* I own nothing of Rizzoli and Isles I just have the privilege of playing with the characters for a while.
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Jane found herself sitting in the pew of the church she had grown up in. She had left Maura's house about an hour ago... just before the woman had woken up on the sofa where they both had fallen asleep watching one of her boring documentaries on the cosmos or something. Jane couldn't remember any of the shows content but did remember everything that had happened from the moment she had woken up till this point.
It had been years since she had been to Sunday mass let alone an early morning one. Yet here she was sitting there pondering life and wondering how suddenly nothing made sense anymore. She hated change… her parents split up and she hated it. Frost died and she hated it… of course there was no way of changing that one. She now looks at Korsak sometimes and sees the man getting grayer day by day. She knows that soon he will retire and that will be a major life change in her daily life. But none of those things had her sitting on a hard-wooden bench listening to a priest talk about sin.
She listens to a few lines of the man's sermon. "All have sinned and come short of the glory of God… Romans 3:23 tells us." He said as she looked at the man and wondered why every sermon she could remember harped on sin. "Didn't it also say somewhere in the Bible that God is love and forgiving? And just what is sin?" Were the questions she was asking herself at the moment.
She didn't get the word sin but she knew the meaning of crime… but was sin a crime against God? But how can what she felt be a crime… after all it was love wasn't it? She knew coming to church was a mistake. No one ever got answers here just more questions and rules. But she was stuck until the end of the sermon because leaving would cause eyes on her that she didn't want.
She felt her phone vibrate on her belt and looked at her watch. She knew that it was probably Maura calling but let the phone go to voice mail since she wasn't in a position to answer the call. When the sermon finally came to an end she bolted out of the church as quickly as she could get out and went home to walk Joe for a bit. "Maybe the walk will clear my head." She thought but doubted it would. "How can you clear all this with fresh air when even religion couldn't." Was her last thought before stepping outside with the little Yorkie.
She and the dog walked almost two miles without her realizing it because she was stuck in the memory of soft velvet lips that she had touched with her own this morning... after waking up from one of her exotic dreams that would plague her from time to time. But this time she wasn't in the safe comfort of her bedroom alone. No... this time she had the object of that dream with her and her left arm was at the moment wrapped around Maura. She had slipped easily up and laid the woman down on the pillows and started to put the blanket from the couch over her when desire took over reason and she leaned down and felt those soft lips that she had just dreamed about kissing.
Now she was faced with the reality of... it's no longer just a dream... but is it love or a sin?
This is something that I've been throwing around in my head. I wanted to see if there would be any interest in it. I'll carry it out a couple more chapters to see. If not then back to the drawing board as they say. :)