For those that wanted to know the details of Maura's hickey from 'Jane's Diary'... this chapter's for you!
19th July 2013
Jane is asleep, after rather a busy afternoon. It's going to be rather irritating to go back to work on Monday and not be able to engage in sexual intercourse whenever we feel like it, but I do miss my job. Jane has awakened a part of me that has been lying dormant most of my life though so seeing her at work may be somewhat trying at first, as I will have to suppress my urges a great deal.
Never mind though, I am Dr Maura Isles, the Chief Medical Examiner for the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, and I will not be held captive by my body's desires. I will channel those desires in an appropriate way and time, i.e. outside of work hours, and maintain professionalism at work.
You know, this was much easier to accomplish before I fully understood and appreciated just how delectable her body is. It was always nice to look at with clothes on, but now I've seen her without clothes on... I've tasted her desire for me... hmm. Yes, maintaining professionalism at work will certainly be a challenge from this point on.
Hmm. So I've been rereading Jane's diary, which, may I add, is now one of my most treasured possessions and I came to the realization that she never actually wrote about what happened the night she gave me my first hickey (until that point, I had always been very cautious with my partners to ensure my skin remained unblemished for work). As this is a memory I wish to preserve, I shall detail it now so that in the future I may come back and read it.
Well, as mentioned in Jane's diary, it was a rather trying case. The Organ Donor was what the newspapers called him, a colloquial phrase I found to be not entirely accurate, as he did not donate any of his own organs, but I digress. We had found a pit of bodies, with various organs expertly cut out of them, and I (plus every medical examiner I could get to help me... including Pike unfortunately) were very busy down in the morgue, finding and assigning identities to each corpse. That afternoon, Jane came down to the morgue and asked me if I would like to go out to The Dirty Robber that night with her, as well as Frost, Korsak and Frankie. I was a bit hesitant at first, knowing that we had only established identities for 12 victims and still had more to go but Jane was insistent, knowing that I had been on a rather extended shift to that point, the same as her. I agreed, and was rather looking forward to the evening's activities.
I must confess to you now diary, that I was well aware of my 'more-than-friends' feelings for Jane for a while prior to this evening, so my actions that evening perhaps exacerbated the whole issue. I cannot find it within myself to feel guilty for the fact that I chose not to externalise my feelings prior to this moment; perhaps if I had said something sooner, Jane would have panicked and I would not be lying next to her right now. In a lot of ways, I think the first move and the realization needed to come from her.
A huge part of me wishes the moment of realization came a LOT sooner, but Jane could not be blamed for her ignorance of the issue.
At 5pm that night I left work, under the many reassurances that the other medical examiners gave me, claiming that they would be fine and that I needed to rest and let my hair down. I explained to them that my hair is left down normally, save for the parts at the front that are on occasion gently pinned back so as to avoid them falling in my face, as studies prove that hair follicles are strongest when left in their natural state, i.e. not pulled back or styled severely each day. Got several stares of incomprehension after this, and concluded that men do not necessarily appreciate the importance of hair care.
Luckily, I keep clothes at work in case of emergency (sometimes various bodily fluids seep through the scrubs despite my best efforts, and it is simply unpleasant). So after leaving the morgue, I went to my office and...
Wow, really?
Jane! You're awake! ...What?
Yes, of course I'm awake, you goofball. REALLY?
What?!
You are discussing the night when I gave you the hickey, correct?
How did you know that? You didn't have time to read my whole diary entry... nor did I see you flip through the pages...
No, but I'm good at guessing. Plus I saw the word 'hickey' when you first started writing, so that gave me a hint.
Not fair, doesn't count if you were looking over my shoulder.
Ha. So, okay, you are talking about it... you've written nearly three whole pages so far... and in your story, you still haven't left the precinct.
I wish to be concise in my recollections.
Babe, there's concise, and then there's 'just get to the freakin' point already'.
Maura?
Maura, stop pushing the diary back at me!
Why are you hiding your face?
Are you upset? I'm sorry. :-(
Oh, that is so not fair. Don't pretend to cry, I hate it when you cry.
I know you do. I apologize, that was a dirty trick.
