What a Pair - Chapter 9
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Rizzoli and Isles - the credit goes to Tess Gerritsen and TNT. I'm merely borrowing them for a fan fiction idea. Please read and review. Thanks.
A/N - This is set before Charles Hoyt and before Jane and Frost are partners. Also, the medical aspect may be a little bit off so please forgive.
A/N 2 - I meant to say this in the last update but I forgot - thank you all sooo much for all the reviews! They are inspirational and very much appreciated. I usually get a chance to reply individually to each review - especially those who review consistently every chapter - but time has gotten away from me, so a big group thank you! :-) - rutgers
"Jane, calm down," Korsak said.
"Calm down? Are you kidding? Korsak, this is the most humiliating thing I've ever had done to me. Did you think about the fact we would have to use the bathroom, dumbass?"
Jane's temper started to really flare when she heard him laughing on the other end of the phone.
"It's not funny, Korsak," she said, a thought dawning on her mind. "Was my no good little runt of a brother in on this too? Was he?"
"Jane, look. I know you're pissed off right now. Put me on speaker," Korsak said.
"Pissed off doesn't even begin to describe it. You know, you and Frankie are both dead when I get out of this and get my hands on you," she said, sighing deeply and hitting the button for speaker.
"Vince, I'm not very happy about this. I happen to have plans this evening," Maura fibbed, hoping it may get them out of this predicament sooner rather than later. She couldn't actually like or she'd be hyperventilating right now. She kind of had plans, only they involved being at the morgue cleaning. "I thought last night, when you asked me out for a drink, that it was a date."
Jane laughed out loud. "What?"
"Why is that so funny, Jane?" Korsak asked.
"Because, she and you," Jane said, motioning between the phone and Maura with her right hand. "Um, no."
"Well, just because Vince is substantially older than me, it's not impossible."
"Woah, hey Doc. Watch it with 'substantially'," he said. "Under any other circumstances, maybe it would have been a date. Look, you agreed to come have a drink and you wanted an answer about why Jane is the way she is - well, now you'll get to find out first hand. No better way than that."
"Well, yes, I did want to talk about that - but what you did really wasn't fair, Vince."
Jane, for what seemed like the twentieth time in the short period they'd been awake, stared at Maura, this time, rapidly tapping her foot with her right hand on her hip.
"What do you mean, `why Jane is the way she is'?" Jane asked.
Maura narrowed her eyes at her.
"On that note, ladies, have a good day."
"Hey, Korsak, wait," Jane said. "The case?"
"I don't have anything yet, Jane. Still going through all the names. I may go take another shot at The Weight Room. I got this covered. You and Dr. Isles have your own work to do this weekend."
"You're going to go without me?"
"You know I will fill you in on whatever I find, if I even find anything at all."
"I know. You're still a dead man, Korsak. And you never did answer ... did the runt help you? How the fuck did you even accomplish this?"
"All secrets, my dear Jane, all secrets."
"Which you'll spill when my hands begin to close around your damn throat."
"At least tell us why."
Silence on the line.
"Korsak? We deserve that much."
"I think my notes to you explained exactly why."
And with that, Korsak hung up.
"Can't you try calling your brother?"
Jane thought for a minute, considering Maura's suggestion. She then shook her head. "No, that won't do any good. Little punk-ass is probably hiding right now, because he knows if I find him, I'll kill him. We just have to start looking. We'll start by the television and work our way around the room."
Jane pulled two little flashlights out of the end table drawer, handing one to Maura. "Thanks."
Without thinking, Jane went to scratch an itch on her face with her left hand - and ended up being smacked in the face by Maura's attached right hand. "Really? Come on!"
"Don't blame me, you did that all on your own."
Rizzoli grumbled as she shined the light over every nook and cranny she could locate. Maura shined hers all along the entertainment center as well, both coming up empty after twenty minutes of searching.
Maura let out a frustrated sigh. "This is just ridiculous."
"Well, I don't like it one bit either - I mean, do you think this is how I planned to spend my Saturday?"
As they started to make their way from the television area, Jane tried to stifle a few giggles that were bubbling to the surface.
Finally, Maura sighed and tugged her right hand purposely to tug's Jane's. "What is so funny. Can you please start searching? I don't want to be here all day." Her tone though, betrayed her expression, as she felt a small smile start to tug at her lips.
Finally, Jane couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.
"Come on ... what?"
"You and Korsak? Oh my God," Jane sputtered out between laughs, holding her stomach.
"What's so funny? He's a charming man!"
Jane really lost it and had to lean on the tall entertainment center. Despite her perpetual aggravated state toward the detective, Maura found herself laughing too.
"Charming? Come on, Isles, really? Korsak ... charming?"
The two women were sharing a very civil moment for the first time since they met Thursday. Jane tried to regain her composure and just the thought of Isles and Korsak together made it impossible. She fell onto the floor, huddling her knees against her chest, unable to control her laughter. Soon, Maura sat on the floor too, the two of them laughing until tears were rolling down both of their faces. After twenty minutes of uncontrollable laughter, they stood up.
"Okay, okay, we gotta find this key. But I really need some coffee," Jane said, running her right hand through her hair.
"Oh, come on, Rizzoli, if you drink coffee, you're going to have to urinate again. Can't you wait until we find the key?"
"Hey, either it's you put up with hearing what sounds like running water or you put up with me being a bitch until I have coffee."
"Hmm, well, that is a tough choice, but since I'm already semi-professional in the second category, I'll take the latter."
Jane's dark eyes rose to meet Maura's and the two started laughing again.
"Come on," Jane said, leading them to the kitchen. She started a pot of coffee. "Are you hungry? I have some English muffins, fruit or cereal. I would offer to whip up some eggs but that's not really gonna happen in these." She rattled the cuffs for effect.
"Just coffee for now will be fine, thanks."
"So, um, did you really think Korsak asked you out on a date?" Jane asked, quirking an eyebrow at her.
Maura shook her head in disbelief. "I'm not stupid, Detective we were standing outside the station - this is exactly how the conversation went - he said to me `I wondered if maybe you'd be interested in going for a drink tomorrow night, Doc.' I said, `I'd love to, that would great.', " she said. "He then said `Good, well I'll touch base with you tomorrow then.' I then made reference to a conversation we were having earlier in the day that I wanted to finish but we didn't have the chance because you walked in."
Her hazel eyes suddenly went wide when she realized she probably shouldn't have mentioned that last part. Jane met her eyes with a dark stare. "Oh, let me guess, must be the conversation about why I am the way I am," she supplied, tilting her head, a slight smile appearing.
"Well, okay, yes, that's exactly what the conversation was about. Only we never got to finish it because you came in."
Jane thought back to outside the precinct and guessed that's what Korsak was talking about when she'd heard him utter `if Rizzoli would have heard that.' But, from what Maura described, it did sound to Jane like Korsak asked her out.
"You know, he lured you there, right?"
Maura sighed. "Yes, I've since figured that out, Rizzoli. Thank you."
"Okay, so what is it exactly that you want to know?"
"What?" Maura asked, confused.
"About me. You're obviously very curious about something regarding me - so what is it? I mean, afterall, I'm probably the best source, right?"
Maura stared at her for a minute, weighing whether or not she should actually get into this conversation with the detective.
TBC
