Newspaper Clippings: The Morgue
A Rizzoli & Isles drabble by Gigi
A/N: More flustered Jane. So cute. I can't. So. Freaking. Cute.
Maura was just about to remove the victim's stomach when a motion in the window caught her eye. There was Jane, pacing back and forth, each time getting just a little bit closer to the doors to the morgue. Maura felt her lips quirk upward. Jane was twirling her hair around her finger while she chewed the inside of her lip. This time, she paused at the door. She even made as if to grab the handle. And then her hand dropped and she made another go at the pacing. Her eyes now twinkling fondly—Jane really was endearing when she was flustered—Maura dropped her gaze back down to the victim's insides. Jane would walk through those doors when she was ready.
Finally, the doors swung open just as Maura was carrying the stomach over to a nearby table to examine it. She shot a glance over to the entrance and tried to keep the amusement out of her voice when she greeted the detective. "How's it going?"
Jane dropped her hands from her hair and crossed her arms beneath her chests, assuming that solid stance she so favored. "The neighbors are clean, so we are without a suspect right now," she declared. Her teeth kept chewing the inside of her lip every time she looked at the ME. "So do you know if it was a sexual assault or necrophilia?"
Maura raised her gaze to the woman standing across the table from her with a nod. "I found traces of semen and tearing. It seems to have been post-mortem." She continued to watch Jane instead of returning to the stomach, even taking off her latex gloves. Jane, of course, started squirming under the scrutiny.
"So, um, about earlier..." she began. Maura stayed silent, but she couldn't keep the hope from rising into her eyes. "I...uh...well, you know what happened last month, and...well..." Her hands were back in hair again.
It was all the confirmation she needed, though. Deciding to put her out of her misery, Maura reached over and pulled Jane's hands away from her poor tortured curls. "Jane, would you like to go to dinner with me tomorrow night?" she asked quietly. Something about the moment, it called for softness.
A minuscule nod came from the detective. It took her a few more moments to get her voice to work properly. "I think I would like that," she finally whispered.
A/N: You better love me so much right now. I very nearly had Frost barge in with a super important lead on the case right around "So, um, about earlier..." But I didn't want to be too mean. So you should be very nice to me and REVIEW!