Newspaper Clippings: A Nothing Problem
A Rizzoli & Isles drabble by Gigi
A/N: Based around the word "nervous."
A dark eyebrow arched at the fumbling, frazzled doctor rushing around her office. Maura was never frazzled. She never rushed. She was always so perfectly put together. Her hair was tied up.
She never tied up her hair unless she was doing an autopsy, and there wasn't a dead body on the floor of her office. It was just Jane, leaning on one leg with her arms crossed beneath her breast, her head tilted to the side as she bemusedly watched the blonde avoid eye-contact and throw items in her purse. Maura had just been jumpy around her lately, and she didn't understand why. What had changed in their relationship? Why was her best friend suddenly wanting nothing to do with her?
A small pout formed on her lips. "How long are you going to avoid looking at me?"
Maura froze, seeming to take a steadying breath before raising her eyes to meet hers with a placating smile plastered on her face. "I'm looking at you," she insisted, before quickly lowering her eyes again.
Jane sighed and walked to the desk, placing her hands on top of the papers Maura was about to grab. "Maura."
"It's nothing, Jane," Maura murmured. "It's a nothing problem, which I'll find a way to get over on my own. I don't need to bother you with it. It's just a stupid thing."
For some reason, those words hurt.
A/N: Sorry, I'm not at home, so posting these drabbles has been a little more difficult. Hope you still liked it! Please review!