I don't own Rizzoli and Isles, but I wish I did.
A/N: Thanks for the kind reviews. I struggled with this next part, and I hope I did it justice. Here goes nothing. Trigger warning. There is mention of violence.
"So, since I'm your mentor teacher I get to observe your class, Maura." Jane grinned.
"What does that entail, Jane?" Maura looked up from her laptop.
"One day next week, I will come in and watch your class from start to finish. I can't tell you which day, but I want you to know that this is completely informal. My observation doesn't count as one of your formal ones for the semester. Consider me a warm up." Jane tried to ease any possible stress she was causing the doctor.
"Besides, I can't do your formal observations because it would be a conflict of interests." Jane roguishly winked at the doctor. Both knew that no one but their close friends knew that they were dating, but they decided to play along anyways.
Jane had hopped up on a lab table in Maura's room. Most of the faculty and all of the students had gone home for the day. Jane was just hanging out in Maura's room killing time before the two went out for drinks with their friends. Maura moved a little closer into Jane's personal space coming to rest between the knees of the brunette.
"Conflict of interests, eh?" Maura ran her hands up and down the lapels of Jane's blazer.
Jane wrapped her arms around the good doctor pulling her in close.
"Are they afraid that I might try to bribe my evaluator?" Maura's voice had dipped into a lower register.
"Yes," Jane pulled Maura so close that they were sharing the same air. "With sexual favors," Jane deadpanned.
"Jane!" Maura pulled away and softly smacked the brunette on the shoulder.
"What?!" Jane said mischievously.
"I don't know what I'm going to do with you," the blonde smirked and kissed Jane lightly on the lips.
This back and forth was fun for the two women. They enjoyed the innocent side of their relationship, but it was becoming more and more difficult to keep control of themselves. Their make out sessions were growing heavier and more frequent.
They were trying to maintain their professionalism, but it was awfully convenient that Maura's room had a closet attached to it and that she kept her room locked at all times. Most teachers did the same thing mainly for safety reasons, so locking the door didn't arouse any suspicion. Also, this way they at least got the warning sound of a key turning in the lock if someone was entering the room.
Only once did Jane have to hide out in the closet for her entire planning period because her clothes were a little too disheveled to leave the closet before the kids came into Maura's classroom. Jane said a few Hail Marys in gratitude that she didn't have any meetings or copies to run for her next class that day.
They enjoyed teasing each other getting one another hot and bothered then pulling back. It became a game the two played together. The two of them always made a point to be careful though.
Just to piss Maura off, Jane gave Maura a huge hickey while they were in her Maura's room for lunch. Jane had strategically placed the hickey in a spot that Maura could easily hide. Maura wasn't even remotely amused because the remedy was to wear a lab coat for the rest of the day, and it wasn't even a lab day! Kids always notice, so she knew there was no way around her apparel choice.
To avoid lying, Maura purposely and regretfully put a tear in her dress so that she could use it as an excuse to tell her students.
Jane genuinely felt badly about what she did, so she willingly spent an entire Saturday afternoon shopping with Maura for a replacement.
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On Wednesday, Jane decided to drop into Maura's Anatomy class for her observation. Knowing that it was Jane who would be critiquing her made Maura incredibly nervous. She really wanted to impress her...girlfriend? They hadn't really defined what they were yet, but they were dating. That was probably part of the reason why their physical relationship hadn't progressed to the next step, but Maura couldn't think about that right now. She had to focus on teaching her lesson.
Jane settled in the back of the room at an empty lab table. She gave a Maura a warm smile that told her to go ahead.
"Alright class, our objective today is to analyze how tissues repair themselves and the methods in which they do so. We'll pay special attention to the formation of scar tissue."
Jane felt a weight drop in her stomach and her mouth go dry. Immediately, she began to adjust her watch on her wrist. The band felt too tight and her skin too hot. As subtly as she could, Jane removed the timepiece and laid it on the table. The cool air of the classroom eased her skin's discomfort, and she felt like she could breathe again. Jane refocused her attention on the good doctor.
Maura was doing a phenomenal job, and it wasn't because she was being observed. She simply was a natural at teaching. The kids were engaged and the presentation of the material was effective and accessible to all levels of learners.
Jane was doing fine until Maura began showing images.
"Here is an example of damage inflicted on the epidermis and underlying tissues and muscles by a sharp jagged instrument. Any thought on what that instrument might be?"
Maura paused and called on an African-American boy in the second row.
"A serrated knife, Dr. Isles?"
A broad smile spread across the doctor's face. "Very good, Mark."
