Title: Snapshots (21-30)
Rating: PG-13 (at most)
Pairing: Rizzoli/Isles (friendship and a couple shipship)
Words: 1000 (10x100) + titles
Spoilers: general allusions all around but nothing specific
Note 1: Thank you thank you for the comments in the last set!
Note 2: I felt like going with mostly fluffy/funny ideas after Monday. Go figure, lol.
Snapshots (21-30)
Oh, Jane
Maura's appraising look showed approval as it moved down Jane's body... until it got to her feet. "Oh, Jane," was all she could bring herself to say.
Jane looked down at her feet, "What?" she asked mildly defensively.
"Your shoes..."
"They're comfortable!" Jane stated, still defensive.
"They... don't go with your outfit," Maura responded as tactfully as she could.
Jane crossed her arms. "They don't go with my outfit or you think they're ugly?" she questioned accusingly.
Maura looked up and made one of the cutest damn wrinkly nose faces, "Both?"
Jane sighed heavily. Then went and changed her shoes.
Certainty
They'd been headed this way for weeks now, months even. But then, when it was finally happening, Jane still had some lingering uncertainty.
"Should we talk about this first?" Jane breathed as they leaned closer.
"I do love to talk," Maura smiled just a touch, "But no, talking isn't on the top of my list right now," the answer was just as hushed as the question as Maura brought her hand up to cup Jane's cheek.
Jane's eyes drifted closed. "Are you sure?" she asked, tense, lips almost brushing against Maura's.
With Maura's answer, Jane no longer had any uncertainty.
You Think?
"God, what are the odds?" Jane mused after hearing Maura's report.
"For this confluence of events, I'd estimate the odds to be between 3.7 and 3.9 million to one." Maura answered quite seriously.
Frost and Jane just stared at Maura.
The doctor looked from one to the other, realizing her mistake, "That was... that was a rhetorical question, wasn't it?"
"You think?" Jane responded.
Maura nodded, "Yes. Yes, I think it was," she answered again quite seriously. Then off a second deadpan look from Jane she winced and asked a little meekly, "That was a rhetorical question, too, wasn't it?"
Just Sayin'
Rizzoli exited the Captain's office annoyed, and glared at her current and former partners, "Okay, which one of you jokers sent that email from my account?"
Frost shrugged innocently, "I'm sure I don't know, but you really shouldn't leave your email unprotected."
"It's not unprotected," Jane shot back.
"Well, many people unwisely use their birthday as a password."
"I don't!" Jane was only getting angrier.
Frost remained cool, "Or the birthday of their significant other."
Jane crossed her arms, defensive now, "I don't have a 'significant other'."
Frost shrugged one last time, smug, "And yet, someone successfully hacked your email."
It Looked Cute On You
It was a slow, hot afternoon. So they felt justified relaxing a bit in the squad room eating ice cream cones. After taking a long lick from her cone, Jane looked over at Maura and noticed something. "Maura, you..."
"Yes?" Maura asked.
Jane considered for a moment, "Nothing."
"You sure?" Maura asked, taking a lick from her own cone.
"Yeah," Jane tried not to smirk.
Several minutes later, Korsak came in. "Maura, you..."
Maura frowned up at him, "Yes?" she repeated.
"You, uh, have some ice cream on your nose."
Maura glared at Jane as she picked up a napkin.
Bobby
"Orr of Bruins fame, five letters." Maura looked up expectantly.
Jane's eyebrows rose, "Was that a question?"
"Yes, I sense this is a clue I won't get, but you might."
"Wait... you're asking *me* for help with the New York Times crossword puzzle?"
"Why wouldn't I?" Maura answered all innocent like.
"Because...," Jane's eyes narrowed, "Because you could get the answer yourself by filling in all the other words, couldn't you?"
Maura again feigned innocence, "Not necessarily."
Jane just laughed, "You're as bad at being modest as you are at lying," she nudged Maura's shoulder, "But I appreciate the thought."
Make It All Better
"Jane," Maura said reasonably, "You need to let me change the bandage."
"Fine," Jane growled, too tired to argue. "Go ahead. Inspect it, ointment it, bandage it. Kiss it and make it all better. Whatever."
Maura's eyes shot up, on her face a look of... of...
"What?" Jane asked.
Maura cleared her throat, "Nothing. Just that, um, studies on the healing process indicate..."
But Jane didn't hear much of whatever it was Maura was rambling about, as she was, instead, trying to figure out just what that look was on her friend's face before the façade fell back into place.
When In Rome
"Maura, NO!"
"When in Rome..."
"Absolutely not!"
"Jane, we are far more likely to gain their trust and get answers if we follow their customs."
"This is a murder investigation!" Jane was adamant.
"In a nudist colony."
"Exactly!" Jane agreed exasperatedly.
Maura sighed, "Honestly, Jane, I really don't know why you're fretting, because, objectively speaking of course, you really have nothing to be embarrassed about," she looked Jane up and down. "But, if you want to keep your clothes on, fine. I hope you don't mind if I chose otherwise, though."
Jane wasn't sure what to say back to that.
You're Horrible
As soon as they rounded the corner and entered the morgue, Frost lost it, gagging and running back out.
Maura looked up from the body they had pulled from Boston Harbor that morning and frowned at Jane. "Jane, I told you on the phone it was a floater and it was bad and that you should NOT bring Frost."
"Oh. I thought you said I *should* bring him."
Maura eyed the detective, "No, you didn't."
Jane bit her lip to keep from smirking, "No, I didn't."
"You're horrible," Maura lightly chastised.
"I know," Jane agreed, "But you love me anyway."
Penny For Your Thoughts
"Penny for your thoughts."
Maura snapped out of her reverie upon hearing the familiar voice and looked over to see Jane leaning against her office doorframe. "They're actually worth substantially more than that," she responded.
Jane shoved her hands in her jacket pockets, pulling the contents of the left out first, "I've got, a stick of gum, a coupon for Cheerios," she pulled her other hand out, "Three nickels, two latex gloves, and, ah ha!" Jane triumphantly displayed what she'd found, "A chocolate. Will that do?"
Maura held her hand out for the chocolate and smiled happily, "Yes, that'll do."
