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Flashbacks are in italics
*Side note: Congratulations to Sasha Alexander on her PCA win! Rizzoli and Isles should definitely not be ending! What are these people thinking?!
Disclaimer: We own nothing. Rizzoli & Isles belongs to TNT, Tess Gerritsen, and Janet Tamaro and Jan Nash. This story is very similar to the movie "Miss Congeniality" starring Sandra Bullock.
Hanging by a Moment
Jane POV:
"Back to your desk Rizzoli", Cavanaugh booms and walks out of the room. "Yes sir", I answer quietly.
"Why didn't anyone tell me he was right behind me? Really guys?" Frost complains and there's grumbles and excuses about not having eyes in the back of their heads and not paying attention. Whatever, "Frost, can you keep everything case related and not going and having fun? Hoyt needs to be stopped and you are damn wrong if you think I'm going to let you screw this up. You know how important it is…. What the hell is that?! Get it off the screen now!" I am so pissed right now because now my officer profile and picture are on the screen and suddenly I'm wearing a stupid polka-dot bathing suit. "Philips, get it off the screen!" I all but growl at the lackey. All the guys laugh, all of them except Frost that is.
"Now hold on… That actually doesn't look that bad. Try a long dress thing or whatever they call them." Frost says and I guess I've turned into invisible girl once again. My protests fall on deaf ears, man I really hate it when this happens. Quicker than I can reach over to turn off the screen, there is a picture of me flashing on the screen with a dress on. "That's not bad at all. It could work." Frost turns to me and right now I'm fuming. "You're so funny Frosty. You better save that because you'll never see it again." I turn back to my desk. I don't want Cavanaugh showing up out of nowhere and yelling at me again. Frost's cries for me fall on my deaf ears for a change. Man, I really need a drink!
"Look Janie, you are our only hope. None of the other female officers are available or fit the bill."
"Oh thanks Frost, you sure know how to make a girl feel good about herself. Nice to know I'm the last choice." I say gruffly. "Well, to be fair, none of us really see you as a girl, Rizzoli. It's not like you prance around here with heels on and caked on make-up. Not that you look bad or anything, it's just we see you as one of the guys, a tough, kickass cop."
"What so now girls can't be kickass, tough cops, is that what you are saying?"
"No you are taking this all wrong. Just please, hear me out. That's all I'm asking. This undercover op is key to stopping Hoyt, and we all know how much you want to do that. And if that means dressing like a girl for once to do it, what's the big deal. Who knows, it might not be as bad as you think."
"Have you ever worn makeup, a dress, heels, or a bikini Frost? They aren't as fun for us as they are for you guys to look at. "
"Well I'm not opposed to begging to get you to do this. Or I will go straight to Cavanaugh and have him officially assign it to you, as an order, so you can't say no."
"Well then, that's what you are going to have to do. I'm not going to voluntarily put myself through all of that work to look like a girly girl."
"Trust me Jane, you will look good." I scoff at that. "Oh stop ogling me now Frost, or I'll hit ya until you forget that image." But I can't deny that the compliment isn't nice. What girl doesn't like to be told they look good?
"Okay well since you won't agree to it when I ask nicely, let's go talk to the Captain. Hey Captain!" Before I can protest, I am being dragged into Cavanaugh's office and told to sit in the chair like a dog.
"Frost, what can I do for ya?" Cavanaugh asks without looking up from his desk, "Well sir, you know how I got the tip about the beauty pageant and the undercover opportunity?" Cavanaugh nods for him to continue, "Well I was going through officers trying to find one that is right for the position, and I stumbled upon Jane. With a little cleaning up, she could really fit in with the crowd and get the information we need."
"Frost, Jane is on probation right now. Strictly desk duty. No field work. You know that. I can't risk it. Nothing else can go wrong to jeopardize this case."
"I know that sir but please let me show you what I mean." He shows him the computer generated picture of me in the bikini and dress.
Cavanaugh is quiet for a few minutes. "Well I can't deny that she looks good in a dress, and would definitely be able to strut her stuff with the best of 'em in this pageant, I just don't know if I can chance it."
"Do I really not have a say in this?" I ask, being completely ignored for what feels like the umpteenth time today.
"Please Captain, this is our last shot, and she's our only hope. She can do it. I trust her fully."
"Okay Frost, well if you're vouching for her, your ass is on the line too. You need to watch her, you're gonna be held responsible for her actions just as much as she is."
"Captain, as happy as I am to be off of desk duty for this assignment, do you really think I'm the best person for the job. I mean as Frost so nicely pointed out earlier, I'm not exactly a girly girl. I never have been one to dress up or be a typical girl."
"I know that Rizzoli, but as far as I understand, you are our only option. We need to catch Hoyt, and I'm willing to use you to do it. Consider it an order. No objections." He dismisses us, effectively ending our conversation, if you could even call it that. We both exit the office and Frost, sensing that I am angry, walks away from me and heads towards the break room. I start to go after him, intending on speaking my mind and telling him exactly how I feel about the stunt he just pulled.
"Frost. You are number one on my hit list right now. I am not happy with you, at all. You better run before I can catch you and beat you silly for going over my head to the Captain and making me do this stupid girly pageant." I chase him into the gym, only stopping after I see we aren't alone.
"Okay Rizzoli, I'll fight ya for it. If you beat me, you're off the case and I somehow find someone else to do it. I win, you suck it up and be a girl. Deal?"
