I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS!..sadly. Please tell me if you find a typo:)
~~~Chapter 4 is in pre-production~~~
Jane woke up to a bracing cold pecking at her legs. Without giving the effort to look at her tanned, beautiful legs she pulled her comforter over them and rolled on her side. She waited as she felt the sting of the cold become numb with heat, and as she waited she thought of Maura. Jane was never the cuddly kind of girl, but at this moment, more than anything, she wanted to be held by Maura. She relived the thoughts of the past few months in her head, which made her realize how much she misses Maura. She had missed how Maura's smile could make her feel that everything was ok, and the annoyingly cute facts that she spat out during her times with Jane. Jane had felt like the past months had just been a pseudo-reality, in which everything she lived she had seen through a TV, and that thought killed her. Maura was just a girl that was Jane's friend, so why has just the mere presences of Maura made her life feel completely different? It was just this one thing the Detective, Jane Rizzoli, couldn't figure it out.
So, Jane continued to lie in her bed, while she played with the noticeable scars on her hands. She let her mind venture back to the only day where she had felt more helpless; when Hoyt had taken the strong Jane Rizzoli and transformed her into a crying, worthless girl laying on a basement floor. She remembered the fear of never being able to see Frankie, Ma, or Maura again, or go to a Red Sox game, or sit in front of the TV with an cool beer, but the one thing that stuck out to Jane that she would never forget is her promise to not get upset about the little things. When Hoyt had Jane bolted to the floor she made a promise to herself that if she somehow were about to get out that she would realize that as long as everyone she loved was ok then she was too. By this thought Jane had realized that everyone she loved was in fact ok, and if Maura was ok not talking to Jane then was all right too.
It took Jane a lot of courage to get herself to stand in front of the bar "Merck", but she knew that she had to do this. She tightened her hands, took three deep breaths, and walked inside. Once inside she noticed the absence of men right away, which was expected in a lesbian bar but it still seemed weird. Jane did not know any of these girls seeing as she did not know any lesbians, and normally Jane was not a shy girl, but in this instance she found herself unable to look any girl in the eye. When she finally felt too awkward just standing there she looked around and saw an empty table in the deepest corner of the bar. As she sat down she found herself scanning the room. She noticed some fairly attractive girls, but no one that came even close to Maura. Jane had not been sitting down for two minutes when a perky blonde sat down next to her. Jane looked at the girl with her usual puzzled face and jutted "Hi". The girl, who could not have been older then 23, looked back at Jane with a smile and said "I saw you the second you walked in. I just love women in suits". Jane laughed at this statement because no one had ever complimented her on her suits before. Without even trying to make her way around the question Jane asked, "How old are you?" The girl leaned close to Jane's ear and whispered "Old enough to know that I want to take you back to my place". An involuntary laugh surprised the young girl, and Jane herself, but the motion was too much for Jane to even consider. With humor on her breath Jane replied as she got up to leave "Ah. I think that's just a little to young for me". Jane kept a smirk on her face as she walked out of the bar because she finally knew just how ridiculous this whole idea was. She was never going to find a girl she could love in a bar.
The time was not past ten o'clock, so Jane not even thinking about it, drove her car to her favorite cop bar, the Dirty Robber. As she walked in she was relieved to see men that were old enough to be her Grandpa, and normal girls that didn't look as though they were about to fall out of their shirts. She saw cops that worked at her stations, and cops who had retired well before her time, but Jane knew this was definitely the place that she belonged.
After picking her usual booth to sit in she ordered a beer and relaxed into the seat. Jane sat there drinking her beer and rethinking to herself why she ever went to a bar where she had ten plus year on all those women. It was a weird kind of thought because Jane had always been a woman who knew what was right and what was completely stupid. After being completely enveloped in her mind it came as such a shock when a woman sat down next to her. Jane feeling completely shocked looked at the woman and said "Christ! You scared me". With Jane's hand on her chest and feeling her heart racing the women smiled and said "Hi, my name's Kennedy".