Newspaper Clippings: Coffee Plots
A Rizzoli & Isles drabble by Gigi
A/N: Based around the word "frustration." I hope you like it!
Jane leaned back in her desk chair rubbing her hands over her face. She just couldn't focus on anything anymore. All she could think about was the fact that she hadn't really seen Maura in a week. All work-related meetings happened with the utmost professionalism, and it was driving the detective crazy. Maura was avoiding her, and although she'd wracked her brain for what she could have possibly done wrong, nothing pointed as to why.
Nothing out of the ordinary had happened a week ago, but for some reason her best friend wouldn't even look at her. It was like she was afraid of what she'd see. Jane looked down at herself. Maybe Maura finally got sick of looking at the hideous but incredibly comfortable black boots that Jane was so fond of? Maybe if she changed into more feminine shoes, Maura would look at her again...
Jane shook her head. Now she was just being silly. Maura wasn't avoiding her because of her shoes.
A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she reached for her cup of coffee, almost spitting it out when she got a mouthful of coffee grinds. She was going to kill Stan one of these days and make it look like a mob hit. She knew how.
A homicide detective plotting murder over a bad cup of coffee. Maura really needed to start talking to her again.
A/N: La la la, I love frustrated Jane because she rubs her face and gets all wrinkly-foreheaded and it's adorable. I hope you enjoyed this, so please review!