Title: Newton's 3rd Law
Author: Jaigagne
Pairing: Jane/Maura
Rating: PG
Summary: Action & Reaction. What might have happened at the bar in Episode 6: I Kissed a Girl. They gave me a scene, I reacted.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, the show, or anything related to the show. I don't make any money, from this or otherwise, and simply am writing for my enjoyment. If it DID belong to a fan like myself, there would be no need for fanfiction :)
Author's Note: Thank you all for your feedback! It means a lot and motivates me more than watching subtexty scenes!
Maura leisurely unrolled her yoga mat onto the floor. She took time to feel the texture beneath her fingertips, to experience the cool wood beneath her feet- everything was as it should be. A personal ritual before another attempt to try and get Jane to relax and enjoy life, at least for a moment.
She noted a shift in her friends stance and an exhale that formed a mutter- Ah, she thought as the blonde noted Jorge's entrance. Speaking of as it should be-
"Look, I just want to say that I support your choice Jane."
Jorge began his speech of understanding and listened to the uncomfortable brunette respond with not-so-subtle accounts of his constant attentiveness. Maura, like the other onlookers, pretended that the conversation was no more interesting than reports upon the weather, but the M.E. stood by, waiting for the bottom line.
Which was coming on right, about... Now. Jorge glanced her way and was met by a reassuring glance, urging him forward.
"Just glad that we live in a state were women like you can get married if that's what you want."
Maura broke away from pretended disinterest and watched the scene unfold before her. Jorge walked towards his spot and Jane froze into a smile while witnessing his departure. The phrase, "Careful what you wish for." came to mind. She couldn't help but show her amusement as she turned to her shocked companion.
"You told him I was gay?" Jane questioned, breaking from a Peter Pan stance to look at her amused mat neighbor.
"No." the blonde answered, "He assumed." Why wouldn't he? "It's different."
Before she was coerced into speaking further, Brock, her almost, might-have-been lover interrupted the class with instruction on their beginning exercises. He had been promising during the double date, he was eager, handsome, possessed excellent bone structure, and showed exceptional promise- but despite his potential, Maura had found herself completely indifferent to every word and touch he had attempted to offer.
The Doctor had almost relaxed as instructed, but was interrupted by a whispering reminder that her friend might never go to yoga with the intention of actually doing yoga.
"He assumed?" the detective leaned over, letting the inquiry fight through her throat.
Maura could only smile and let out a breathe. "Just close your eyes and breath."
"You better hope this calms me down." Jane growled.
"Or I could always tell him you like him." Maura grinned, anticipating Jane's usual response of teasing via attractive female, physical interaction.
And check.
After a round of playful shoving exchanges, the instructor gave them as much of a glower as he could muster. But alas, the minute he turned around the brunette shoved and- missed.
Maura glanced quickly at her chest and then to her right to see an off balance figure with eyes focused upon the ground and then her own hand. Isles bent down into the instructed pose to catch Jane's line of sight. She had planned to only smile in reassurance that no harm was done, but quickly found her right arm reach out and bat at her embarrassed neighbor.
Their surrounding audience paused briefly to watch Rizzoli lose balance and fall to the side with a loud "Thump!" then quickly went back to their strenuous positioning, fully used to the assumed couple's shenanigans.
"Maura!" Jane yelped as she hit the floor.
Well at least she isn't worrying about groping me, the blonde fought back a burst of laughter, only to win half the battle.
As the detective struggled to an upright position, she faltered, and grasped the hand that was haphazardly offered to her by an increasingly entertained Doctor. As the weight shifted, Jane's weight gave forward as the blonde tried to compensate for the change in balance. The end result looking a lot like it had during the Restaurant Rouse, the name that Jane had dubbed one of Maura's infamous "almost lies." The only difference this interest held was that this one lingered for a moment, without hands flying to separate the air between them.
Maura was a little more than intrigued by Jane's very own orbicularis oculi and *parizor batalis, which were contracting as they stood approximately an inch apart. After drinking in the information, the blonde grinned, turned back to her mat, and matched the poses that surrounded her.
The class had ended several minutes ago and the newly balanced M.E. began towards her car in the lot. Jane had shot out right after class so her end of the case's paper work could be squared away for the time being and Maura had business of her own to attend to. Shopping business.
While fishing for her keys in her pristinely threaded purse, she caught a male nurse in her peripherals. Isles sighed and acknowledged that she should have expected a second interaction, given the hints that she had passed on to him earlier that day.
He approached the blonde simply and exchanged a few pleasantries before cutting to the chase.
"So she really isn't attracted to me?" Jorge beckoned.
"Don't worry," the blond patted his shoulder. "She doesn't know why either." With that Maura unlocked her car, climbed in, and scheduled time for when she would further test her new forming theory.
"I see there aren't any untimely yet delicious gifts on your desk today." Korsak offered.
Jane stiffened in her office chair, "Yep."
"No notes, no half heart necklace?" He queried with a pleased look covering his face. "Either you gave in or he got the hint." Korsak being Korsak, he couldn't help but chuckle at the wonder of his humor.
"Hilarious." the brunette let out as she stared hard at the monitor, as if to will the report to write itself.
"I mean, you don't write, you don't call-"
Jane huffed and cut her former partner off, afraid how long the one-sided conversation might last. "If by "got the hint" you mean, assume I'm gay, then yes. No more presents for Jane. Don't you have work?"
"I seem to remember what that is, in fact I think it's at my desk." Korsak smiled and turned to be on his way.
Gay? No- Imagine that. A loud laugh escaped his lips as a hand met his chest.
*spelling liberties were taken on this muscle name, for google failed me.