Hello to all! Sadly, I cannot sleep this early Tuesday Wisconsin morning at about 2 AM. On the bright side, I've decided to post a new chapter I just wrote. Yay, insomnia...
So I'm not really sure what you all will think of this chapter... I'm not even sure what I think of it. All I know is that I'm having writer's doubts...
I hope some of you will enjoy this. Thank you all for reading!
Oh, and happy Rizzoli and Isles Tuesday for those of us watching the new episode tonight! Who's all wearing their R&I shirts?
Morgue Moments Ch. 7: Oh, Maura
"TANNER JOHNSON! Boston Police Department! FREEZE!" Frost yelled out as their suspect climbed out a side window of his house only to bolt over a fence.
"Let's go!" Jane commanded while taking the lead, Frost behind her while Korsak processed the house, warrant in hand.
Johnson had speed and unfortunately was faster than the detectives. The distance between the two parties lengthened, causing Jane to curse out her frustrations.
Frost, a man of speed more than endurance, couldn't help but slow down from fatigue during the long distance chase. Jane charged ahead, luckily having endurance as her strong suit.
Recognizing her surroundings as one of the local high schools, Jane realized that the perpetrator could very easily shake her off his tail. The grounds of the high school were immense, providing any number of hiding spots or escape routes.
Aha! Jane thought, a sly grin on her lips as she focused on Tanner Johnson. Apparently, he too was built for speed and not endurance. A final surge of adrenaline seized the detective as she closed the distance, tackling Johnson to the turf of the football field...
"Whoo, Janie, what a tackle!" praised Korsak. He had arrived at the high school just as Jane knocked down Johnson, and he couldn't help but feel proud at his fellow detective for what he would say was her best tackle while ever on the job.
"Yeah, seriously, Jane. How were you even able to keep up with him?" Frost added, clapping her on the back for her accomplishment. They were in the lobby of the Boston Police Department and received congratulations from fellow officers as they made their way up to the homicide unit. Tanner Johnson was wanted for six murders, and with all of the evidence stacked against him, all they had had to do was bring him in.
"Hey, guys, thanks. I think that I should probably head down to see Maur right now, though. We were supposed to go out to dinner at 6:00, but obviously that has changed..." Jane said with a slight frown.
"No problem, Frost and I can handle a majority of the paperwork. Go apologize to the Doc," Korsak responded.
Jane turned around and made her way back to the elevators. When she became impatient with waiting, she decided to head down the stairs two at a time. She was still high from the chase.
The morgue was dark when Jane arrived down there. She frowned; Maura should still be working. The medical examiner always waited around for Jane before leaving.
Just as the detective was about to head back upstairs, she spotted the light creeping out from under the door to Maura's office.
Chuckling to herself, Jane thought, And that is what happens when I haven't slept in two days because of a case. Get your head in the game, Rizzoli! I've gotta have some sense of logic left...
"Come in," Maura called out when a sharp knock sounded at her office door. "Ah, Jane, there you are."
Jane's gaze settled on Maura, taking in her wide grin and sparkling eyes. The doctor was practically glowing with excitement; she was still hoping they could do dinner, even though it was past 9:30.
However, Maura's welcome only lasted so long before her features became angry. Jane cringed as she realized that her best friend was upset about her being late after all.
"Look, Maur, I'm sorry. You know sometimes our jobs make us late or have to push back our pla-"
"That's what you think this is about?" Maura snapped. "We have a crisis here, Jane, and you think I'm upset about heading out to dinner a little late?"
"Wait... what?" Jane asked, befuddled as to what Googlemouth was trying to say.
"Your clothes, Jane. Your clothes!"
"So? Oh, I see what you mean... it's only a little dirt..."
Jane's heart fell as she saw how disappointed Maura was for not being taken seriously.
"Maur, please don't feel upset. I'm sorry, really, but it's not like I have a spare change of clothes or anything else to wear. How about we run to my place before dinner so I can change into a clean suit..."
Maura slowly stood up and walked over to Jane, leaving about two feet of space between them.
Her voice was low but trembling with frustration as she said, "That is absolutely not just a 'little dirt'. Your pant cuffs are muddy, your jacket is completely wrinkled... your beautiful blouse has a giant grass stain, your hair contains leaves, and I can no longer smell the scent of your lavender shampoo and body wash."
The petite honey-blonde was shaking terribly by the end of her tirade, the abuse of her best friend's clothing driving her over the edge. She started mumbling to herself under her breath. It was fashion homicide!
The tough detective just stood there, unsure of her next move. Was it possible that maybe, just maybe she felt a twinge of fear toward her BFF?
"Okay. Here's what is going to happen," Maura said after taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. "I have an emergency change of clothes... it should fit."
"WHAT?"
"Jane Rizzoli, don't you dare argue with me! I'm saving us both from embarrassment. Now wait a minute..."
Jane crossed her arms over her chest, sulking. This was so not fair.
"Catch," Maura said. "I'll set the matching heels on my desk here. I'm going to give you some privacy to change, I'll be back in ten minutes. Have fun!"
Jane groaned as Maura left her office with a smirk.
Slowly the detective slid off her pantsuit and blouse, in turn tossing them in a pile on Maura's couch. She turned back to Maura's emergency outfit, eying it with obvious distaste. It happened to be a Gucci dress, no doubt costing at least $1,500.
You have gotta be kidding me! The one day she wears a blouse and designer jeans, but won't wear the dress herself and forces it on me... figures. Probably thinks she can still influence my fashion choices, thought Jane.
Squeezing herself into the dress, the raven-haired beauty stumbled in the six-inch heels over to the mirror. She was absolutely awed at the reflection staring back at her. Was it really her, this pretty, stunning woman? Or was it all an illusion?
A gentle knock at the door pulled Jane out of her thoughts.
"Jane, I'm coming in..."
When Maura laid her eyes upon the detective, she stopped dead in her tracks.
"You okay there, Maur? You look pale..."
"Uh... um... I'm f-fine..."
"Are you sure? We can always reschedule dinner if you're feeling ill."
"No, please. I'm fine... it's just that, well, you look very sexy in that dress, those heels..."
Jane let out a laugh. "Well then, let's go. The less time I spend in this outfit, the better."
Pulling the last of the twigs and leaves out of her unruly hair, she motioned for Maura to get a move on. Maura gulped down her nerves and complied.
As the two stunning women made their way out of the station, officers stared, mouths agape. Some were doing so because of the sheer beauty before them, and on the other hand, some were in shock to see the macho Detective Rizzoli looking like a model strutting down a Paris runway. Jane couldn't help but blush as she felt the numerous stares.
Oh, Maura, you're gonna kill me with your quirks... That is, if I don't kill you first...
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As far as R&I tonight, I really hope that Jane finds out why Casey acted the way he did toward her... (If he's in the episode!)
~FanFicCrazy16
