Yay, chapter two! I want to thank everyone that's commented so far. It really does give me inspiration to write more. I'm going to thank you all personally on here, but by any means don't feel obligated to reply back, I just feel like I'm ignoring you all if I don't reply and personal PM's take too long...Yeah, I have a lazy streak in me. I hope I'm not putting anyone on blast either. (x
gggaaabbbbyyy-I'm tempted to shorten that, but I wasn't sure if it would be, "Gabby" or "Gaby" so I just stuck with that ^^^. Thank you! Your stuff is quite incredible too, and you still have to update as well. :P
Anonymous- I really hope there's only going to be one "anonymous" reading my story, after that if might become quite confusing for my poor brain. Thank you for the compliment, that majorly boosted my ego (and sometimes it really doesn't need that buuuttt...) I'm glad you find it interesting so far.
XanDany-I'll get more out as soon as possible! (: Thanks for the review.
MJ-I'm sorry to hear about how this story hit home, but I'm glad I could put as much truth into it as possible. I'm not looking to write a fairytale, because honestly we get enough fluff on here. Thank you for the compliment.
Sk8rgirl123- Call me lame but your name makes me think of Avril Lavigne's "Sk8r Boi" song. (x I'm glad you like it so far! I hope I can keep all of you guys pleased with where this story is going. Yet again, sorry to hear that this story has hit home for you as well. /:
Sydney- Well, here's the second chapter so I am continuing it! :D Thank you for those awesome words to describe my story.
SAD- I'm sad that you're sad, but I promise this story will get erm...a little happier. It will have its moments of fluff, but we won't get there for a while. There will be tons of angst (sorry) but no third person to ruin the pity parties. I won't dwell on the cheating thing for too long, but I do have to go through the motions of it. Then we can all move on to maybe a fluffy chapter. (:
annakkas- I love a dark Maura too, she's always portrayed as so innocent and pure, but we both know that somewhere under that she has some darkness. (; Jane's always been my favorite to write, so I hope I can get her great all the time. Thank you! (:
- I thought it might be a little cliched because I've read like...one fic similar to this, but I'm happy that you find it different. I'll update as quickly as I can!
Woo, okay, now that that's done, I can divulge a few things to you guys. Some of these chapters will be in a third person POV and some will switch to a first person POV (mostly in Jane's), I'll try not to confuse you too much. Also, I plan on updating every other day, but we'll see how long that works out for with school in session...Again, this will be a dark fic, not like suicidal or drug/alcohol addiction or S&M kinda stuff, just...not fluffy. I plan on delving deep into all the things the show NEVER talks about (we all know that pisses us off). I'll have some filler chapters and some action packed ones, so please be patient and have confidence in me. ;D I'll eventually get to the end.
Spoilers- None
Pairing-RIZZLES! :D kinda...
Disclaimer- The song below belongs to Counting Crows, and these characters belong to TNT and...Tess something or other. _ I promise that I'll return them home safely.
The Swinging Door
"Well, I dreamt I saw you walking up a hillside in the snow/casting shadows on the winter sky as you stood there counting crows/one for sorrow/two for joy/three for girls and four for boys/five for silver/six for gold/seven for a secret never to be told…"-Murder of One (Counting Crows)
Jane finishes brushing her teeth and runs the water in the sink; the ever clinical Maura Isles hates it when toothpaste globs cling to the inside of the sink. The detective is sickened at it, but she still aims to please her best friend. Jane peered into the mirror and contemplated on how she thought Joe was the epitome of a kicked puppy in the throes of puppy love. She looked the same as a dog; shaggy, russet hair and wide, chocolate eyes. But the dark smudges under them and the pallid skin betrayed Jane's rampant emotions. Man I look like shit. Sighing, she runs a brush through unruly locks and then opens the door to face down her quarter time lover, half time cheating girlfriend, and quarter time roommate.
Leaning up against to doorjamb the Italian wrestles out the words, "You know I'm a detective, right?"
Maura's emotions rapidly flit across her face and she settles on her scrunchy face, and replies with, "Of course Jane, why?"
Damn it, again with the name. A scoff sounds out and an accusing finger points to her bottom shirt of the fashionista where a nametag is surreptitiously hidden underneath the many layers. "Hi, my name is: 'Maura babe, I love you. I can't wait to see you later tonight.' How the hell did she even manage to fit all of that in that tiny space?" Jane asks incredulously with eyebrows raised.
