"Ow!" Jane shouted. A heavy object smacked her head. As her blurry vision began to clear, Maura's figure appeared. It was late in the afternoon around 2PM. Jane had slept very well with many dreams of the guard. Dreams of her being free with the woman. Dreams of wrestling in the tall grass she had just mowed outside on the field. Now, the blonde woman stood in front of her with a cold face.
"Get up." She demanded. A small smack to Jane's arm with the baton.
"Alright, alright! Shit man, stop hittin' me."
Maura gave anther playful smack and chuckled.
"Come on, Jane. It's time for work."
Jane sat up quickly, one again hitting her head. "Son of a bitch." She rubbed her head.
"I see you are very graceful after you wake, and watch your language."
"Shut up, Princess, not m'fault that you're all perfect."
Maura gaped at the statement, "I am not perfect!"
Jane laughed and ducked away from the top bunk to stand up. She loved the height advantage over the guard. She dipped her head down to be at eye level with Maura. One eyebrow raised to signal that her previous statement was correct and that arguing would be pointless. The blonde simply rolled her eyes and began walking outside. She didn't bother to turn back for she knew that Jane would follow her lead. While walking, a Spanish, fairly good looking woman touched the small of Maura's back. The guard grabbed behind her and flipped the much stronger woman over her head, making her land on her back. Maura, today, was wearing tight black cargo pants with black leather combat boots and the same uniform blouse. A boot landed heavily on the woman's chest, keeping her on the floor. Jane looked at the guard with a smile, the blonde was full of surprises. The two shared a pair of laughing eyes. When Maura was distracted, the Spanish woman grabbed her leg, causing Maura to fall on her face. Jane wasn't going to have that.
Jane tackled the woman before she could kick the blonde in the side. Fists flew, impacting both people. Jane straddled the heavier woman below her, and crushed her fists into the broad jaw. Her opponent was easily underestimated. A strong fist collided with a brown eye, sending Jane backwards. Their positions were reversed. Hands hit anywhere they could target. Once Maura was to her feet, she grabbed her baton and swung it sideways, knocking the woman out instantly. Jane looked up at her.
"Oh my gosh, Jane." The guard offered a hand out to the mobster below.
"I'm fine didn' hurt, okay?" Jane waved off the hand and stood up on her own.
"You're bleeding, please at least let me-"
Maura took out her handkerchief and dabbed the blood oozing out of every cut on Jane's face. They were silent, Maura was looking at the cuts- making sure to get as much as she could. Jane, however, stared longingly into hazel eyes. Maura was the definition of perfection. Her skin was flawless and young, clean, and she could light up the darkest day in Jane's life. The blonde's eyes wondered over to dark ones. Her hand movements stopped completely. There was no movement or sound around them. Jane's rough hand slowly slid up to greet Maura's face, her thumb stroking a blushed cheek. She stood closer to the guard, closer than she's ever been, their covered breast's touching completely. Jane leaned in, and Maura's breath hitched. She stepped back and placed a firm hand on Jane's chest.
"What are you doing?" Maura breathed out.
"Well, I was plannin' on kissin' you."
Maura was taken aback. She started walking to the prison building shaking her head. She couldn't believe what could have happened. Sure, she found Jane attractive. But kissing her? That was wrong, it was all kinds of wrong. She would be fired. She didn't even know Jane at all except that she is a murderer. Oh God, she was falling for a killer. She had to watch her back, but it was so hard. Jane was very alluring. Her husky voice and toned olive skin. Her charismatic smile and expressive brown eyes. Maura had no doubt that she had a thing for this woman, but she needed to stay professional. Jane followed behind keeping a good distance before jogging up to walk by her side.
"Hey, thanks for at least cleanin' up my face." She gruffed.
"Wait until tomorrow, your face will be all kinds of colors" Maura laughed.
"Yeah, well, I don't blame ya. I don't know what I look like. I probably wouldn't kiss me either."
Jane smiled at the woman to her right. She enjoyed Maura's laughter. While walking she thought of more ways to possibly make her laugh. Obviously tickling was not an option. The blonde appeared to like jokes and sarcasm the best. The two made their way with the same routine for dinner. Back to the cell Jane went.
"Aye, Princess?" Jane stopped her before Maura could walk out again.
"Yes, Rizzoli?"
"Could you uh, could you come by when you first get here? Y'know to check on my face?"
Maura giggled, "Of course, Jane. Goodnight."
She walked out and slowly locked the cell door, lingering a little for Jane. The brunette stood face to bar with the cell door. Maura walked a bit closer, close enough for the taller woman to wrap her long arms around her waist. Maura closed her eyes, trying to control the instinct to beat away the touch. Rough thumbs circled the dimples of her back. Jane's hands made their way to the smooth face of the guard. Bright blush formed from underneath the touch. Maura's face was cupped by one hand as the other retreated back into the cell. She leaned into the hand, feeling affection for the first time in a long time. Their eyes met.
"Goodnight, Maura." Jane gave one last little caress and walked to her cot.
The sound of her cell unlocking caused Jane to jump up. Smack. "Damn it! Every damn time!" she rubbed her head. She couldn't see anything, it was still dark. All she knew, was that someone was now in her cell, and the keys were jingling. It wasn't Maura. Jane stood up and was instantly shoved up against the white brick wall. A fist made contact with her stomach. The tall woman toppled over, gripping at the impact area. Steel toe boots kicked her in the same area. Jane's dinner found its way back up and so did blood. She was in agony but the attacker was silent. The brunette was dragged up from the floor and hit in the cheekbone. Darkness found the way to her eyes once again.
Softness surrounded her body, cradling her. Delicate fingers weaved through her dark blood matted curls. She found that her body was rocking back and fourth. Her eyes finally cooperated and flickered open. A gasp filled the cell.