You're not really sorry, are you?
I would answer you, but I don't wish to show signs of urticaria.
I know that word, that's hives. You liar. Okay, I'll let you get on with the story. Just... speed it up a bit, okay? There are a lot of other things we could be doing.
Oh, I am intrigued. What other things could we be doing, Detective?
Wouldn't you like to know?
Yes, indeed I would.
Well, don't tell anyone... but I was thinking... perhaps... dinner? Maybe even... takeout food. *wink*
You are a tease, Jane Rizzoli.
Come on, seriously? I put out all afternoon, and you call me a tease? You are insatiable, woman.
Put out what?
... really? Look, never mind, I'll tell you later. Just start writing.
Only if you say please.
Hmm, well that was a rather novel way to say 'please', but I can't say I mind at all.
Now, where was I? Right. Well, in the spirit of other things we could be doing, I find it advisable to speed my story up a bit. Hmm. Well, as I was saying, I got changed into one of my spare outfits (Jane, stop huffing impatiently, this part IS essential to the story. I can feel you peeking over my shoulder, plus you just replied to something I wrote, that's how I knew you were reading it!), which was a red dress I had not worn very often because of its rather low neckline. Usually when wearing it, I teamed it with a plain black singlet so as to avoid showing too much in the way of cleavage. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), I had neglected to replace the singlet in my office when it became the rather inopportune victim of an iced tea spillage. After much deliberation, I decided to wear the dress anyway, telling myself that we were going out, and therefore it wasn't necessary to be seen as professional. I must confess that I rather hoped that, if I couldn't get a reaction out of Jane (which was my hope), that I would get one out of someone and find a way to release my sexual tension.
I KNEW you wore that to drive me nuts.
Will you please stop hovering and let me finish my story?
...Fine. You want some coffee?
Yes please. NOT INSTANT.
As I was saying... I walked into The Dirty Robber, and both Korsak and Frost were there already. They were very polite and maintained eye contact, but I could tell that they were taken aback by my appearance. I began to feel a bit uncomfortable at my choice of clothing and so I ordered a beer (Jane's favourite one). A few minutes later, Jane showed up alongside Frankie. I could tell she'd already had a couple of drinks prior to arrival, as she had her arm slung around Frankie's shoulder and was leaning on him, and she is not an overly demonstrative person usually (though I must admit that recent events may have changed my opinion on this subject). I was sitting with my back to the door, and therefore was only enlightened to the fact of her arrival because of the sound of her laughter. Frost and Korsak grinned in the direction of the door and I whirled around to see Jane come in with Frankie. This was our conversation:
F: Frankie
B: Barry
K: Korsak
M: Me (Maura)
J: Jane
F: Woo, looking nice, Doc
J: *whacks him on the arm, hard. Frankie winces* Don't you speak to her like that, she's... *Jane pauses, eyes on my breasts, jaw hanging slackly* *Frankie coughed uncomfortably, which seemed to bring Jane out of her daze* She's a medical doctor.
F: Of course, sis, my mistake. *rolls eyes*
B: Um, so Jane, you wanna sit next to me, or...
J: Next to Maura. *slides in next to me and whispers in my ear* Hi.
M: Hi Jane. *extended eye contact between me and Jane*
K: *cough* Righto, a round of drinks this way please!
Several hours later, Jane had had probably six drinks more and was leaning rather heavily against my side. I had only had two drinks, sipping them slowly and interspersing them with lots of water, knowing that I would most likely be responsible for driving Jane home later that night. Frankie began to look concerned, and asking her if she should just call it a night and head home, but Jane refuted the idea immediately, claiming she knew how to handle her alcohol, then pulling her diary out from under her coat and scribbling in it, scowling furiously the whole time. I was laughing in amusement and fondness when suddenly she looked up at me, jaw dropping, and her eyes slowly trailing down my body. I squirmed in my seat under her heated gaze, then watched in bemusement as she dropped her head again, tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth as she began writing once more in her diary. I leaned forward to try to see what she was writing, but Jane breathed in deeply and suddenly through her nose, shocking me with the realization that she was smelling me. Suddenly extremely grateful that I had changed my clothes after work, I looked at her as she lifted her gaze to mine, and I remember finding myself scientifically cataloguing the signs of arousal in her expression. "I have to go to the bathroom," she announced suddenly, so I began sliding out so she could slip out of the booth we had squeezed into. "Oh, you're coming with me," she muttered, and I agreed.