The ME's mouth just drops open as she begins to utter out monosyllabic words…if you could even call them that. She then rips the offensive piece of white paper off and balls it up. Getting rid of the evidence won't make the crime disappear too. Jane had finally gotten the irrefutable truth she wanted; her girlfriend was for sure cheating on her. A little part of the brunette had been hoping that she had been making everything up in her mind. But her delusion was finally shattered and now the pieces of it were slicing her burning heels making the reality of the situation apparent with painful clarity.
"Okay, never mind, don't answer that question. Just answer me this, what's her name? I want to say it's something as ugly as the actions she's helped you commit, maybe Gertrude?" the detective peers into hazel eyes, no spark. Damn, I was really pulling for that one. "All right, not Gertrude. Olga? Nah…Wilhelmina, it's gotta be that. Fanny? C'mon Maur, gimme a hint."
"You're deflecting Jane, you have obviously known about this for quite a while. You should have come to me soo…"
The frustrated woman springs off the doorjamb with all the grace of a jungle cat, standing to full height and clenching her fists to keep from punching something, lean legs begin to pace until they stop right at the edge of the bed leaning over creamy thighs.
"Damn it! Stop with my name! It's always 'Jane, I'm tired', 'Jane, I'm not hungry', 'Jane, Jane, Jane'! What's. Her. Fucking. Name." Jane seethes, breathing peppermint words into a shocked but still breathtaking face. Get a hold of yourself Rizzoli. Her calm now restored Jane steps back a few paces and resumes her post back at the door, hip cocked with an eyebrow raised.
"Tierney," one word, three syllables, six weeks of pain, and a lifetime of fractured trust echoes throughout the room delivered on an angel's lips.
A smirk, "How fitting. Leave." Pointing towards their, no, her bedroom door, offering the elusive doctor the escape she sought a long time ago.
She chokes; the illustrious Doctor Maura Isles actually chokes, not on her spit but on her words. Or her apparent lack of them. No scientific explanations or complaints on the conjecture that just took place, no scolding on Jane's brevity and language, just a whimpering sound followed by a meek, "We should talk."
"I don't want to talk. It's not all about what you want when you want it. Where were you last night when I wanted to talk? How 'bout the day before that, or the six fuckin' weeks before that? Huh, Maura? I'm sure you got your fill of 'talking'." Now reaching the end of her rope Jane walks over to the door and swings it open, gesturing wildly with her fluttering hand to the front door. "Out.". Jo confuses the order for Maura with herself and she scuttles out of the room. She was probably happy to be free of the tense argument taking place inside. Brown eyes look longingly at the mangy dog. I wish I could just walk out on my life too Jo.
Flabbergasted Maura finally opens her mouth, "I am not a dog. You can't just order me around and expect me to follow blindly like an obedient animal," she says indignantly.
"Oh that's rich. I'm sure you've taken plenty of orders within the past month and a half. Tell me, did you use those scarves you were dying to try out? Oh! Or the dildo you so adamantly wanted to fuck me with? Did she beg, or was that you? I'm sure it was you, always so subservient. 'Jane, please, harder, faster!' It was never good enough for you, was it? Me. I was never good enough. But you, you're real good at acting and being obedient. So pretend you're a dog, and please exit the premises." The last part was growled out, Jane didn't mean to sound like she was speaking to a criminal but damn, the hazel eyed beauty just got to her.
A rush of Chanel No. 5 engulfs Jane's senses as she listens to the clicking of the ME's expensive heels clip across the floor boards.
"One last thing, was it worth it Maura?" the detective asks sincerely, genuinely curious, but it still harbored an edge of scorn as she stayed in the bedroom, obsidian eyes following every twitch, step, and breath of her once lover's actions.
A small grimace adorned the tawny haired woman's face, caramel eyes downcast as a reluctant and ashamed "No, it wasn't Jane," whispered through the thin air to settle upon an empty room. A door opened. A door closed. And two forlorn whimpers sifted through the sudden still of the apartment to encompass the once beautiful, but now emotionally trodden room.
Welcome to the end! Of the beginning. Or the beginning of the end. Whichever floats your boat. (; So it's a proven fact that reviews make the world go 'round, and that means the world spinning in circles will bring another day...another day brings another chapter. (: Maura said so herself.