**DISCLAIMER – I do not own the characters, they belong to TNT and associated bodies. **
A/N 1: To the kind reviewer asking about OTP – One True Pairing, your ideal couple.
A/N 2: Thank-you to all of you who both read and reviewed Chapter 2. I was really unsure about continuing this story. I thought of writing a new one, but this story pattern just slotted in easily with the original short, so why waste a good base?
A/N 3: I hope to have this completed before the new season starts. Clock's ticking!
Enjoy!
FLIGHTLESS ANGEL.
Chapter 3 - Jane and Hyde.
It wasn't until after Jane had showered and settled on the couch with Jo Friday and a Beer, that she noticed the familiar buzz of her cell sounding on the kitchen-top. Walking over to slump on a stood, she opened the message.
Maura 7.22pm
Have I missed something? Your behaviour is a source of wonderment to me at the best of times, Jane; but I truly am incapable of a logical deduction of how we went from bliss to rotten within the space of five minutes. Call me. Mx
Jane read the message three times, before exiting back to her main menu and noticed the time; it was now after 8pm. Maura must have sent the message right after Jane left.
"What do I do, Jo; huh?" Jane pondered, more to herself, than the mutt happily dosing off on the sofa.
She sat properly on the stool and tapped the screen absent-mindedly before opening a new blank message.
I'm just not keen on PDAs in front of Ma. You know what she's like. Xx
She tapped the send button, setting the 'phone gently down on the counter in front of her; crossing her arms and leaning her head on them, watching the now black screen.
Ten minutes later, the device buzzed again; shocking her out of the beginnings of a well-needed sleep.
Your Mother wasn't paying any attention to us. I do know what your Mother is like. What scares me, is that I thought I knew what you were like. Mx
Jane's anger surfaced once more, looking at the screen with a confused sense of fury.
You're telling me. You go from chilly queen of the dead, to kissing detectives in full view of their parents. What part of you thought for one second that I would be comfortable with that?
She immediately regretted leaving no form of affection on the message.
Setting the 'phone down again, she walked over to Jo Friday, wringing her hands and looking at the adorable ball of fluff who was staring intently at her master.
"I've really done it this time girl," she husked; grimacing as the screen lit once more and the familiar buzz sounded through the silent apartment. "I'm about to have one mad-as-hell Maura Isles on my hands . . ." Jane whispered, tip-toeing to the kitchen-top.
"Don't be scared of a 'phone Rizzoli, come on," not that the little pep talk gave her any courage, as she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, opening the message.
Maybe the part of you (which I am rapidly losing belief in) that pro-ports to care about me. Play games with whoever you want Jane, if you think you can do it to me; I suggest you find someone willing to put up with a narcissistic, childish, cowardly and selfish individual who goes from hot to cold in the space of a heartbeat. Or you would, if you had one instead of a lump of ice. Don't text back. I will see you at work.
The exhausted Detective set the 'phone back on the cold surface. She looked at it for a minute or two before slapping her thigh telling Jo Friday to come to bed.
"You've really done it this time, haven't you Janie", she sighed, collapsing into bed.