"Oh you're on!" We both put on gloves, and get ready to duke it out. We circle around each other for a few minutes, trying to psych each other out, until someone yells "Oh get on with it already."
I make the first punch, effectively hitting him in the side of his head. I wrap my arm around his neck and try to pull him down to the ground.
"Jane it won't be that bad. I will make sure you are dressed tastefully, and with a couple of body shaping exercises, you will be good to go."
That distracts me for a moment, making me lose my focus, giving Frost the perfect opportunity to retaliate.
"My money is on Frost." I hear someone say, probably Foster. I never really liked that guy. "Nah, you don't know Jane like I do. Don't underestimate her. When she's angry enough, she can pack a real punch. 50 bucks on Jane." I hear Korsak say. Good old Korsak, always collecting bets on me. At least he's in my corner for this one.
We both throw a few more punches, and pull out all the stops. No one is holding back, we're using everything we got. In the end, Frost is somehow victorious and I'm lying on my back wondering how I ended up there.
"How in the hell did you do that?" "You forget Jane, I know your weaknesses and tells. Heck I think I know you better than I know yourself."
I take a very slow deep breath. "So you're saying… That I have to… wear the dress?" I manage to let out through pants. Frost looks down at me on the ground. "Yup!" he says cheerfully, thinking that he has me all figured out. So I decide to wipe the smug smile off his face. "Oh okay." I say as I side swipe his feet out from under him. Causing him to crash down on the mat next to me.
Across the gym I hear Korsak cheering for me. "You go, Janie" he says. I raise my gloved arm in the air in acknowledgement. I just won that battle. Distracted, I don't see Frost getting up, until it's too late. I'm on the ground again, after Frost tackled me, and he is now pinning me down. I wriggle around furiously, trying to get out of his grasp.
"Nuh uh Jane, I'm not letting you go that easy. I need you for this case. Now admit your defeat so we can continue on with our day. You still have a bunch of paperwork to do since you don't start your new assignment until tomorrow"
I stop struggling and wait a few moments, thinking about what he said. I think about just giving in. I know whether or not I win this fight, my orders are to go undercover; so I will have to do it, whether I want to or not. I don't give up, I'm no quitter. I use all of the strength I can muster and maneuver out of Frost's tight grip, this time pinning him to the mat, and keeping him there. He eventually taps out, astounded that I managed to beat him and his ego.
"Jane, congrats you won the fight. But we both know Cavanaugh is still making you go on assignment. It's out of my hands now. You will do great. You really proved yourself today, you can do anything you put your mind to. That's part of the reason I agreed to the fight. I wanted you to let out some of your anger and realize how much of an asset you will be to the team."
"Yeah yeah. Let's just get on with our day, yeah? As you said, I still have to go undercover in a dress and bikini either way, thanks to the Captain's orders."
It's been 3 days since my little fight with Frost. Even though I won the fight, I'm still about to go meet the woman who runs the pageant I am being forced to participate in. Needless to say, I am quite unhappy about the particulars of the assignment. Specifically the part where I have to strut around a stage in a bikini and heels. I mean really? Do men think that all women just want to strut around half naked on stilts? As nice as they may look, wearing bikinis all day is no cakewalk. Plus in my case… a bikini and scars don't, how do they say it, "win crowns" or whatever those bimbos win. I've been promised that they will be covered up somehow though. They bring about too many questions and suspicions, which we can't have when undercover. I'm still worried that someone is going to ask about my hands…
"No please don't! Not again! Why are you doing this to me? What did I ever do to you?" I'm shut up with a slap to the face. I'm sitting in a chair, well tied to a chair, with my hands and feet bound. My mouth was taped over, but he took it off so I could eat. A slice of bread and a little water, how fucking generous of him. I have a feeling that my mouth will be taped shut sometime soon after my little outburst. He doesn't like when I do that. I try not to move too much. It hurts when I do. There are cuts and lacerations all over my stomach, legs, and back. The son of a bitch pushes me around when I get too mouthy. Every time he comes in here, I try to reason with him, but to no avail. For some reason, he wants me, and I'm trying so hard to stop it but no matter what I do, nothing works. I almost had the ropes off once, but he caught me. That was no fun. Tighter ropes and more scars after that incident. I can't help but wonder if anyone is looking for me. They have to be by now right? I can't even tell how long I've been here, it's so dark. Hours feel like days. One time, I pushed back, before my hands were tied. That resulted in me being tied spread eagle, and him stabbing scalpels through both my hands. "Oh Jane, didn't your mother ever tell you to use your words, not your hands? You know I love hearing that pretty voice of yours. Hearing you beg for me."
I'm pulled out of my nightmare induced memory when I hear Frost calling for me. I try to shake it off, and walk over to him. Making a fist and opening my hands over and over again. These memories haven't gotten to me this much in a long time. It always happened before and during a big undercover operation. It seems to play a reminder for me, telling me to be extra careful. I really don't need any more of that shit to happen again. I guess it's flaring up because this op is so close to Hoyt,
"Hey Frost, you needed me?" I ask, knowing full well what is about to happen. "We need to go Jane. The hosts of the Miss Boston Prelims agreed to meet us at 10. It's almost 9:45 and it's at least a 20 minute drive. So we need to leave like now."
"Alright. Let me grab my coffee real quick and then we can go."
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