Newspaper Clippings: Elevator Doors
A Rizzoli & Isles drabble by Gigi
A/N: And they finally have a scene together! It's been an absurd amount of drabbles without them together.
Maura ran a hand through her hair tiredly. Now that she'd dropped off her autopsy report on Frost's desk, all she wanted to think about was a large glass of pinot noir and curling up with Jane Eyre for the fourth time. Her hand froze in still the bottom of hair. Actually, given the name of the protagonist, maybe The Professor would be a safer Charlotte Brontë read.
A yawn cracked her jaw while she waited for the elevator. Okay, maybe just the wine and whatever was on the Discovery Channel.
The light above the elevator brightened, and the doors slid open. Maura stepped inside gratefully. Finally, her day was over.
The doors had almost completely closed when a bronzed hand darted in to reopen them, and Maura quickly averted her eyes to staring at the floor numbers above when the ugly black boot stepped into the cabin. Jane's hair hung from a ponytail, Maura observed from the corner of her eye. The case must have been more frustrating than she'd thought. A few of the curls still made their way over the detective's shoulder, who, upon realizing the doctor was still intending to avoid eye contact, stared blankly at the closing doors.
"Hey." Jane's husky voice was starting to get dangerous, too, if the shivers Maura had to force down were anything to go by.
"Hey," she echoed once she could be sure of her voice.
The doors closed completely, and the small dropping sensation that came with the initial movement of the elevator mimicked the sensation in Maura's stomach. Jane had only said one syllable, but she sounded sad.
"Did I do something?" Jane asked softly, sneaking a glance out of the corner of her eye toward her companion. Her voice carried with it the smallest of cracks, the tiniest bit of insecurity seeping through and finding purchase in Maura's heart.
Maura's stiff features softened as her eyes slid closed. She shook her head slowly. "No, you've done nothing wrong. I'm just sorting out some personal issues that...that I'm not exactly ready to discuss with anyone." She was glad she'd closed her eyes; she knew Jane was probably trying to hide the hurt in her features.
The elevator slowed to a stop to open into the lobby. Jane stepped out and looked back at her best friend, her hand on the door frame. "I miss you." And she turned back around and left the building.
Maura exited the cabin much slower, and just as the doors swung closed behind Jane, she whispered after her.
"I miss you, too."
A/N: And finally, Jane and Maura have some sort of contact again! Trust me, they won't all be this heavy. Promise. Please review!