Newspaper Clippings: Pacing
A Rizzoli & Isles drabble by Gigi
A/N: Based on the word, "restless."
Maura paced back and forth in agitation, muttering quietly to herself in the solitude of her office as she twirled a lock of blonde hair around her finger.
"You know, someone once told me that fiddling with your hair was a sign of sexual frustration." Maura stopped mid-step at the deep, sardonic statement to see Jane leaning against the doorframe, her wild curls pulled back in a sleek ponytail. Maura rather liked the style. Oddly enough, it made her appear more feminine than when her hair was down.
"Or tangled hair," she shot back, but she took her finger out of her hair and continued her pacing.
Jane pushed off the doorjamb and walked inside, closing the door behind her. "What's with you?"
The doctor didn't really have an answer for her. She just felt...antsy. Like something bad was just waiting for the perfectly ironic moment to just drop into their laps. "I just, I can't stay still for very long today is all," she explained. She didn't want to come off as paranoid.
But every time you tell yourself you're just being paranoid, something bad happens to Jane.
A very firm grip on her shoulders stopped Maura from wearing a hole in her newly imported rug. She looked up to see Jane's eyes inches from hers searching her face in concern. "Maura, tell me what's wrong," she said, her voice a little lower, a little more urgent.
Maura could feel the blood rushing in her ears as anxiety started to take over. She reached up and gripped both Jane's hands in a grip just as firm. "Just please don't go anywhere alone for today at least, until I feel better."
Confusion swam in Jane's liquid brown eyes, and she cocked her head to the side. "What do you mean?"
"Please?" Maura heard herself beg.
Jane tried searching her friend's face for some sort of clue as to what was going on, coming up with nothing. But soon Maura was going to start hyperventilating in that cute but very weird way, so she nodded slowly and gave her shoulders a squeeze. "Okay, I promise."
Relief flashed across Maura's face as she sent her a small smile. "Thank you," she whispered.
Jane pulled her into a hug. "It's not a problem." She could find out what was wrong later.
A/N: No idea where this came from, but I think it's after the kidnapping...It could be before any of the Jane-centric events that have happened thus far, but I think this is post-kidnapping. Somehow, these drabbles are my own little way of drawing Jane and Maura closer inch by inch, so I guess I'll just keep the chronological order thing going. Hope you liked it, and please review!