Title: Snapshots (71-80)
Rating: PG-13 (including a bad word from Jane)
Pairing: Rizzoli/Isles (friendship and a number of shipship)
Words: 1000 (10x100) + titles
Spoilers: general allusions all around but nothing specific
Notes:It's been a while, so just as a reminder, these are a collection of 10 unrelated, self-contained Jane/Maura drabbles (100 word stories—like snapshots of their lives); some are just friendship, some perhaps more than friendship. As always, feedback is love. :)

Snapshots (71-80)


Costume Party

Jane knew here eyes were wide as saucers but couldn't help it. "Maura! WHAT are you wearing?" I mean, yes, it was the annual precinct costume party, but good lord!

Maura looked down at her black and white lacy frilly (barely there) outfit, "I believe it's called a 'French maid's outfit' though I'm not sure what makes it 'French'," she looked innocently at Jane.

Jane tried to clear her head, "And... how... why?"

"Oh!" Maura said excitedly, "I didn't know what to wear, so I asked Det. Korsak for a suggestion!"

Jane slowly turned a glare on her former partner.


It's Like Having A Drawer, Only Better

"Maura?" Jane called from the bathroom.

Maura appeared at the end of the hall. "Yes?"

"Come here, I have something to show you."

When the doctor got to the bathroom, Jane began explaining, "I know we spend most of our time at your place and all, but, well, we spend enough nights and mornings here that I thought... well... here, just look."

And when Jane stepped aside to show off the newly installed shower tote with all of Maura's hair and face and body wash products 'cluttering' Jane's otherwise minimalist shower, Maura found it difficult to control her lacrimal gland.


The Hard Way

"I have a surprise for you," Maura said excitedly. "But you have to wait here and close your eyes while I go get it."

Jane sat down in the indicated chair and pretended to close her eyes but purposefully cracked one open.

"Both of them, Jane," Maura admonished.

Jane playfully closed the one only to crack open the other.

"I will cuff your hands to that chair and blindfold you if I have to," Maura said sternly.

Jane laughed at that, "As if."

Maura raised her eyebrows in obvious challenge.

Jane's smile quickly disappeared and she obediently closed both eyes.


Same Message As Last Time?

"This is Detective Rizzoli, I'd like to order a dozen roses..."

Jane listened for a moment, "Yes, to be delivered to the M.E.'s office."

Another pause. "Yes, please put it on my card."

Jane listened to the next question before answering indignantly, "No, I don't want the same message as last time! I want it to say, 'Happy Anniversary, sweetie'."

Jane finished the conversation and hung up, still annoyed.

Frost looked up and risked asking, "What was the message last time?"

Jane growled quietly before answering, "It was, 'Sorry I screwed up. Forgive me?'".

Frost smirked.

"Shut up," Jane muttered.


Not Fooling Anyone

Jane walked into the morgue, head buried in a file, "Hey, babe," she began before looking up and snapping her mouth shut.

For Korsak was standing there, looking back at her with an odd expression.

"Babe... Babe Ruth," Jane tried to cover her slip up. "Yeah, Babe Ruth. See, I'm taking Maura to the batting cages tonight, so, you know, I'm trying to get her in the right mindset."

Korsak clearly wasn't buying it. But he played along, taking the file Maura had given him and excusing himself, tossing over his shoulder as he exited, "Thanks for the info... slugger."


Wish Upon A Shooting Star

"Ooo, look!" Jane pointed up at the night sky excitedly, "Did you see that? A shooting star! We have to make a wish!"

Maura looked up and smiled, "It's actually a meteorite, Jane."

"Whatever, we have to make a wish!"

Maura seemed unfazed by the brush-off, "It's an interesting practice, too. Did you know there is no definitive origin for the tradition of wishing upon a falling meteorite? There are theories, of course."

Jane gave Maura a withering look.

Maura frowned, "Are you using your wish right now to wish I would stop explaining things and just make a wish?"


It's Not What You Think

Jane winced as she bent over to see what Maura was pointing at on the body.

Maura noticed. "Are your ribs still bothering you? I advised you to get them x-rayed."

"They're fine," Jane lied as she tried to straighten up.

Maura rounded the autopsy table to stand in front Jane, "If you refuse to get an x-ray, at least let me examine them."

"Maura, they're fine," Jane valiantly repeated.

"Take your shirt off," Maura stated unequivocally just as the morgue door swished open.

Both women's heads turned at the sound to see Frost making a quick u-turn and exiting.


Advice, Korsak Style

"Why not, Jane? It's clear you have feelings for her."

"God, Korsak, just because!"

"'Just because' is not an answer, Rizzoli."

Jane sighed frustratedly, "Fine! It's because I'm scared."

Korsak gave her an incredulous look, "Of what?"

"Of getting hurt," Jane mumbled.

"This coming from the woman who willingly shot herself."

Jane paused a moment before replying quietly, "Well, if I fuck this up I'm scared it will hurt even more than that did."

"Well," Korsak replied reasonably, "There's a simple solution then."

Jane's eyes came up to meet her ex-partner', "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Korsak nodded once, "Don't fuck it up."


Contrasting Styles

"Now you look here, we've been busting our asses and we finally bring you something and you 'decline to take it to a judge?' Well maybe I'll just 'decline to keep my fist from ramming into your...'"

Jane's threat was silenced as much by the soft touch of Maura's hand on the detective's forearm as by the M.E.'s question, "What would it take?"

"Well, a more definitive theory on what the murder weapon was would help."

Maura nodded, "Then that's what I'll get you," she stated before turning to go. Jane snarled at the A.D.A for good measure before following.


Christmas Dinner

None of the silverware matched, the gravy boat had been overturned, dinner rolls were thrown to whomever asked for one as often as not, wine was plentiful and flowed freely, the 'kids' table was loud and rowdy, and, in general, chaos reigned.

When they got home Jane wrapped Maura in an exhausted hug. "Sorry about all that, but I did warn you about Christmas dinner at the Rizzoli's."

Maura just tightened the hug, for Jane needn't have apologized.

Because the only things Maura could remember from the evening was all the laughter and all the smiles and all the love.