Title: Coffee, Cold Weather, and New Beginnings
Genre: Romance
Rating: M
Pairing: RIZZLES!
Summary: Can Winter change the lives of our favorite duo?
Disclaimer:I do not, nor will I ever, have any rights to Rizzoli & Isles (I wish!)
Author's Notes: OH REVIWERS, how I love you! Thank you darlings for your sweet comments! Mission "Give Steph a goofy smile" has been completed! With that being said, the writer's block is still rearing it's UGLY head, so I apologize for any choppy parts and errors (no beta). (smh) what other story would have me researching? Good stuff. I have to credit my best friend Ellen for the dinner conversation. I love you darling. Also thanks to starbuckjade for being so helpful! THANKS DEARIES! ok.. ONWEGO!
Jane's leg was becoming bruised from having pinched herself so many times. She just could not make herself believe that she, and her now girlfriend Maura, were actually...well... together. There they were, sitting across the table from each other at some mom and pop restaurant in downtown Boston, just having a splendid time being in each others' presence. Jane knew that the day would go well, they always had something to talk about. Jane was trying to pay attention to the beautiful woman sitting with her, but found herself distracted in her own thoughts about everything that was happening.
"... in 1851 in Britain, the average age of people getting married was 24 and it stayed there, dipping slightly in the 1950s, before rising to the current age of 29. Among some cultures, such as the Karen people in Burma and Thailand, women are expected to write love poetry and give gifts to win over the man," Jane heard her date say. She smiled at the topic of conversation, and nodded politely to acknowledge she had heard the information.
"Jane... did you even hear a word I said?" Maura inquired. She had noticed the blank stare on Jane's face as she informed her of the history of dating. She thought it was relevant to the current situation, but obviously Jane's mind was somewhere else. She watched as Jane snapped back into reality at the sound of her name.
"Sorry, Maura. What was that?"
"I asked if you had even heard a word I said."
"Of course I did. Poems and gifts. I got it."
Maura smiled. It amazed her how people could pick up bits and pieces of conversation and not actually be paying a bit of attention. She saw Jane smile confidently, and only shook her head. Maura had no idea what Jane had planned for the day, but if the events of the morning had ANY indication of what was to come, Maura was pretty sure she was going to enjoy herself. She found herself remembering the events of the morning, and smiled. She heard Jane clear her throat, and found the detective grinning at her with a devilish look in her eyes.
"I'd love to know what you're thinking right now, Maura," Jane said.
"I've just been wondering what on earth you've got planned for us today," Maura replied, smiling widely.
"Well," Jane began, "I figured we could take a tour of the town if your shoes can handle it." Maura laughed as she saw Jane motion toward her three inch heels.
"Well, I do own running shoes, Jane. There's always time to fix it if I must, but as long as we don't go running for miles, I'm pretty sure I'll be alright. Plus, I've lived here for a while. I've see Boston."
"Not my Boston, you haven't," Jane said with a smile. She was excited for their day. She reached across the table to take Maura's hands in her own, as they continued making small talk about plans for the day, the job, drinks, animals, everything. Their conversation was interrupted by a new waiter appearing at their table.
Jane noticed the young man eye the hands that were connected over the table, grimace, and pull out his order sheet. She inwardly groaned. She knew that this was not going to be fun.
"Can I get you ladies any refills? Any food maybe?" The waiter said with disdain.
Jane shot Maura an eye roll, which made her smile softly, and increase her grip of Jane's hands, signaling that she would handle it.
"I'm quite alright, thanks. But I think my girlfriend might want another beer. Honey?"
Jane was trying not to laugh at the boy's face. It must have turned three shades redder than is normal for any human, and Jane had Maura to thank for it. She smiled, biting the inside of her cheek to gain composure, and spoke. "Sure. Another beer would be fantastic."
She noticed the boy's discomfort, and decided she wasn't done messing with him.
"Are you okay, kid? You look a little green," Jane said, feigning concern.
"Yea, umm, I'm fine. I'll get you your beer," the boy said as he disappeared behind the counter.
Jane eyed Maura and smiled, which was broken when she heard the conversation from the back of the restaurant.
"Yea, man," she heard the young waiter say, "they are TOTALLY dating. That is SO disgusting. I do NOT care what you and your dyke girlfriend want. I should totally do something to her beer."
Jane looked at Maura, who she could tell was still listening intently to the conversation happening in the back.
"Maura," Jane whispered, "I'm sorry. Maybe this was a bad idea..." When Maura finally looked at Jane, she had a fire in her eyes that hadn't been there before. Jane was immediately intrigued, but also concerned of what the doctor was thinking.
"Maura, what..." Jane started to whisper, before the doctor shushed her by shaking her head and bringing her finger to her lips. Jane eyed her for a second before nodding, deciding to watch Maura do her thing. Jane knew that she was usually the one to get aggressive, and she was DEFINITELY pissed, but seeing the look in Maura's eyes told her that Maura had a plan, and a good one, and she was intent on seeing what the ME was capable of.
When Jane saw the waiter approach the table, she held her breath, waiting to see what would happen. The waiter set the drink on the table, and faked a smile.
"Is there anything else I can do for you?" the waiter asked, his voice dripping with disgust.
Jane grimaced and looked at the woman across the table from her. Maura smiled softly at her, that fire still in her eyes, and turned to face the young man.
"Actually, there is something you can do for us," Maura stated.
"Of course," the waiter said as he pulled out his scratch pad.
"No, you won't be needing that," Maura said as she let go of Jane's hand to push the pad onto the table.
The waiter looked shockingly at the hand on his arm, and looked up to meet Maura's eyes.
"We have working cochlea, which means we could hear your little conversation."
The waiter removed his arm out of Maura's grasp, and looked down at his twiddling thumbs.
Jane could only watch as Maura continued.
"Next time you insult someone, you might want to make sure no one can hear you, especially not me and my 'dyke girlfriend,'" at this, Maura stood up with her hands on her hips to meet the boys stare. Maura was slightly shorter than he was, but it was no less intimidating.
"I have a good mind to file a complaint, and trust me, I know plenty of good lawyers who would love an easy win like this. And, hypothetically speaking, if I were to do this, it would mean terminating this job, and the possibility of every other food service job you could ever want. Judging by your attitude, age, and facial structure, I would also presume you're in college, correct?"
The boy nodded.
"Well, then that would mean calling your dean of discipline and informing him of your behavior. Chances are that he wouldn't be too happy to hear about that. You would be reprimanded severely for an incident of this nature. Consider yourself lucky that my girlfriend and I are nice people and are willing to overlook this. My tip to you is to go to the library and brush up on the meaning of the word 'ignorant' and try to make yourself NOT be that way. Come, Jane. I think it's time we leave."
Jane, in shock, stood up and followed her out of the door of the restaurant. As soon as they reached outside, Maura saw Jane smile.
"What?" Maura asked.
"Where on earth did you learn how to do that?" Jane asked, grabbing Maura's hands.
"I've sat in on plenty an interrogation, Jane. I'm a fast learner."
Jane shook her head, and placed her hand on the small of Maura's back to lead her away from the door.
"Come on. Let's start your tour."
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