A/N I know you all want Rizzles and trust me, it's coming in a big way. Please don't give up, I promise you won't regret sticking with me. Enjoy the drama, the feels, and please leave me some love :D You guys have no idea how much the reviews help give me motivation. I read every single one of them and I appreciate it so much. I hope you like this chapter and I apologize for any mistakes. I need a beta in a bad way.
Disclaimer; Rizzoli and Isles is not mine.
Jane chugged a cup of coffee as she listened to all the new found evidence the guys had discovered during her sleep. With a hand on her gun belt, she shook her head, "Basically, we have the car he stole. No definite sightings?"
"Leads but nothing concrete," Korsak said.
"I'm gonna ride down to impound and go over the car. I hate feeling like we're at a stand still," Jane hoped she'd be able to find one thing. Just one. Was that too much to ask?
"I'm tapping into the city cameras. Maybe I'll see something," even Frost had lost his usual cheer.
Rizzoli purposefully dodged the cafe as she left the doors of BPD. She surely didn't need her Ma playing twenty questions this early in the morning. When she was in the comfort of her car, Jane checked her phone for any messages.
Nothing.
"Ouch," she whispered as she headed toward the impound lot. Maura usually sent her some off the wall fact about how to have a successful day. Jane knew better than to let the hurt creep in. Too bad she couldn't force her heart to understand. As she waited on the light to turn green, she rolled down her window and sucked in the Boston Spring air. A few stray pedestrians waved as they walked in front of the cruiser. Jane gave them the classic cop nod.
As soon as the light flashed, she drove through and grabbed her stray hat. The bill shielded her eyes from the glare of the morning sun. However, it didn't shield her face from a jaywalker who was unlocking her BMW.
A hand flew up to cover a brow just as Jane drove by. If half a second had been wasted, the connection would've never been made. Heels clicked across the pavement as honey blonde curls bounced in the breeze. "Lawyer my ass," faux Maura muttered before waving goodbye to a client. She should've known big bad Jane was a cop. No one oozed broken confidence and swag quite like law enforcement.
Honey pulled out her cell phone and googled one phrase, Jane boston police department.
"Holy fuck," a French manicured nail scrolled through hit after hit. A Boston native. Not to mention Homicide Detective, but what surprised her most, Jane's coworker—Chief Medical Examiner Dr. Maura Isles.
She copied the title and pasted it into the search bar. Within a second, she finally connected a name to a face. No wonder Jane had been so flushed when they'd met. They looked eerily similar.
This was the woman Jane held with such love and protectiveness. It forced Honey to remember their first date.
Jane had kicked off her boots, untucked her blouse and held her. Well, technically she was supposed to be this Maura... This woman who held Jane's heart in the palm of her hand. Honey had never witnessed anything so emotionally haunting. Jane had paid her two hundred bucks to be big spoon while they napped the evening away. Thinking over their times together, Jane had never kissed her. She had never truly touched her. They would meet. She would undress and Jane would strap up. After all the aggression had been released from Jane's pelvis, the brunette would hold her, but only if Honey was facing the other direction. The escort's eyes watered. How had she managed to start caring for Jane? But, she already knew the answer. Knowing her client for the evening was Jane, it was like a safe haven. In a dangerous job, it was comforting to know Jane wasn't going to strangle her or force her to do anything without consent.
If Daddy Jane was going to pansy out, Honey guessed she'd have to take matters into her own hands. She started her five series and rushed home. After all, a girl had to look breathtaking when she visited her lady friend's workplace.
Jane was taking her own samples inside the car. The forensic team had meticulously raked over every inch, but she had to keep herself busy. Her phone was as silent as ever. It meant Maura was probably having make-up sex with Ian. She'd tried to train herself not to care, but that was a lot harder than it seemed.
An image of Maura underneath his sculpted chest flashed in Jane's head before she could halt her thinking process. Her face would be flushed. Her hair would be wild and unkempt. Ian would be kissing her...
Kissing Maura.
My Maura.
Jane's hands started to ache right before a bad case of the jitters stopped her from swabbing the glove box. She turned and placed her back against the passenger's door of the car. A cold sweat dripped through Jane's hairline. "Fuck me," she breathed with a growl. The thought of Maura and Ian was making her physically sick. Of course, it'd wrecked her emotions for months now, but she was on her feet and running toward the nearest hidden corner.
Jane Rizzoli, catcher of murderers, shooter of self, and protector of Boston, was breaking. It was obvious as she puked up everything she could. "Maura, how could you do this to me?" Her voice was a weak whisper shielded only by the darkness of a stray shadow.
Maura's engagement was nearing an end.
Two more weeks and she'd be Maura Faulkner. Jane brought a shaky hand up to her lips. All this time, Rizzoli had put Maura's happiness before her own. She'd wanted nothing more than to stay friends with Maura. Risking their friendship had frightened her more at the beginning. Now, Jane was risking her own sanity.
