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Author's Note: This is truly how I see Maura and Jane reaching true Rizzles—slowly, with kisses dispersed through their lives and not much talking about it. It's frustrating for me as well as you readers, but that's just how I see it. I assure you, though, chapter 10 is going to be HOT. -DKC
Slow and Steady – Chapter 9
Jane walked into the bullpen, her hair a mess, her pants torn at the knee and filthy head to toe. Standing in the bullpen was a distressed Maura. She had been discussing an autopsy finding with a detective when she heard the radios in the department signal an officer down and all available assistance to the scene. The scene was a garage in Dorchester where Detectives Frost, Korsak and Rizzoli had been investigating a murder for the past three days. Jane.
"Jane!" Maura cried as she moved quickly toward the out-of-breath detective.
The two women embraced, holding on to one another for just a bit longer than was professionally appropriate, but neither caring.
"I'm okay," Jane whispered into the ear of a trembling Maura.
Though Maura could physically see and touch Jane, the fear of not knowing who had been shot just minutes before was still with Maura. She was shaking and tears were threatening to fall. As it turned out, no officer had been shot, but in a hail of bullets, a local private security guard took a bullet to the leg as everybody, including Jane was able to dive for cover.
"Frost, I'll be back in ten," Jane hollered.
Leading Maura toward the elevator, Jane wanted badly to take her hand to assure her that everything was okay. She knew that Maura was terrified of Jane getting shot again. The elevator was open when they reached it, Jane stepped in and Maura followed. As soon as the door closed, Jane reached for Maura's shaking hands and looked at the doctor.
"You can't…." Jane started to say, wanting to express how telling it was when Maura lost it at the thought of Jane hurt, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.
"I can't lose you," Maura choked, tears now falling rapidly.
Jane enveloped her best friend in a hug and held her tight, whispering over and over again that she was okay. As the elevator stopped and the doors opened, Jane was past the point of caring if anyone saw them in such an intimate position. Slowly she was able to lead Maura by the small of her back to her office.
They reached Maura's office and Jane closed it behind them. As she turned around, Maura's mouth was on hers and small, exacting hands were pressing her hips back against the door. The kiss was fierce. Maura's tongue was deep in Jane's mouth as her hands roamed from pointy hipbones to tight abs. The brunette had tangled her hands in Maura's hair. As Maura broke the kiss for air, Jane tugged on the woman's bottom lip and ran her hands down Maura's spine to her ass. There was no space between them and hardly any oxygen.
"I…have to…go…interrogate…" Jane was attempting to speak in between kisses and the rocking of Maura's hips against hers.
"Mmm…I know. Just…one…minute."
Jane gripped Maura's ass hard with both hands and held their hips tight against one another, not giving Maura any leverage to rock against her.
"Maura…" Jane pleaded half-heartedly.
Once the kiss was broken, Maura remained with her arms wrapped around Jane's neck and though Jane loosened her grip, she did not remove her hands from Maura's backside.
"I was so worried," Maura whispered.
"I know. I'm okay," the detective attempted to soothe her.
Slowly both women loosened their hold and Maura took a step backward. She looked Jane up and down.
"God, you are a mess," Maura stated.
Jane started laughing. It was a simple chuckle that grew into a hearty laugh.
"We're both a mess. I just happen to be covered in dirt," Jane said.
They both knew what Jane was referring to. In the last few weeks, other than a few pointed comments, they hadn't discussed what this was or where it was going. To both of them it continued to feel like the natural progression of their friendship. They had both separately thought about what it was, Jane realizing that this was always there between them, they had just kept that particular door shut. Maura thought about how surprised she still was that Jane was the one to kiss her first. All they knew was that it felt right.
Jane combed her fingers through Maura's hair and attempted to wipe the dirt from Maura's blouse. She couldn't care less what she looked like, but she knew it would bother the doctor immensely to look even slightly disheveled. Jane kissed Maura's lips softly and then opened the office door. Duty called.
