The next few days I ride the bus to put in applications and while searching for cheap mechanic's to look at my car. So far I've found no one that will even come to my apartment building to look at it, without it costing me $300 just for that. That's why on day four I find myself fishing out that card and dialing the number, on the third ring I hang up disappointed.
I sigh when I set my phone down on the arm of the chair next to me. I feel like my luck is going to continue to go south, I hate this feeling. My phone rings suddenly, startling me.
"Hello?" I answer hesitantly.
"You called, Ms. Isles."
That voice immediately starts the butterflies in my stomach.
"Yes...I need help with my car." Now that she was on the phone I was nervous about asking for her help.
"I'll have someone go take a look at it in say an hour? Is that ok?"
"Yes! It's perfect." I really should tone down my enthusiasm a few notches.
"Look I've got to go, but I'm really glad I can help Ms. Isles." I grip the phone little tighter, I didn't expect to hear that from her.
"Thank you." I say.
After I hang up I decide to tidy up my apartment, and settle on not worrying about a job. Everything always falls into place I just have to learn to be patient.
I look out the window a few times, but each time not finding anyone at my car. The hour goes by and the disappointment sets in again.
Two hours later as I'm sitting down to eat dinner, my door bell rings. To my surprise Jane rizzoli is standing at my door looking quite different from the last time I saw her. Her blazer and slacks had been replaced with a t-shirt, and dark jeans. But that mesmerizing smile is still right there.
"Your car is fixed Ms. Isles." She says.
"How much do I owe your mechanic?" I ask, hoping it's not to much.
"How about dinner tomorrow night?"
I feel my mouth fall open. She's expecting me to go out with some strange man.
"Um...no just ask him how much he wants, and I'll pay."
"That's the payment I want Ms. Isles, I fixed your car."
I'm caught off guard by her reply.
She crosses her arms and flashes an amused grin. "So about dinner?"
"Maybe." I smirk.
She nods. "Why don't you think it over, and I'll call you tomorrow?"
"Ok." I manage to get out.
She starts to walk towards the elevators, but stops midway and turns back towards me, she gives me a wave, a grin on her face. A smile spreads across my face as I shut the door.
When she calls the next day I agree to dinner and then rush to find something to wear. I sigh with the contents of my closet, but eventually decide to go simple with a nice shirt and jeans.
When she rings my door bell, I open it nervously. "Hey, you ready?" She says flashing a gorgeous grin.
"Yes." I say breathlessly.
"So where are we heading?" I ask as we walk outside.
"You'll see when we get there." She replies walking me over to a car, different then the one she was in when she picked me up.
She opens the door for me and I get in. I watch her run to her side, and get in as well. She starts the car and we set off. I don't want to risk saying something I'll regret, so I stay quiet and listen to the music she has playing.
My curiosity grows when we pull into a parking garage. She parks and gets out. She's at my door before I can step out. She holds our her hand for me to take and I do. She leads me to a door where she types in a code and then the door opens. We take an elevator up to the last floor, and when the doors open she steps aside to allow me to enter first. I look up at her and see an amused grin on her face.
"Thank you" I say quietly as I enter.
I let out a small gasp as I take in the tall, ceilings that reveal a second floor.
"This is amazing." I say aloud.
"This is my apartment." She says.
I look around some more. I can't believe this is her apartment.
"Come." She says gesturing towards the kitchen.
"Whatever's cooking smells wonderful." I comment.
"Well, let's hope it tastes as good as it smells."
"Did you cook it?" I ask.
"My grandfather was a chief, I picked up a few tricks."
"What's your favorite dish?"
"Pizza."
"Pizza doesn't count as world class cooking." I exclaim.
"Never underestimate the culinary importance of pizza, Ms. Isles" she tells me with a sardonic smile."
She pours us both some chilled champagne.
"Follow me." She leads me by the hand to another room. This room just as spectacular as the rest of the house. A part of me is expecting that woman she was with to come strolling out any moment.
"Who was that woman you were with after my job interview?" I ask.
"A friend."
"A friend?"
"She's a friend now."
"How long did you date her?" I ask nonchalantly.
"We didn't date, we lived together."
"Doesn't that mean you dated her?" I ask.
"I don't date Ms. Isles."
"I'm not understanding you." I say, clearly confused. Lesbian relationships work the same as strait relationships, or so I thought.
"I'd rather show you, but I think you're the type of girl that would require a few more dinners before that happens." She says.
I stare at her trying to figure out what she means. "Can you elaborate?" I finally say.
"I'm not use to explaining myself to anyone...But I like you." She opens her mouth to say something else and then stops.
"What?" I notice her slight hesitation.
"It's nothing, really. Do you dance Ms. Isles?" She asks, as she takes the glass from my hand and sets both her and mine on a small table next to her.
I'm taken back by her abrupt change of subject.
"No, not much why?" I ask.
"Fredrick neitzsche said we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. Let's not let this day be lost Ms. Isles." She says, holding out her hand waiting for me to take it. Her smile is so innocent it should belong to a girl scout. I nod, and place my hand in hers.
She leads me to an open area. "But there's no music." I say. She smiles, pulls out her phone, and in an instant there's music playing.
She pulls me towards her, I wrap my arms around her neck to keep my balance, her hands move to both sides of my waist, we start to dance, a slow sway back and fourth. My body starts to react being this close to her. I feel hot, anxious...and aroused. I pull back to keep some distance between us.
"What song is this?" I ask, trying to clear my mind.
"It's called silhouette, by aquilo."
"I like it." I say.
Before I know what's going on she pulls me toward her as she did earlier, but this time, she presses her lips against mine. I wrap my arms tighter around her neck, my body demanding to be closer to her. Before long my mouth opens allowing her inside. Her hands make their way underneath the back of my shirt. I feel lightheaded, tingles running up my spine, as her fingers trace circles on my lower back.
All to abruptly she pulls away. "Maura." She whispers in my ear. I look up at her. She leans down and rest her head on mine. "You need to go, because if you stay here another minute, I am going to be trouble for you." she says, her tone dangerously low. I nod, unable to force any words out of my tight throat.
I walk towards the elevator, as I feel the tears start to form in my eyes, and I try to fight them back. I look back and Jane is no where in sight, and for a moment I feel as if she's been toying with me this whole time, but then I think maybe she knows I'm not a lesbian. It's when I make it down to the parking garage that I remember I didn't drive myself here. I pull out my phone to call a cab when an SVU pulls up and a guy gets out, and walks towards me.
"I was instructed to drive you home Ms. Isles." He said, as he got near.
I just nod, and walk with him towards the car. As he drives me home all I think about is her, and the tears I held back stream down my face, and I don't understand why.