Man, I just love writing...
So this chapter is of a small-medium length.
I thought I should add some... drama I suppose.
Thanks for reading!
"Jane, there is this new place I want to try, but it is a bit far, do you want to go still?" Maura asked, after getting into the car with Jane.
"If you want to try it, then I will try it with you. Do I get to use my sirens?" Jane smiled and asked. Maura slapped Jane's shoulder. Jane began to drive off.
"No, please do not break any laws. If we don't take more than 20 minutes to eat we should be okay." Maura answered.
Jane looked at Maura. "Really? You already calculated it in your head? And you need to dirrect me where to go." Jane was not really surprised.
"Jane it is a simple math problem. I don't see how you can do it. You are quite smart yourself." Maura said.
"Maur, it's not that I can't do it, it is that I don't bother. It is just one of those things that makes you extraordinary." Jane stated
Maura had heard the words before, from other people, but it never seemed to mean something until she heard it from Jane. "Thanks.. left here, then keep going straight."
"Okay. So how was your day today? You know how mine was... I ended up playing 2 truths and a lie with colleagues." Jane asked, hoping Maura's day was at least better than hers. She just hated wasting time while on the job.
"Well, it was alright. Relativity less stimulating that others, but I logged some stuff, did paperwork, and read. " Maura listed.
"Oo, were you reading a dictionary in Greek?" Jane asked jokingly, getting a look from Maura. The same one when she asked 'she got a boob job on her wrist'
"Jane! I have already read that!" Maura said in defense.
"Wait.. Maur that was a joke. Did you actually read the Greek dictionary?" Jane was amazed once again.
"Yes. And I'll have you know, I was reading The History and Social Influence of the Potato." Maura said proudly.
Jane knew she heard her girlfriend right and tried with all her might to not to laugh, but it came bursting out. After five minutes of consistent laughing, she saw Maura look a little hurt. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help but laugh, but The History and Social Influence of the Potato? That is just... it's so funny. God I love you... Potato?" and she laughed again.
"Jane, I really don't see why you find it so hysterical, it is a legitimate book written by someone with a doctorate. And I love you too. Okay take the next right and then park wherever you can." Maura said, still confused why her book seemed so funny to other people. Jane found parking immediately and Maura showed her where to go. It was some organic restaurant that served everything Maura loved.
"You made me take you all this way... for this? Alright, it better be good." Jane said, trusting Maura. She looked over the menu and ordered some veg-meat burger and Maura got some salad. They picked up their food, paid and decided to sit and eat there.
"Jane, it will be good, I have heard only good things about it." Maura said, observing Jane pick at her food.
"Fine, it it is only because I love you." Jane said taking a bite. It was good, for not being meat. "Ok, fine so I would come back here..." Jane caved.
Maura smiled with satisfaction. "See, I got my girlfriend to eat organic, veg-meat." Maura was actually surprised that she saw genuine pleasure in Jane's eating.
Jane finished chewing and said, "Fine, Maura 1, Jane 0. I'll get you sometime, babe, you better watch out. I will reach 100 before you know it." Jane played with Maura.
"I did not intend it to be a game, honey I just sometimes am concerned with your health." Maura said.
Jane smiled and took another bite when a young man, maybe 25 from the table over tapped Maura on the shoulder and said in an assertive tone, "Hey, can you and your dyke-y lesbian friend keep your lifestyle to yourself. I am just protecting my country. Thanks."
Jane did not let him finish by the time she was already standing and she said in her cop interrogation voice, "If you have something to say to me, you can say it to my face! And don't you dare start talking about protecting your country. You don't know a thing about that."
The man rose and yelled, "I just spent the past two years of my life in Iraq, everyday fighting for my life. It got so bad, I had to leave, I came back here and now I train other people thinking of enlisting. MY LIFE is dedicated to protecting my country, while you- dyke's are sitting around destroying what I work to keep safe!"
Jane was pissed off. Maura hated that Jane had to fend off homophobic people occasionally, but this one was different. The guy made it personal. "Jane, please don't shoot him. Give me your gun.." Maura said half jokingly. Jane played along and pulled her gut from under the jacket she was still wearing.
"OH, so you can carry a gun around. Well when I was enlisted, I had people shooting at ME as well. Do you want to know how it feels to be putting your life on the line to protect people like you who don't even bother to made this country better?" The man said with hatred in his voice.
"I get it, I-" Jane was about to go full on when he cut her off.
"YOU DO NOT!" He yelled at her. People began to stare, some even recognized Jane from the news and such.
"YOU LISTEN TO ME! I KNOW A HELL OF A LOT MORE THAN YOU DO. You see, I was held hostage by a rogue cop, and the only way to save others in danger was to shoot him though my body, so I did. I also had a serial killer drive scalpels through my hands and into the ground because I went in to save others from having to. I have stood between an armed man and a snipers bullet in hopes that no one would fire. My girlfriend there, we were both held by the same serial killer, and bound by the wrists, you see this scar, he scalpel-ed me again, soon before I fought him, and killed him. I have not been a cop for over 6 years for nothing. THAT is why I know a bit more than you about protecting our country. I apologize NOT for loving my girlfriend, but I am sorry that you wasted your breath on us." Jane said as calmly as possible.
The man was at a loss of what to say, so he said, "I am going to call your Sergeant, I know he will want to here this." Jane laughed at the thought of Korsak hearing this story. Jane's phone buzzed, and so did Maura's. "Look, Sir, I would love to stick around and be lectured about how my unconditional love is not valid, but I have a murder to go solve, so I have got to go. I'm Detective Jane Rizzoli, it was interesting to meet you, uhh." Jane realized she didn't know his name.
"Edwards. Samuel." The man said.
Maura looked at Jane, as much as she hated the homophobia, she just couldn't resist Jane when she got all defensive. As they left, Maura put both her thumbs on Jane's stomach, and leaned her head up, passionately kissing Jane, then descending, hearing Jane moan. "Not.. here..." Jane said, guiding them to the car. Maura backed off then go it with Jane. In the car, she pulled Jane in by the neck, and placed kisses from Jane's lips down to her neck, where her lips lingered, her mourh sucking and biting. "Really?" Jane said when she realized she was not only on the job, but had a hickey visibly on her neck.
"You are just so... sexy, Jane." Maura flirt-pouted.
"Maura! Even if I wear a scarf, I have to wear it at a weird ass angle on my neck. That is not fair." Jane gently panicked. She then pulled Maura in, with her lips on Maura's neck.
"JANE, NO." Maura giggled as Jane similarly bit and sucked at her neck. "Jane, we are going to a crime scene!"
"Oh.. shit you are right.." Jane realized. "Your fault, NOT mine." Maura laughed, understanding the humorous tone.
"I was simply...showing everyone that you are mine.." Maura worded as she spoke.
"Okay, Miss I read The History and Social Influence of the Potato." Jane laughed at the book title once more.
"Why does everyone think it is so funny? I really don't get it!" Maura said in genuine frustration.
Thank you for reading this far.
I have a few questions..
1. Is this just too Plot-less?
2. Do you mind if it is just like this?
3. Do I need to work on verb tenses?
4. Any other flaws that I can fix?
Thanks, Hannah