A.N: Hey guys, I know it's been a long time coming but you know how college is, teachers like to dump all the big assignments on us at the same damn time. Well, hope you enjoy reading and thank you for all your great comment on chapter 1, you guys are awesome :)
Jane sighed heavily, letting her shoulders fall in defeat as she stood in front of the very mirror that has been mocking her ever since she has been trying to find the perfect outfit for her date tonight. She hadn't planned on going anywhere that had a formal dress code, but she wanted to impress Maura. She wanted to show the fashion expert that she could put together a great outfit without any help from her mother.
Jane made a face at her reflection, sticking out her tongue. For reasons unknown to mankind, nothing she tried on even came close to being adequate for her first date with Maura. Sure, both women had known each other for two years now, and learned about each other in the process, yet the detective was still nervous. This isn't the same, it's a date. There are date-like expectations that Maura will most likely be looking for. Hell, I might bore her to death.
Jane knew, at least from her personal experience, that she had never came close to causing death by boredom to anyone, especially Maura. Sometimes, nervousness wins over, and it was definitely close to landing a K.O punch on the brunette. Get yourself together Rizzoli. Taking off the latest shirt she tried on, Jane walked to the bathroom, hovered over the sink as she splashed water on her face. It's just a date, nothing more. No matter how many times she repeated this in her head, the brunette couldn't let herself believe it. It wasn't just a date. It's Maura, and I love her.
The detective made her way back into her room after drying off her face, staring into her closet, which was a complete mess, with a defeated expression. She rubbed one hand on her face and closed her eyes for a second. This sucks, I should call Ma. Even though Jane seriously did not want to resort to that, she felt like there were no other options left. When she re-opened her eyes, the brown orbs caught a glimpse of something that might possibly restore her faith in the Date God; a dark blue button up shirt that her mother had bought her a few months ago. Why did I never wear this? Maybe because you were waiting to wear it on a date with Maura. Oh, you're such a charmer. And there I go again, talking to myself.
Jane picked up the article of clothing and slipped it on, all at the same time, her eyes caught a glimpse of the small package of fudge clusters on her bed. She smiled to herself, remembering how she asked Maura out two days ago.
Both women were standing on either side of the autopsy table, examining a body they had discovered a few hours prior. Jane had her arms crossed over her chest, as she watched Maura dig into the body's open torso. "So, cause of death Maur?" She asked impatiently, even more so than usual. Though, something else was causing the woman to be this impatient. She had finally gathered up enough confidence to ask her friend out on a date after waiting for three days. Jane would have asked Maura out right after their little drunken sexcapade, but she didn't want to seem desperate and make the other woman run for the hills.
"I'm not quite sure yet." Maura replied, craning her head to get a better view of the crimson colored insides. "There's no external wound, I'll have to dig deeper, so to speak, to locate exactly what killed him." She explained. Frowning, she looked up at Jane who seemed to be deep in thought. She was biting the corner of her lip and kept switching her weight from her right leg to her left leg. "You're fidgeting." Maura remarked. "Is something causing you stress?" She asked, redressing herself so she was standing straight, lifting both of her blood coated hands up at chest height.
Jane stopped all her movements immediately, her eyes locking with Maura's concerned gaze. "I..." Seemingly lost all of her articulate skills, she groaned loudly as she let her head fall back and closed her eyes. "Why is this so hard?" She asked no one in particular, voicing her thoughts as she straitened her head and placed her hands on the occupied autopsy table, palms resting on the cold metal.
A perplexed expression graced Maura's features, creasing her otherwise smooth forehead. "What's hard Jane?" She asked in a soft tone.
Jane couldn't help but smile at her friend's concern. And she thought a bullet wouldn't be the death of her, wrong. Maura's cuteness will. Even covered in blood she still managed to make Jane's heart do a series of back flips. "Never mind." She straightened up, locking eyes with Maura again. "Are you free Friday?" Jane asked. "This Friday, I mean." She specified, not that she needed too; frowning at herself when she realized it wasn't needed. She crossed her arms over her chest again, feeling suddenly nervous, which was probably the cause of her nervous babbling.
Maura chuckled slightly and smiled at the brunette. "Are you asking me out on a date over a dead body?" She teased, mimicking Jane's voice.
"When else am I going to do it?" Jane said while making a face and attempting to mirror her friend's voice, as smirk playing on her lips.
Both women burst out laughing at the memory; Maura was the first one to recover from the fit of laughter, pretending to be offended by Jane's impression of her voice. However, the detective couldn't stop thinking of that suit Maura wore that day during the baseball game between the homicide and drugs department. It looked silly, but she had to admit the doctor's buttock looked spectacular in it.
Here you have the two very alive women, and between them is death; tragic death that surrounds them every day. Yet, they don't let this sombre fact keep them from giving each other every ounce of their love and living life the way they should; without any regret.
