So if anyone is at all interested, I would just like to say that the outcome from bootcamp yesterday is OWWWW. That is all. :-P
Saturday 10th August 2013
Huh. This wedding book is actually kinda interesting. Ma's OCD labels all over it kinda spoil it a bit, but the content is… nice.
Crap, Maura just walked in. She's looking at me weirdly so I don't think I hid the book quickly enough.
Jane, have you seen the wedding book?
Umm… why are you asking me in here rather than out loud?
You were ignoring me when I was speaking out loud.
Didn't hear you.
Your left eyebrow moved; you're lying. Where is it?
Don't know.
Jane.
Aha. See, you can't lie to me. I know you too well.
Accusing me of lying, Diary, gee I don't know.
You were lying.
I was not lying!
… Stop looking at me like that.
Stop it.
Maura!
I gave her the stupid book.
:-) Thank you, Jane.
Shut up.
10th August 2013
Okay, so that was actually a lot of fun. Maura and I just spent a couple of hours going through the book and deciding on different things we want at our wedding. And next weekend Maura is taking Frost and I'm taking Frankie so we can go try on various outfits for the wedding.
Dresses, Jane, the word is 'dresses', not 'outfits'.
Hey, I promised I would try on one dress, you never said anything about more than that. Anything else will be an outfit so there.
No, that's blackmail. Maura, stop it.
Stop i…
Mau…
FINE. TWO DRESSES. Now excuse us Diary, but what is about to happen is not for your pages.
Monday 12th August 2013
HARPELL IS A DEAD MAN.
Jane.
NO MAURA. HE IS DEAD. HE IS GOING TO SUFFER.
Jane, really…
HE TRIED TO KISS YOU.
Okay, yes, he did, but…
But what? What POSSIBLE reason could he have for trying to kiss you? Were you unconscious? Was he concerned that you were perhaps not breathing? Hmmm, let me think…
Well, I was standing upright at the time and displaying no signs of respiratory distress, so…
Exactly. SO, he's a dead man. I TOLD him you were mine too!
Well, that's a guilty expression if ever I've seen one. What aren't you telling me?
It's not important.
Maura.
I don't wish to participate in Asian Whispers.
… Chinese Whispers I think you mean, and also? Tell me.
Maura!
Fine. Frost confided in me that Harpell told him what you had said to him about us being in a relationship. According to Frost, Harpell saw this as a challenge, rather than a request to back off.
What EXACTLY did he say?
I highly doubt that that is important, Jane…
Maura.
According to Frost, Harpell is of the belief that all homosexual women need to convince them to convert to heterosexuality is a man who knows what he's doing in the bedroom. He used rather more graphic language than that however.
… Yup, dead man.
Tuesday 13th August 2013
I submitted my sexual harassment forms today and Lieutenant Cavanaugh promised he would be having very strict words with Detective Harpell, but apparently that wasn't enough for Detective Rizzoli. She stalked up to him in the middle of a crime scene, slammed him up against a wall forcibly and told him in no uncertain terms what she would do to his favorite areas if he so much as breathed in my direction again.
Uh oh, 'Detective Rizzoli'? Am I in trouble?
What happened with Cavanaugh?
I got told to control my temper but I'm not in trouble. With him at least. What about with you…?
I'm not impressed. You are extremely fortunate that there were no camera crews around to witness your extremely unprofessional display of territorialism. You may as well just have urinated down my leg to stake your claim.
Wait, so what are you mad at me about? Me being unprofessional, or me telling the world that you're mine and I'm yours?
We agreed to keep our relationship quiet.
Yes, well that went to hell the second you started planning the wedding at work and when Ma got told about the wedding. You know she can't keep her mouth shut. Besides, I'm happy for the world to know that I'm in love with you. In fact, I am proud for the world to know.
Maura?
Are you still angry with me?
Not exactly.
So what's going on?
You were jealous.
I… well, yes. Yes, I was jealous. Not because I don't trust you (because I do) but because I don't trust HIM.
Jane…
What?
You are really sweet.
Vomit. Wait, you're not mad at me anymore?
No. But I will ask you to remain professional at work.
I will. As long as Harpell and other sleazebags keep their hands off you, I will be as professional as you wish.
It's all I ask.
Wednesday 14th August 2013
SERIOUSLY. What is it with my MOTHER and having INAPPROPRIATE conversations at work? AROUND OTHER PEOPLE?! I swear that woman has no filter AT ALL!
Are you planning on writing it down or…?
Oh I'm going to write it down believe me. Okay, so after the entirely unbelievable conversation about my WEDDING LINGERIE the other day, I thought MAYBE she got the hint. But oh no. Of course not. Not MY mother. She doesn't DO hints. If you hit her with a semi trailer, then MAYBE you might get a response, but I still wouldn't say your chances are good. Nope, this time she wanted to talk to me about our SEX POSITIONS.
Jane, be fair. It wasn't exactly that. And she was attempting to be discreet.
