked back down, Jane grinned and winked at Frost, motioning for him to keep going as she and Maura covered their ears with the protective gear. Raising her voice over the sounds of gunfire that surrounded them, Jane continued to instruct Maura: "Grip it like this, take your left hand there… now point it."
"Oh, she's good," Rachel sniggered, watching Jane's fingers carefully guide Maura's as to where they ought to go.
"Loosen up a bit, babe, okay?" Jane said, gently pinching Maura's taut, strained arms. "Push and pull. Just push and pull, with equal amount of force."
"Like this?" Maura asked nervously.
"Yeah, yeah. You're good." Jane chuckled and patted Maura on the back, now totally forgetting that Frost was even there. "You look good!"
"Do I look badass?" Maura asked, turning to look at Jane with a feigned serious expression on her face.
"Yeah," Jane laughed. "You look like a badass. Whenever you're ready, take a shot."
It took Maura quite a few moments to line herself up (Frost briefly moved the camera over to his watch), then braced herself and fired a bullet. She couldn't keep in a surprised yelp, which in turn made Jane jump, which elicited a loud bark of laughter from Frost, reminding the girls of his presence. Maura was too amused by his and Jane's reactions to be upset that he was still filming her. They quickly encouraged her, saying it was very good for a first shot, and so she braved taking a few more despite the fact that her whole body jumped every time she fired one.
When the target—a human outline—was brought forward for their evaluation, Jane said, "Oh, yeah, Maura. You're definitely going into the wrong business. Forget medicine. You should become a henchman for movie bad guys." She pointed to the bullet holes, which were mostly on the target's arm and shoulders if on the outline at all. "You know, the ones who can never hit the hero, based simply on the fact that they're anonymous henchmen?"
Her cheek earned her a slap on the shoulder, and Maura insisted on trying again. As a new target was being put up, Jane said, "Watch your aim," which admittedly wasn't very helpful. She looked at the camera, and apparently Frost mouthed something to her, because Jane smiled conspiringly and nodded. When Maura was about to make her shot, Jane pinched her butt.
Maura jumped badly, but Frost's idea had worked and the jump actually put her shot more on target. However, she was unwilling to subject herself to that on camera again, and suggested Jane have a go at it.
"Yeah, really," Frost said. "Let's end this movie with some kind of dignity, please."
"Shut up, Barry," Maura said as Jane unzipped her sweater. "Oh geez, Jane, really? You are so cheesy…"
"Wait?" Jane laughed, shrugging off the sweater, which left her in only a tight black tank-top. "I thought you wanted to see the gun show."
Frost laughed and Maura just rolled her eyes, ignoring Jane as she flexed briefly for the camera. But then she got all business, assuming a very serious expression and a stance that clearly dictated she was much more practiced in this area than Maura. Any idea that she might have been merely posing was eradicated immediately when she fired six shots in a row, each of them hitting the very center of the target or just around it. Frost whistled as Maura went into exaggerated motions of fangirling, fanning herself and squealing "Oh, my gosh!" Jane casually shrugged and attempted a look of nonchalance until Maura threw her arms around her and gave her a very loud kiss on the cheek (Jane couldn't keep herself from grinning at that).
"Whoa, I will never cross you again, Jane!" Frost laughed.
"Yeah, son!" Jane shouted, now directly addressing the camera. "Y'all had better watch your backs!" She was feigning an angry, thug-life expression, which was difficult for a viewer to take seriously when Maura was on her arm, also attempting to do the same thing and failing to do anything but look cheek-pinchingly adorable. Jane waved the gun. "Yo! Maura's future roommates! You'd better watch yourselves, because if any of you ever give my girl a hard time, I will not hesitate to bust a cap in yo' asses!"
"Word!" Maura shouted. "Wait, 'word'? Was that correct usage of the slang?"
"Yes, hon."
The camera was shaking because Frost was laughing so hard. Comprehension suddenly dawned on Maura's face: "Oh, wait! Bust a cap? Does that refer to shooting a gun?"
"Yes…"
"Ohhh! I always thought it referred to breaking someone's knees." They had started walking away, and Jane and Frost were laughing hysterically. The last thing caught on film was Maura looking at Frost over her shoulder and saying in utmost seriousness, "Barry, don't put this on facebook."
While Amber pondered aloud whether Jane had thought Maura's roommates would actually see this video, Stacey and Rachel scanned the dozens of comments that had been left (their favorites being a limerick about Jane's biceps written by someone named Joe Grant, and one that had been written by Maura in Jane's account where she called Jane and Frost "a pair of thoughtless hooligans" and added, "I am glad so many people found this video edifying. You're welcome for letting Barry post it!"). But before the girls could do much more stalking, a knock at the door signaled their friends arriving to take them to the game.
