Hi again! So this is the second chapter of my story. It might look like it is not even related to Chapter 1. Well, I have decided to take this story in a different direction - if not completely: There is still going to be M rated stuff eventually, no worries there girls :) However it might take a while. Let me tell you this: I might have a brain that imagines, creates and over-analyses stuff but without a decent writing ability it all falls apart sometimes. Until I get ready for more conversational and action based writing, I am following a more introspective path and being more exploratory delving into our lovely characters' minds.
So... yes this story will eventually have its more physical Rizzles moments at some point. At the moment, I am exploring the emotional build up and realisations that took place before the little accident I mentioned in Chapter 1 (and no that accident is not related with Jane's driving lol). In this chapter, I attempted to show the grumpy side of both characters (because they can't always be all lovey-dovey, right?) and how they might get annoyed by each others' words sometimes. There is no Rizzles hate here, just an exposure of their humanness :)
All mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I do not own TNT's Rizzoli & Isles. If I owned them, there would be more (eye-)sex and plenty of pushing-each-other-against-the-BPD's-walls moments.
"Jane! Once, just once, please try changing your clothes at home! … not while you are driving!" said Maura with a rather annoyed tone detectable in her voice. "You are putting our lives in danger. A study in the current volume of American Journal of Medicine shows that 79% of traffic accide..."
"Mauraaa! Really? Are you seriously doing this right now? Really? Please stop. It is not like I had all the time in the world to get dressed at home. I rather hear more about your peer reviewed statistics later... Much later!" Jane protested with an equally irritated and a huskier-than-usual voice. This homicide case was getting on their nerves. Both knew that neither was to blame for anything that was going wrong that day, after only 3 hours of sleep at Maura's apartment and no time for coffee in the morning. Considering Jane didn't even have time to dress, mainly because she had spent extra 10 minutes on Maura's couch while Maura was already up and getting ready, coffee was only the second priority on her list.
"Maur, can you please pass me my belt from the back seat? I can't reach it from here." With her belt and badge Jane would be all complete in a minute. They were only 4 minutes away from the Boston Police Department, in other words 4 minutes and 15 seconds away from the much needed coffee. Ahh Jane was dying to push the buttons of that big coffee thermos, imagining herself getting an almost orgasmic pleasure from the fresh smell of coffee. With that thought, a little smirk quickly appeared on her face.
Maura was not happy about being interrupted in the middle of her sentence, just when she was about to prove a point. Even though she did not need caffeine to function as a decent human being, Jane annoyed her even more by having that meaningless smirk on her face. "No, Jane. You can put it on once we get there. Don't you dare try to reach it whilst driving!"
Jane did nothing but rolled her eyes in a familiar manner and continued driving… only after having let off a deliberately noisy sigh to show how she was not all cheery about Maura having the final say. In fact, this was exactly how it usually worked between them: Behind all the determinate and bossy qualities of Jane, there were only a few moments she would lose the lead and the control of a conversation and give up in silence, unless, of course, an amazingly parabolic eye roll counted as a counter-argument.
It could be no coincidence that these moments started happening more and more often after she had become good friends with Maura. She was somehow bringing this obedient side of Jane to sight before their eyes. Most times, Jane would not even realise that she had been the 'defeated' party of a heated debate between the two, until only after the discussion when they were about to enact what Maura had proposed. How on earth does she do that? In all fairness, Jane knew deep down that Maura always had good reasons to justify the decisions she had taken on behalf of both of them. She could have got used to this feeling. For once in her life, Jane was enjoying a break from over-thinking and strictly abiding by her oh so unchallengeable principles.