Newspaper Clippings

by LGCoffeeAddict

A story told in 30 drabbles. "They were talking. Just talking. Maura stood behind the bar, flashing that smile that so often drew in everyone around her. She flipped her blonde curls over her shoulder and picked up her tray. As she walked out from behind the bar, dark eyes followed her as a starving man's eyes followed a hot meal."

5. Boxing Day

Newspaper Clippings: Boxing Day

A Rizzoli & Isles drabble by Gigi

A/N: I just really wanted to drop Maura into Jane's comfort zone, because usually Jane's the one doing what Maura likes. Enjoy!

"Jane, if we leave now we could make it in time for yoga," Maura insisted, looking with no small amount of uneasiness at the room filled with punching bags hanging from the ceiling.

The detective turned around in her black sports bra and sweatpants with a laugh as she walked to put her stuff down on the bench. "You're not getting out of this, Maura," she declared. "I already suffered through Jorje and your yoga instructor once. Your turn."

Maura pouted at her best friend's bronzed back. It wasn't fair. She wasn't built for boxing. She was made to bend, not to punch! All the women in the room looked so tough, every single one of them buff and toned. Jane wasn't the only one in just a sports bra either, although she may have been the one who looked best in one. Some of these women were just frighteningly muscular. She picked at her own outfit, her traditional heart-shaped tank with black yoga capris. It was so feminine that everyone could tell from a mile away that she was like a fish out of water.

Jane straightened and turned to see Maura standing still, fingering the hem of her shirt and trying her best not to look intimidated. She leaned over and gave her a light punch to the shoulder. "Hey," she called. "Don't worry about any of them. I'll be the one teaching you. It'll be just us, and they'll just be noise in the background."

"Really?" Some of the tension left Maura's eyes.

Nodding, Jane handed her friend the tape to wrap her hands. "Yeah, some of those women are scary."

Maura had no idea how to properly wrap her hands, so Jane stepped in closer to help her. Maura whispered, "Good, I thought they only frightened me."

"Oh, no," Jane denied as quietly, a conspiratorial glint coming to life in her dark eyes. "If I ever have to arrest one of them for murdering someone, I'm bringing lots of backup."

A/N: Okay, so maybe I just wanted Jane to be in a sports bra again. Don't even care that that was why I wrote this drabble. Please review!