It was only nine-thirty when Jane and Maura returned to the suite, but Jane was about ready to pass out from tiredness. Jet lag combined with a long flight and the time change had taken its toll, and Maura insisted she stay and sleep on the couch. She had been so tired that she actually let Maura drive them back, which was a huge deal because she did not like anyone else driving her car. Unbeknownst to Jane, Maura called Angela to let her know what was up but had to leave a message, because nobody in the Rizzoli house would be conscious for nearly another twelve hours. As soon as they were inside, Jane kicked off her shoes and collapsed onto the sofa, mumbling that she just needed to close her eyes for a few minutes and she'd be good to go.
Maura just smiled and shook her head, taking their shopping bags into her room. Making outfits from the materials they chose was going to be a fairly interesting undertaking: aluminum foil, plastic wrap, trash bags and OK! magazine were the easy choices. But they had also picked out some mint-flavored dental floss, corn on the cob, ice cream cones, cupcake holders, and glitter. It had been fun picking things out and coming up with some ideas for outfits, but as she stood in the doorway of her room and looked at her girlfriend sprawled out on the couch, Maura had to wonder if Jane would be up to going.
After another few moments of looking thoughtfully at Jane, Maura decided that so long as they would both be there tonight (there was no way Jane would be awake enough to drive, no matter what she thought), they might as well sleep together. So she quickly ran a toothbrush through her mouth and changed into an old pair of silk pajamas, knowing Jane loved how they felt. Walking back into the living room, she knew it would probably be too much of a fight to drag Jane back to her bedroom, and besides, it probably wouldn't be very considerate without asking Rachel if she'd feel awkward about it.
So, Maura walked over to the couch and lifted Jane by the shoulders, earning a tired groan. "Sh, it's okay," she whispered, sitting down and gently lowering Jane down onto her lap.
"Hey, Maura?" she asked in a gravelly voice, eyes still closed.
"Yes?"
"Mm…can I sleep here tonight?"
Maura gingerly took off Jane's Red Sox cap and kissed her forehead. "That was the plan all along, silly." She next reached for Jane's hair tie and pulled it out, letting it rest around her own wrist as she threaded her fingers through Jane's newly freed hair. A soft, satisfied sound escaped Jane's lips at these actions, and she managed to lift one arm and lay it across Maura's legs, reaching for her waist. "You're too tired to drive all the way back home," Maura whispered. "And besides, I haven't seen you in three months and four days. I can't possibly say goodbye to you when we've only been together again for an hour and forty-five minutes.
"Yeah," Jane sighed. "Don't leave."
"This is my suite…"
"I mean don't leave the couch yet."
"I won't. But would you…would you mind if I lay down a bit?"
"Hm? No."
With Jane's permission, Maura shifted so that she was leaning against the pillows on the arm of the couch. Jane was now essentially lying on top of her, nearly covering her like a warm and heavy human blanket. "Jane?"
"Hm?"
"I love you."
At this, Jane finally, blearily opened her eyes. It was a saying that had exchanged fairly often before, but something in Maura's tone and the look on her face almost made it feel as though this were the first time she had ever said it, the most important time. Jane leaned up enough to give Maura a short kiss. "I love you, Maura." Despite her unbelievable exhaustion, she infused the words with as much emotion as she could, desperate to communicate her sincerity. She missed the broad smile on Maura's face as she closed her eyes again, resting her cheek on Maura's shoulder.
A minute or two passed, and Maura ascertained that Jane was fully asleep. Her full weight was now resting on Maura, and she did not respond to the soft whisper of her name. For a moment Maura toyed with the idea of turning on the television—something low-key and quiet, an old movie—but dismissed It quickly. She was sure the noise wouldn't disturb Jane, but it would disturb the atmosphere they had established. Maura didn't want anything distracting her from the sound of Jane's breathing, the feel of her body against Maura's, even that faint airplane smell that still remained. These were things you couldn't get through a Skype or a phone call; they required intimacy, and Maura did not want it interrupted for as long as possible. She shifted her position slightly again, so that Jane was mostly lying next to her and not on top of her, although an arm was still slung over her, and her face remained buried next to Maura's neck. From here, it was easier to reach the purse she had discarded on the floor earlier, which had her phone inside it.
It took some effort, but Maura was eventually able to pull the purse over and by one of its handles and fish her phone out of it. After playing briefly with the settings, she held it up high and grinned, snapping a photo. Going into Jane's facebook account (password: Bass Friday), she posted it as Jane's new profile picture.
So the next time her roommates decided to stalk Jane Rizzoli, the picture they would see would be of Jane and Maura lying on their couch, with Jane clearly asleep and snuggled into Maura, who was smiling like a fool. Caption: Reunited, and it feels so good :)
A/N: I can't promise steady updates with this (another Calamity Jane chapter is halfway through), so set an alert if this is something you'd be interested in reading more of. Thanks for the support, guys! Also: I will be changing the title of this probably later tonight, haha. I was in a rush to post it yesterday, so I didn't really have time to give it a title I liked (it was inspired by what was playing on my iTunes at the time, which is a song by the Ronettes and should be listened to and loved by everybody. I actually thought it'd be cute to put an R&I vid to, with Maura pursuing Jane...hm... I should get on that!)