Oh no? Well it was damn close enough to make me have nightmares for the rest of my life. And her attempts at discreet are ludicrous at best.
She was simply curious as to what sexual aids homosexual women find pleasing in the bedroom.
Yeah, and she had to ask me why? She has access to Google.
Oh God, no, I take that back. Don't let her anywhere near Google. That's just horrifying.
She's curious, Jane. It's quite natural.
Well, let her be curious on her own time. In private. Preferably at a time when I'm on another continent.
Hmm, well anyway, I'm fairly certain she has decided on our wedding gift now.
Oh God, please tell me she hasn't gotten us a 'sexual aid' of any sort, PLEASE.
No, I believe it is more along the clothing line.
LINGERIE? Oh no, oh no…
No… I believe the clothing is somewhat smaller in size.
What's smaller than linger… oh my G… BABY CLOTHES?
Yes.
OH MY GOD.
Thursday 15th August 2013
Bored bored bored bored bored. 1234567890. abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz. ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ. Dum dum de dum, dum dum de dum, dum dum de dum dum de dum dum de dum…
Jane Clementine Rizzoli, aren't you supposed to be completing paperwork and familiarizing yourself with cold cases?
Don't middle name me Maura Dorthea Isles. I am! Or I was… I'm having a break.
Uh huh.
How are you able to pull off sarcasm when writing? Six months ago you barely knew what sarcasm WAS.
Get back to work, Jane.
Well go away then, and stop writing to me in our diary. Korsak and Frost are getting jealous.
Oh they are not. I'm going back downstairs to do some work now; I suggest you do some work also.
How are you able to make it seem like that was your idea…? Fine. Whatever. Love you.
Love you too.
Friday 16th August 2013
Apologies if my hand is a little bit shaky in making this entry tonight, Diary, but it's been rather a long day. Jane is currently making her statement to the police while I sit outside and wait for her, and I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you what happened, especially as I've already made my statement.
William Harpell attacked me.
I'm crying again. I don't think I can write about this. I'm sorry, Diary.
16th August 2013
Maura's finally asleep, but she's asked me to write this all down before I go to sleep so here goes.
Harpell attacked Maura.
God, I can understand why Maura was having so many problems when she tried writing about it. Just that one sentence has my hand shaking. Okay, here's the story:
I was working late. We had a body of a young teenager show up mid afternoon, and another child go missing shortly thereafter, very reminiscent of the case involving Dan Mateo's daughter Mandy. Maura had done everything she could and looked exhausted, so I told her to go home while I continued to work the case. Harpell left shortly afterwards as well, but that didn't really even register with me at the time. He wasn't actually working the case with us, just staying back to help out. Anyway, from what I can tell, Harpell followed Maura down to the parking lot and cornered her before she could get in her car. He pressed his body along hers and she told me that she could feel his arousal. In the end, feeling that was what spurred her into action and she reached into her handbag, pulling out her can of pepper spray. She got it and aimed it into his face but he whacked it out of her hand before she could get more than half a second worth of spray out, and he pressed her up against the wall again, one hand holding her wrists while the other fumbled with his belt buckle.
Unfortunately for him, on the way down to the car Maura realized that she was still wearing her 'autopsy shoes' and that she had left her favorite pair of heels in the morgue. She had her phone out to ring me and had just pressed the call button when he attacked her. The phone was thrown to the ground, smashed instantly but somehow still connected, so when my phone rung and all I could hear was him grunting and Maura's terrified squeaks, I freaked out. I didn't even worry about the elevators, just took the stairs three at a time while Frost and Korsak bounded after me. When I got down there, Harpell was just loosening his dick and was about to lift Maura's skirt. It was quite honestly the most terrifying moment in my life. I threw him up against the wall, then Frost cuffed him while Korsak read him his rights and I comforted Maura. I might also add that when I threw him up against the wall, I may have accidentally squeezed and twisted his dick as hard as I could. Accidentally, of course.
Saturday 17th August 2013
I just remembered today is the day we're supposed to go shopping. Thinking maybe we should call it off.
Why? It will make me feel better!
I don't want to be away from you.
Jane, I'm fine. You saved me before anything could happen. Harpell is in custody, and I'll be with Frost all day.
And Korsak.
?
I told him he's to go with you as well, if you did decide to shop.
Okay! More people to gauge reactions from on my choice of dress!
Oh God, it's going to be a long day for Frost and Korsak, isn't it? Sorry boys…
Jane? Why are you apologizing? Firstly, they can't read this, and secondly, it's going to be a bang!
A 'blast', Maura, it's going to be a blast. Don't worry. Just have fun.
Don't forget, you promised to try on two dresses today! I'll ask Frankie!
Oh God, you can't remember common phrases but you remember that? FINE.
Love you Jane.
Whatever. Vomit. (Love you too).
END CHAPTER SEVEN
Yeah, so I don't like William Harpell. I created him, but he's a bastard. Anyway, please let me know what you think. :-) Two chapters left :-)