"Jane, oh God. What happened?" Maura called out, trying to snap her into full consciousness.
"I-..." Jane coughed, expelling the rest of the blood that was caught in her throat.
Maura tilted the beaten woman to her side but still cradled her.
"I don't know. I was sleeping and I just got attacked by a guard, I think. They had keys."
"Any idea on who it could have been?" She rang out a rag, wiping away the blood.
"No but they were strong an' had boots like you. Wasn't any fair y'know."
The blonde guard chuckled, lately nothing was ever fair. Poor Jane's face was a rainbow of colors. Red, blue, black, green, red, and purple with splashes of yellow covered her body. Maura tried to get as much blood off as she could. Brown eyes looked up at her, pleading.
"What time is it, Maura?"
"It's two in the afternoon. I have been here since the beginning of my shift trying to wake you."
"Sorry, Princess." Jane tried to stand up, but yelped in pain.
She clutched at her side. Maura was there in an instant to catch her. She led the taller woman to her cot and laid her down. Her hands pressed on the wound, Jane yelled out.
"Stop!" Jane swatted at the pale hands.
"No. I need to see something, unzip your jumpsuit and take off your top."
"What?" her eyebrows furrowed.
"Just do it, Jane. Please don't argue with me." Maura's face was stern. She meant it.
Jane did as she was told. She carefully sat up and faced the blonde. The orange jumpsuit was splashed with dark red. The zipper broke up crusted blood on its way down. It stopped at her waist. Toned arms slowly slid off the dirty white tank top, exposing a black bra with a lace trim. Maura took in the sight of the perfect set of abs. She wanted nothing more than to devour the woman in front of her, to reach out and lose herself in the perfect body. She didn't notice the dark set of eyes looking at her. The sound of Jane clearing her throat brought her back to reality. The brunette wore a grin, and wore it well.
"Huh?" Maura shook her head, "Oh, right. Yes. Let me see."
"I think you are already on that part dontya' think?" Jane chuckled.
"Shut up, Rizzoli." She smacked a tanned arm playfully.
"Aye, that's prisoner abuse."
"If you don't stop talking, I'm going to show you prisoner abuse."
"Is that a threat?" Her left eye brow rose, challenging the guard.
"No, of course no- Yes, yes it is." She laughed quietly.
Maura placed her hand on Jane's sculpted torso. Shivers coursed down the brunettes body; her eyes flickered closed. Pale hands took their time, gently rubbing the toned abs. Jane's head tilted back, soaking in Maura's touch. The woman was irresistible. Jane's fingers found Maura's hair, gripping harshly. The blonde pulled back breathlessly and stood up.
"Jane." Maura looked down.
Jane shook her head. "Uhm," she closed her eyes, "I'm sorry. It's been a while since-"
"I know." Maura sat near her.
"I haven't really had someone touch me like that before."
"Like what?"
"With care." Jane looked at hazel eyes, falling a little harder.
"From what I was able to gather, no ribs are cracked. Though you have a lot of bruising."
"Thanks, Princess."
"You can put your tank and jumpsuit back on now."
"Right."
"I will meet you outside for work." Maura patted Jane's thigh before leaving.
Maura stayed a little longer at night. She sat with Jane on her cot.
"Tell me a little about yourself, Jane." She started. The taller woman held out her hand, asking the smaller one's permission to hold hers. It was granted. Jane took Maura's hand in hers and looked deeply into her eyes, "What do you want to know?" The guard took a moment to think before replying to the question.
"How did you get here?"
Jane furrowed her eye brows, "You already know."
"I know why you are here, I am asking how."
"I don't understand."
"How did you get into the mob, and why did you kill those two officers?" Jane looked down at her hands and fiddled with her thumbs. She didn't like opening up to strangers, but Maura had a way of coaxing out a different side of her.
"Well I, uh, I was just a kid and uhm-" her voice was choking out, but she carried on. "It was a normal Sunday dinner. We all were at the table. These men barged in with knives and guns. I screamed and pushed my brothers out of the way. My mother was shot first in front of me. My youngest bro, Tommy, took off. The man who shot my mother turned to my other brother Frankie and took him. My father was stabbed and dragged away. I heard the van close, but it didn't start. My mother was still here. I heard one of them come back so I ran and hid in the tool closet. They took her too, and it was all over."
Maura interrupted, "Jane, I'm-". Jane pressed two fingers to Maura's lips.
"I'm not done," tears filled her eyes. "A few days passed by, I was alone. When I finally fell asleep, I was woke up by a pair of rough hands. His name was Patty Doyle. He took me in under his wing. Years went by and he trained me to be the best detective possible. It was my job to protect my family, the mob, and when he was in danger I had to protect him."
Maura nodded her head. She would never have thought that Jane had to go through all of that. The woman was clearly traumatized, but she wasn't a criminal at all. Sure, by law she was one, but by heart she was a protector. Jane was a good person, and the blonde could tell. She squeezed the firm hands tightly. She peered into dark chocolate eyes, trailing down to battered pink lips. Blood was still slowly trickling down. Maura released her grip on one hand and slowly stroked the blood away with her thumb. Jane lowered her head and rested it on soft shoulders. Maura laid back, Jane laying her head on the warm chest. She mumbled, "Tell me about you."
"Well," Maura started. "I am an only child, adopted child. I have no clue who my birth parents are, but my adoptive parents are very fortunate in the money area. I can't say I've had much trouble in my life like you."
Jane nodded, taking in the smell of Maura Isles. She smelled delightful, like vanilla and strawberries. She found herself slowly drifitng away into a deep comfortable sleep. Maura heard Jane's breath even out and thought that it was time to go. Slowly sliding out from underneath the beautiful body, she quietly walked away and locked the cell.