* I own nothing of Rizzoli and Isles I just have the privilege of playing with the characters for a while.
Jane looked up at the clock and noticed it was 2pm already. She pulled her phone from her hip and saw there were no messages or texts from Maura which irritated her more than she could explain. The more she read about this Dr. Bonner the more she couldn't decide weither to be thankful to Maura or angry with her for the woman's presence there. She knew she was jumping to conclusions but she just couldn't stop herself with Maura not answering her.
"Jane...you've been working steadily for hours now. Why don't you take a break and go get some lunch, coffee, or just some air?" Korsak said knowing the woman was obsessing on something. He figured it had to do with Maura because she hadn't picked up the Sullivan file that she was hell bent on getting the day before so she could finish her reports up.
"I'm good Korsak." She said rubbing her eyes that were burning from starring at the computer screen nonstop all morning. "Have you ever heard of psychodynamic psychotherapy?"
"That's a mouth full."
"Tell me about it. Maura's friend practices it. She specializes in work with children and young adults who have been abused or suffered some kind of traumatic event in their lives."
"That's cool." He said impressed. "Are you still upset that Maura didn't tell you about her because she did come up here when you were down stairs. You just missed each other."
"No... I was just curious what kind of doctor she was is all." She lied not wanting to admit it really did piss her off.
"Jane..." He said knowing his former partner was lying.
"What? She looked at him and saw that she had been busted. "Okay... it bothers me. Happy now?"
He laughed, "No... but I get it. Now let's go and get some lunch so you can rest your eyes and brain for an hour. If nothing else you can obsess over all of it while eating a cheese burger."
"God...you know me too well." She said getting up and smiling at him.
"Yes, I do." He said as they went to the elevators.
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Jane was at her apartment for over three hours and had taken Joe Friday out twice to pee, separated her laundry and washed every dish in her apartment. She had drunk three beers and still was wired thinking about Maura with that woman. She couldn't get the thought out of her head which she had read about Dr. Bonner specializing in work with children and young adults that had been abused or had suffered some kind of traumatic event. She wondered if Maura had called her to come to Boston to give her advice on how to help her with all her crap. That was sweet in one respect but in another it made her angry thinking Maura was practicing psychotherapy on her.
She pulled her phone off her belt again and looked for the hundredth time to see if there were any massages or texts but this time was just like the other ninety-nine times...nothing. She became furious at being ignored and decided she would just drive by and see if the two were at home and if she got caught she would just say she needed to speak to Angela about Sunday's dinner or something.
She drove to Beacon Hill and was on Maura's street when she started to feel guilty and a little silly about spying on her best friend. That of course was before she noticed the two getting out of Maura's car and walking up the sidewalk hand in hand and stopped to face each other. Jane quickly pulled over to the side like she belonged to the house she had parked at. She turned the car and lights off and watched like she was on a stake out after a murder or criminal. The adrenaline was coursing through her veins as her heart pounded in her chest like a freight train. She watched as this Dr. Bonner wrapped her arms around her best friend and leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss. She waited for the slap or push away from Maura but there wasn't any. "What the hell?" was said out loud by Jane inside the car. She watched as they looked at each other and saw words being said but she couldn't make out what they were. Then the two went inside out of her line of sight.
Jane found herself furious, confused, and feeling betrayed all at the same time. She wanted to go right up to the door and bang on it yelling, "What in the hell was that Maura?" Yet she knew she couldn't do that because she wasn't supposed to be spying on her friend in the first place.
"God...was Frankie, right? Did Maura flip for her? She is beautiful... no it can't be. But I saw it with my own eyes." She kept saying over and over in her head then out loud to the air on the way back to her apartment. "I saw it all with my own eyes."
She went up to her apartment and knew she wasn't going to get any sleep tonight after all that. It wasn't helping that she knew if she had a night mare there was no way she could go over to Maura's with "Hot Lips Bonner" there. God... she didn't want to think about what they were doing when they went inside Maura's house but the images wouldn't stop coming. The one that tormented her the most was the one where Maura would be calling out the woman's name in the throes of passion. "Why does that bother me so much?" She questioned herself and pulled out another beer. "It's her life and she is free to do whatever...god I got to stop this." She said to the little Yorke that was sitting at her feet looking at her like "I'm sorry but you are crazy. You know I only understand barking but I'm here for you anyway" as Jane talked to her. Finally, she gave up thinking and went to get a shower hoping it wouldn't help her relax enough to fall asleep but knew it wouldn't help but she had to do something at least hoping it would work.
Jane...Jane...Jane... what a tangle web is weaved when we judge things only perceived.
Thanks for reading...more to come.