I am not usually such a slave to my body's desires, dear diary, but I could not deny the arousal that curled deep within me at the look Jane gave me, and so I was helpless but to follow her. Thankfully the bathroom was deserted as Jane pushed me inside... at least, I think it was deserted. I was rather distracted at the time. Jane shoved me up against the wall...
I can't believe you're STILL writing.
Jane, didn't your mother ever teach you not to snatch? I'm just getting up to the crux of the story now, so please do not interrupt me!
Oh, she taught me. I just didn't pay attention.
I suspected as much. May I continue?
Be my guest.
Thank you. As I was saying, she pushed me up against the wall, and began running her hands up and down my body.
M: *small gasp* Jane?
J: Hmm? *nuzzles into neck*
M: What are you doing? *moves head to the side for easier access*
J: Hmm... you're sexy...
M: Jane... oh... you're drunk.
J: Maybe... *has arms wrapped around my waist and is gently thrusting up against me*
M: I... I don't...
J: Shut up, Maura. *starts kissing, sucking and biting my neck*
M: *gasps* *moans* Oh God, Jane... *several minutes pass* Jane... please... Jane, you need to... Jane, stop.
J: Hmmm, don't wanna...
M: Please, Jane... if you still want this in the morning... *gasps as neck is getting alternatively bitten and sucked on again* *gently pushes Jane away* ...we can continue it then. But not here. Not now. Okay?
J: *appears to be thinking deeply* *is swaying slightly* Okay. I gotta pee. *makes way into toilet stall, hitting every wall along the way*
I all but ran out of the bathroom after that and headed to the table. I flipped my hair over to hopefully cover the mark that was already very apparent on my neck, but considering I was heading back to a table containing one sergeant, one detective, and one soon-to-be detective, all of whom's jobs require a certain eye for small details, I knew there was no chance for me to hide the night's happenings. Korsak saw me, smiled briefly then suddenly froze, twisting his head slightly, his gaze focused on my neck. Frost and Frankie followed his gaze and their jaws dropped.
B: Maura...! Did Jane...?
M: *interrupts* Um. I'm going to go home now. Frankie, do you mind taking Jane home for me please?
F: Um. Sure. Is everything okay?
M: I... I don't know. I hope so. I will find out tomorrow morning, I suspect.
F: Riiight. Um. Well, have a good night, Maura.
M: Thank you. Goodnight Vince, Barry.
K&B (in unison): Night doc.
M: *quickly scurries out of The Dirty Robber and drives home*
Well, the rest of it has been outlined rather well in Jane's diary, but the rest of the story is pretty basic. I didn't hear from Jane the next morning, and assumed that she had made a mistake in seducing me the previous night. When she did finally call me, she claimed to not remember any of the events that had happened, and I was very upset and hurt. We ended up arguing, but a week later Jane came to my house with the diary and a note at the back claiming her love for me. I was very nervous to pursue a relationship, but she convinced me to make a go of it, and so here we are.
Oh my God, you're finally finished?
Yes, Detective Smartypants, I am finished.
Is your hand about to fall off?
Why would my hand fall off, Jane? Are you aware of the amount of pressure it takes to sever a hand? It would take the strength of several people at least, unless of course there was a weapon or mechanical aid of some sort...
No, I just meant... REALLY? No, I just meant because you wrote like 5 billion pages.
It was not 5 billion Jane; that is quite simply a wild over exaggeration.
Fine, whatever, close enough. Are you ever planning on feeding your poor, exhausted girlfriend?
Only if you stop poking fun.
Where would the fun be in life if I did that?
...I love you.
I love you too. Now... food?
Well, you know where the drawer of take out menus is.
Food?
My hands are sore.
Food?
FINE.
Yay, food!
Maybe I'll even answer the door dressed like this...
I'm up, I'm up!
END CHAPTER TWO
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