Maura felt a bolt of electricity course through her body at Jane's touch. She pretended not to notice, but Jane could tell from the grin on her face that it had happened. The two discussed lunch, and the current case as each consumed their food. Maura listened to Jane rant about being taken care of like a five year old. And listened to her complain about being confined to a house and no work, complain about Joe Friday chasing Bass around and how she climbed on the turtle, and about how she hated missing work. Maura listened and laughed reminding Jane that it was only temporary.
Maura loved ammny things about Jane. When people found her complaining Maura found it cute. When she was bossy Maura found it endearing. When Jane was rude she found it sexy and steamy. They might be from two different worlds, but they each other's other half. Jane was ying to her yang.
Jane spent the next three week pouring over all the cases of murder involving the Irish mob and the drug ring. Though she was no closer to finding her shooter or to solving the murders she made some insight. John Doe who Maura had said had been badly beaten was definately a murder of the Irish mob. John Doe actually turned out to be a visting toursit name Adrian Romero. He was twenty- one and a drug addict. Jane was positive she could tie him to the low level dealers they had busted in the past few weeks. But, being typical mob members they lawyered up with the most extravegant lawyers money could buy and hid behind them like protective sheild.
Things between Maura and Jane had been stellar, they were star crossed for each other, completely enamored. Mrs. Rizzoli was starting to warm up to the idea that her daughter, her only daughter, was in love with a woman. Well she did not know whether Jane was truly in love, but she knew that something non kosher was going on between the two girls whether it was the euphoric ecstacy of love or just lust was yet to be determined.
The idea certainly shocked Angela. She could not say she was angry about it as the heart wants what it wants, but she certainly was not thrilled about it. On the plus side though, it was Maura. She could not deny Maura was a great person and she'd love Frankie or Tommy to end up with her, but instead it was Jane. It was a lot for this mother to take in.
But she respected her daughter's decision. She infact had distanced herself from the pair since Jane's return allowing them privacy. When Jane needed help walking to the bathroom or standing up, Angela just sat back and watched as Maura took her place. That was what scared her the most- being replaced. She liked to believe she could notbe simply replaced. But when Jane was injured at her bed Maura was there almost the enitre time except when she was working. Angela felt like the odd man, or rather woman, out.
Jane was just a few days away from being re-instated and she had progressed phenominally. She was able to stand and walk on her own without pain, could even run, had a full range of motion in her left arm, and the only slight issue was her shoulder hurt from the kick of the firing gun, but in a week or so she'd be back to herself. Back to the sassy, smart ass, gun slining, sexy detective Maura Isles knew and loved. Though they had spent the last three weeksin seperate beds the duo felt and actually was closer than ever before. It was as if they could complete each other's sentence and read the other's thoughts. Maura had nursed over Jane drawing them even closer.
Jane lay sprawled on the couch with case files in her lap and Jo Friday at her feet. Over the past three weeks she and the mutt had grown close. But, the dog still abandonned her for Maura every chance she got. Jane was able to tie the murdered man to the area of Boston the mob ran just by running a scope of the dirt in his shoe treads. Jane just now having concluded so picked up her cell to phone Korsak.
"Jane?" his serious voice barked into the phone.
'Korsak on dead guy Adrian Romero I can tie him to the mob's area," Jane uttered.
"We know Maura faxed us the results. We have mobster Johnnie Keegan in custody. He looks good for your shooting," Korsak announced with confidence.
"Get the bastard," Jane replied gratefully before hanging up.
Jane got up and paced the floor waiting to hear from Korsak and as she paced so did Jo Firday who mocked Jane's every move. She was acting loyal to her owner, at least until her favorite person the brilliant, sophisticated, sexy M.E. showed up. Then, Jane would be a total stranger for the dog much like the owner fell hard for the M.E.
While Jane was pacing Angela snuck into the room. She observed her daughter for a moment before she spoke: "Janie is everything okay?"
"Yeah Ma, just waiting on some news," she replied softly as she tried to sympathize with the situation she put her mother in.
"What's goin' on?" Angela demanded in a soft tone.
"THey have a suspect in my shooting apprehended. I am waiting on the call if he is the guy for the shooting and the murder I have been pouring over for the last three weeks," Jane explained in a tired breath.
"Well pacing ain't going to make it happen any quicker. You should get some rest. You look like ya haven't slept in days," she instructed her daughter in a kind motherly voice.
"I know Ma, but I can't sleep. Everytime I close my eyes I see the shooting," Jane explained kindly.
"Just go lay down and close your eyes," she demanded firmer and Jane obliged.
With Jo Friday iin tow she walked down the hall to the guest room where she had been risiding. She stripped down to a tee shirt and her BPD sweat pants and laid on the bed. Jo Friday curled up in the crook of Jane's neck as she closed her eyes waiting for either a phone call or Maura. Because, tonight she was determined to have a repeat of that fateful night weeks ago where they first affirmed their love.
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