She let Maura's future scroll through her head. Ian would give her babies and she'd radiate with bliss. Jane would forever be Auntie to the little dudes. Maura would carry Faulkner babies. Maura shouldn't have blonde Aussie kids. Jane knew this was a fact. Her gut forced her brain to change the picture. Pure bred, wild haired Italians circled the kitchen island with plastic baseball bats and water guns. Maura squealed right along with the kids as Jane dashed through the front door with an armful of ice cream. The kids—which Jane's mind had conjured up—were two boys and a girl. Rizzoli would bend down to kiss the boys. As she scooped the miniature Maura up in her arms, the real Maura would give her a jolting welcome home kiss. It was that precise thought that spurred Jane to quit fight back.
If Jane didn't speak the truth, she'd forever have to live in the shadow of that friggin' Australian. Who had she turned into over the last three months? A coward. A scared little girl who refused to fight for herself. She caught murderers without thinking of her own well being. She'd shot herself for her brother, but now... now, it was time for Jane to make her own happiness. Her own happiness with the woman she'd always loved.
She got her voice together and dialed Maura's cell phone.
Maura realized her phone wasn't on her person as soon as she had gotten into her Prius that morning. The overwhelming surge of love bursting through her chest cavity had clouded her methodical approach to detail. Perhaps it was her subconscious acting on her behalf. Maybe deep down she wanted to be caught by the detective.
She tried to hide a widening grin as she started the Y-incision. Sooner or later Jane would wonder why she wasn't answering her phone. It was only a matter of time before her detective would make an appearance to the morgue. A determined glint coated her hazel eyes as she flipped her safety glasses over the brim of her nose and began to remove the internal organs.
"Excuse me? Dr. Maura Isles?"
The voice snapped Maura out of concentration. When she glanced to the side, flowers were the only thing in her view. Her first instinct was to roll her eyes.
"Yes," she answered as she snapped off her latex gloves and threw them into the containment bin. The rubber of her Danskos squeaked against the tile as she opened her arms for the arrangement. As agitated as she was, the flowers really were beautiful. She placed them on the counter and searched for the card.
"They didn't leave a message," the voice explained.
Maura turned on her heel. She was immediately caught off guard by the elegantly dressed blonde. Being the fashionista she was, Maura couldn't help but comment, "Ted Baker really did well on the Spring line."
The blonde turned in a small circle, "Thank you. I've really enjoyed this dress. His shoe prototypes are a little too swanky for my taste."
"I thought the same thing," Maura studied the woman in front of her and tilted her head. We resemble. She moved over to the flowers and inhaled. It was certainly odd. Ian always sent roses. These were Gloxinias and Gardenias. "Were these—"
"Our buyer was very specific. These flowers represent—"
"Love at first sight. They symbolize deep, unrequited love... secret love," Maura's mouth was instantly dry.
"Why Dr. Isles, you do know your flowers," Honey turned to leave with a smile spread across her face. Google sure had done it's fair share of helping her today.
"I know this is forward, but who ordered these?" Maura trailed behind Honey to keep her from escaping.
"I dunno, doc. I didn't take the order at my store. I only do deliveries."
Maura's frown was all Honey needed.
"You know though? The girl that took the order said this woman had the best bedroom voice she'd ever heard. Does that ring a bell?"
Maura chewed her lower lip to suppress a smile, "It does."
At that exact moment, Jane opened the morgue doors.
Holy fucking shit.
"Talk about tall dark and handsome," Honey purred.
Maura snapped her head to the side with her mouth open. She'd done it as naturally as breathing.
Jane nervously placed a hand on her gun belt and shifted her weight to one leg. She was like a fish out of water. The detective had no idea what the hell to do.
Thankfully, Honey did it for her. "You call the flower shop anytime, officer." She untucked a card from her cleavage. Of course it had nothing to do with roses and begonias. It was her escort card. She knew Jane already had it, but why not make the Medical Examiner a little more jealous.
"Uh yeah, sure," Jane took the card and gave Honey a nod.
It was all a big rouse. Honey had only wanted Jane to say something. She turned her head to glance at Maura and winked. Then she was gone.
The air was thick with tension. Jane had never been so shell shocked in her entire life. "Okay, that was... odd."
Maura fidgeted with her hands and whispered, "How do you know her?"
Rizzoli furrowed her brows, "I don't."
"Yes, you do. Your orbicularis oculi fluttered up, then down."
Jane shrugged her shoulders and tried not to panic, "I guess it just shocked me. I mean, she looks like you."
"I suppose we resemble, but you're lying."
"Will you quit that crap? Stop analyzing me! Damnit, Maura!" Jane threw her hands out in defense.
"What is wrong with you, Jane? I only asked you how you knew the woman who delivered the flowers you sent me!" Now Maura's voice was rising the match the Italian's.
Jane had originally planned to confess her undying love, sink to her knees and beg for Maura to give her a chance. Now she felt like she was in court being drilled by a defense attorney. "Nothing. Look, I mean... it's weird." Jane waved her hand and turned toward the door in defeat.
"Please don't do this. Can we just drop it? It doesn't matter. I'm just—I'm confused. We've never hid things before," the hurt in Maura's voice echoed all the way down to the freezer.
Jane continued to stay facing the door. She turned the card around and held her hand up.
"Honey. It's tax deductible," Maura was more confused than ever. What kind of card was that? "I don't... understand."
Boot's clicked as Jane slowly turned to face Maura. She licked her bottom lip and took a deep breath, "She's a hooker, Maura."
