Newspaper Clippings: The Fading Twinkle
A Rizzoli & Isles drabble by Gigi
A/N: This one is based around the word "accusation," so it's not the happiest, but I think it's actually a little realistic. Hope you like it!
Maura had such a kind face. She rarely ever frowned because there was always something to admire, to appreciate. Her eyes seemed to smile constantly, twinkling with the knowledge of a dozen little-known facts about any given topic, with the excitement of getting to share that knowledge with the people around her. That twinkle was something that was just so uniquely Maura that seeing anything else in those hazel eyes was jarring to say the least.
Now that twinkle was nowhere to be seen, clouded over by hurt and anger as she flashed the closest thing to a glare as she had ever managed. It was that look more than her words that kept Jane from approaching the doctor crouched in front of Patty Doyle, blocking him from Jane the way a lioness blocked her cubs from danger.
Jane's gaze switched to the fallen mob boss behind her best friend, laying there and heaving through the pain of two gunshot wounds and a twenty-foot drop. He turned his head and met her eyes with eyes that were far too reminiscent of Maura's at the moment. There was no anger in his stare, rather a respect for what she'd done to protect someone she loved.
He understood, and it made Jane feel dirty.
She looked back at Maura desperately, pleading for her to talk to her. Patty Doyle's respect wouldn't mean a damn thing if her best friend never forgave her.
A/N: You could say this was Rizzles, but for me it was more about the moment that friendship got hurt than the possible romanticism of it. I hope you liked it, and I would really love it if you would review. Newspaper Clippings is the first time I've ever written for Rizzoli & Isles, let alone for two women as the romantic center. So if you could please review, I'd really appreciate it!