Author's Note - I want to say a deep and gratified thank you to each and every single person who took the time to read, alert, fave, and most especially review In High Heels: The Talk. It was written as a place for me to vent my anger and frustration with Angela's horrible betrayal of Maura, and also a place I hoped would give others possibly feeling the same way, somewhere to vent themselves about it ^.^
I'm pleased that it went over so well. Again, thank you all for your wonderful responses =D
I hope that you all enjoy this story (and what I envisioned should have happened in the actual episode ending =p), and thank you all again for being such awesome and amazing readers ^.^
Word vomit.
That's what was happening with her mouth Maura realized in horror, as she faced off against the prison inmate who kept accusing her of being a cop. She wanted to stop...she really truly did. But she rambled when she was nervous. And being placed in prison for a murder she wasn't even sure she'd committed, was way more than enough to make anyone nervous...among any number of other unpleasant, negative feelings. So when the other woman's fist connected with her face, Maura knew she should have seen it coming.
Both figuratively and literally.
After all, hadn't she just spent time training with Angela to be able to counter, block, and throw similar punches to this?
God, she just wished Jane was by her side right now.
Maura cupped her cheek and looked up with tears stinging in her eyes, at the woman who'd just sucker-punched her as the guards led her away. The woman kept screaming threats and obscenities at her even as she was being led away, and it was at that moment with her jaw throbbing, and stomach cramping from the elevated levels of stress she was experiencing, that it truly sunk in for Maura just how much trouble she was in.
God Jane, please save me...
"Paddy Doyle sends his regards."
Maura jumped slightly in surprised shock, at the unexpected words spoken by the female guard now standing before her.
"You need anything else, just ask for Mary Pat."
Maura nodded in numb shock as the female guard walked away, to see about getting some ice for the painful shiner now developing on her face.
Paddy Doyle...her father had just sent his regards to his 'jailhouse' daughter.
Maura just barely bit back the slightly hysterical laughter, that threatened to bubble up and out from her lips.
She needed Jane.
And like an avenging angel when Jane swooped in later, and threatened every single orange-jumpsuit-clad inmate in the room, with a very short life if they ever dared to touch her again, Maura finally got her Jane. And what a majestic Jane she was. Standing tall, eyes blazing, tone gravelly and low as it dealt out the ultimate ultimatum, Maura hadn't felt more cared for and protected in her life. She then quickly informed Jane about the powdered drug that had been blown into her face, the night everything had gone so horribly wrong for her.
Jane was beyond furious.
When she saw the painful damage done to Maura's face by one of the inmates, she felt like throwing down her badge and taking her fists to the face of every single bitch in the room. She was seeing pure, murderous red and when she threatened, to end the life of anyone who dared touch Maura Isles again, she was being deadly serious.
She just wanted to take Maura away from all of this.
It was an aching need to do now.
She just wanted to press soft, soothing kisses against Maura's tender, bruised face and whisper loving reassurances into her ear. This whole damn mess of a situation had finally broken down the walls of Jane's resistance. If...no...when she managed to free Maura, Jane promised herself that she would finally breach the walls she suspected, like herself, Maura had erected to keep the full intensity of her feelings hidden away...from both herself and Jane.
Jane's thought processes were interrupted then by Maura saying with a bit of almost pride, that her mob boss sperm donor Paddy Doyle had "put the word out."
Jane felt the blood in her veins run ice-cold, and her voice dropped to its lowest register, as she told Maura that that was not a good thing. In fact to Jane, it was one of the absolute worst things that she'd heard in an ever-growing list of very bad things, she'd had to hear and deal with over the last couple of days.
Maura's already faint complexion paled even further at Jane's words, and the smaller woman looked up into Jane's worried brown eyes, and whispered fearfully, "just get me out of here, Jane."
Jane's heart contracted in pain at the desperate plea issued from the lips of the woman she loved more than life itself.
She would not disappoint her again.
She would get her out.
She would free Maura.
~o~o~o~
It was all finally over.
The real killer literally handed over his murder weapon without a thought, and Jane was finally able to end a couple of the absolute worst days of her life.
Then when Maura walked back into the precinct wearing that stunning blue dress, and smiling widely from cute dimpled cheek to cute dimpled cheek, Jane felt her whole world finally tilt fully back into place.
With a wide, bright smile of her own Jane walked up to Maura and pulled the M.E. into the tightest, warmest hug she could ever possibly give.
This was what it was all about. This one single, solitary moment. Having Maura pressed so closely against her, smelling so wonderful and sweet, truly made Jane realize just how amazing it was to have Maura back again in her arms. So, she released a deeply-contented sigh, and didn't even bother fighting the urge to gently nuzzle her face against Maura's neck, not caring that they were both still standing in the middle of the police precinct, surrounded by family and friends.
Jane just didn't give a damn anymore.
She'd almost lost Maura...again.
She wasn't going to waste any more time dithering away, when at any moment in time she could lose the love of her life. She then felt a slight shiver race down through Maura's body, as her lips lightly brushed across the soft skin of the doctor's neck, before she slowly pulled back to look down into Maura's brilliant, hazel-green eyes.
Maura looked back up curiously into Jane's eyes, then lightly licked her lip a bit nervously, as she continued to watch the play of emotions on Jane's face.
It was at the sight of that small, almost-erotic lick lip that Jane lost it.
Without any further thought or care for possible 'consequences', Jane leaned down and pressed her lips against the sweet-tasting, full lips of one Maura Isles.
And Maura responded to that kiss quickly.
It was the kiss she'd been waiting for her entire life...the one she hadn't even known she'd been missing, until one Jane Rizzoli strolled in with quiet confidence to share with her.
The quiet moan of pleasure that slipped through Maura's lips into Jane's mouth, almost caused the dark-haired woman's knees to buckle.
The hoots and whistles of the crowd still surrounding them barely registered, as they both continued to kiss like it was their final day together.
Never again would they take any chances with each other, or the precious gift of love they now had with one another.
Never again would they allow themselves to nearly lose the other.
They had this chance now to be truly happy, and to build a life together on the bedrock of that happiness.
They were going to take this chance...this opportunity...and run with it...
And never look back.
~Fin~
AN - Really hope you all enjoyed. Please review~ ^.^