At this point, Jane was really trying to focus, but the topic being discussed was making it very difficult.
Jane was beginning to zone out and completely missed the next part of Maura's lesson where the doctor broke the students into pairs to examine samples of scar tissue under microscopes.
Maura approached the brunette and was surprised to see her watch lying on the table next to her. To be honest, Jane looked like she was going to puke. It was then that Maura saw the ugly jagged scar that wrapped around most of Jane's wrist.
Maura's heart broke. "That's what Jane's been hiding." Another thought immediately followed. "Oh my God! Today's lesson!"
Even though Maura was completely oblivious that the day's lesson would cause the brunette such distress, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmingly guilty.
"Hey, you ok?" Maura said softly in order to avoid the attention of her students.
"Huh? Oh yeah. I"m fine." Jane snapped out her daze. "Listen, I'm not feeling so good. You care if I leave a little early?"
"Of course not." Maura resisted the urge to tuck a stray curl behind Jane's ear.
Jane stood up quickly and gathered her things forgetting only her watch that she had put aside.
Before Jane left, she turned to Maura saying, "You're a natural, Maur'. We can go over your lesson after school if you like."
"Okay, Jane." Maura gave the brunette a small wave as she left the room.
Once Jane was in the hall, she took in a deep breath of air and reached out to rub her wrist.
She had left her watch.
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Maura tried texting Jane, but she didn't get a response. It was an off day for practice, so Maura knew she wasn't outside coaching. She exhausted all possible locations but came up empty. That's when she decided to try her apartment.
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Jane heard a tapping on her door.
Taking a long pull from her beer, she pushed herself off her couch and padded over to the door.
She knew who was on the other side.
"Hey Maura," Jane held the door wider so that the doctor could come in.
"Hello Jane," Maura leaned into the brunette with the intent of giving Jane a soft tender kiss.
To Maura's surprise, Jane pulled Maura against her and covered the blonde's mouth with her own. Jane pressed Maura against her door attacking her neck with bites and kisses as she ran her hands down Maura's back and over her butt.
The two of them were rapidly losing control, so Maura had to pull back.
"Jane!" She pushed back the brunette just far enough to look her in the eyes. "As much as I want to continue this," she punctuated her statement with an unconscious roll of her hips, "I feel like we need to talk."
Jane's body immediately sagged. "You're right, Maura. I'm sorry."
She pulled away from the honey blonde. Jane looked at the disheveled doctor and couldn't help but smirk as wiped away Maura's smudged lipstick.
"My emotions are running a little high at the moment and seeing you...the urge to take you just came over me." Jane looked contrite.
Maura tucked a curl behind Jane's ear. "Listen. I was really enjoying what we were doing but I can tell now is not the time for that."
"Talk to me." Maura reached out her hand for Jane to take. Jane allowed the doctor to guide her to the couch.
Maura took a deep breath and dove right in, "Jane why did you need to leave my room today?"
Jane tried to avoid the blonde's eyes.
"Hey, look at me." Maura put her finger under Jane's chin and guided the brunette to look into her eyes.
"Something about the lesson today was hard for you." Maura stated softly.
Jane thought about shutting down like she did when most people tried to get in, but she was tired of keeping everything to herself. She was ready to let the doctor in.
"After I graduated college, I decided to enter law enforcement. I was the top of my class in Academy and spent three years gaining the experience I needed to try for detective." Jane sighed recalling the next bit, "I had just passed my detective's exam and was finishing up my last week on patrol. I was alone on patrol that night and was almost the end of my shift when a call came in for domestic violence complaint."
"I arrived at the house and began interviewing the victim. Her asshole boyfriend had beat her up pretty bad, so I had called for an ambulance."
Jane continued, "I asked her if she knew the whereabouts of her boyfriend, and she didn't," Jane took a shuddering breath before she continued, "We soon found out."
A large burly man came into the kitchen where I was interviewing her. He was calling her names and grew increasingly agitated. I tried to deescalate the situation and get the man to calm down, but when I asked him to step outside, so we could talk. He blew up.
Jane could still hear his words,
"Don't tell me to calm down, you dyke bitch!"
As he said this, he had grabbed a steak knife that had been laying in the sink and," Jane paused, "he swung it at me."
"On instinct, I had raised my arm to deflect the blow and fired three shots into his gut."
Jane could still hear the shots being fired.
"I tried my best to save him, but my wrist had been sliced to the bone. I was bleeding profusely myself."
"He bled out on the kitchen floor."
Jane raised her eyes to look at the blonde.
"I killed him."