"It'll be my pleasure Jane. I've been waiting for you to ask me." Maura confessed, her voice softer than usual, trying to hide the blush that crept up her face by digging back into the body's carcass. "Mmm." She pulled out the heart. "Cardiomegaly. We might have a winner." Maura commented as she smiled at Jane, lifting both of her eyebrows briefly at her discovery.
Jane stared at the doctor. "No idea what that is." She replied truthfully and they both smile at each other briefly, before going back to work.
For the first time in the hour long period Jane had been trying on clothes, the mirror actually decided to agree with her. The pair of black jeans with a straight leg cut hugged her slender and long, yet strong legs perfectly. The bottom of the jeans fell onto the low top sneakers in a fashion that wasn't too young for her age, but not too old either. The blue button up shirt, which was outside of her pants, accentuated the dark color of her jeans as well as her messy hair. The only accessory Jane willed herself to wear was her silver wrist watch; anything else would have been unnecessarily annoying to the brunette. Rolling up her sleeves, she took one last look at her before setting a pair of Ray-Bans on her head, grabbing her car keys and walking out of her apartment.
Her nerves jumped like a pack of butterflies on crack had invaded her stomach, and it only got worse when she arrived to Maura's house. Jane had planned on taking the doctor to Boston's historic Italian district, North End. This neighbourhood housed some of her favourite things, such as pizza and cannoli's, which she had every intention of sharing with her date. That is, if she can get there without having a cardiac arrest first.
Jane parked her Ford in front of Maura's house, mentally coaching herself as she made her way through the court yard and up to the front door. You can do this, just...be you. She sighed, juggling the pack of fudge clusters from one hand to the other as she waited for her friend to open the door. As it opened, she quickly hid the chocolates behind her back and put on a smile.
"Hello Jane." Maura greeted, her eyes roaming over the taller woman's body appreciatively. "You look great in blue." She pointed out with a smile, stepping aside as to let Jane come inside.
Jane briefly looked down at herself, her head snapping up as the compliment registered in her brain. "Yeah...thanks! You look-" She said slightly too enthusiastically and paused as she stepped in the house. Jane took a good look at her friend, as she closed the door behind them, taking in the glow Maura seemed to give off. Or maybe that was just the insanely high price tag Jane imagined came with the outfit. "You look, amazing, Maura." The brunette finally verbalized.
The doctor smiled brightly, smoothing her hand down the black dress and placing her hands on her hips, down past the thin belt accentuating her waist. "Thank you. It's Christian Dior. Made in France of imported fabric, 95 % silk, 5 % elastane with a silk lining." Maura explained, all at the same time as making a show out of it, making a full 360 degree turn. There was no doubt she could compete with any model from Vogue as she made a runway pose at the end of turn, raising her eyebrows as to emphasize the show.
The detective stood with both of her hands behind her back, still camouflaging the treat she had brought Maura. Jane had enjoyed the little show, but it's safe to say she appreciated the woman's curve more than the piece of garment the other woman had on. Maura wasn't wearing the dress, the dress was wearing her. "Isn't that a perfume brand?" Jane asked with a frown.
Maura nodded, taking a step closer towards Jane. "Yes. They also make shoes, purses, clothes..." She explained with slow and gestures of her hands, which were both garnished with diamonds.
Jane chuckled. "Okay, I get it. Christian is a diversified woman." She tilted her head, mimicking her friend's movements as she too, took a step closer.
"It's a man Jane." Maura corrected with a small smile, becoming increasingly distracted by Jane's perfume. Barely there, yet sweet; intoxicating. Her hands were itching to simply touch the other woman.
Jane's smile disappeared and she raised an eyebrow, looking behind Maura's shoulder briefly. "Right, I knew that." She said, hardly having time to get the words out before Maura's arms wrapped themselves around her shoulders and a pair of soft lips pressed against her own. They both smiled into the kiss. Jane's had a hard time focusing her eyes as she pulled back and slowly opened them to star at the beautiful woman in front of her. "Damn woman, kissing before the first date?" She teased, her voice already deeper than usual.
Maura cocked her head sideways, one hand settled on Jane's shoulder, the other on her face, tracing her jaw line. "Well, Jane we..." She trailed off, the emotions swirling in Jane's eyes telling her that the brunette knew what Maura wanted to say, almost as if she was reading her mind. Mind reading has proven to actually exist, but it should really be called body reading.
"I know." Jane replied. They're best friends and they know each other better than anyone else. Hell, they even slept together. Drunk, but it still counts, right? Every normal rule of dating would probably be abolished between the two women. Jane isn't disappointed though, it's not like they needed to get to know each other, they already did. "Oh, I got you, erm...chocolate." Jane snapped out of her thoughts, lifting the pack of fudge clusters up and dangling it between her fingers.
Maura took hold of the chocolates with one hand, the other one pressed against her upper chest as a warm smile appeared on her face. "How sweet of you." She gave Jane another quick kiss before turning to retrieve her purse from its sitting position on the kitchen island. She dropped the pack of fudge in it. A little snack won't hurt. "So, where are you taking me?" Maura asked, holding her thousand dollar purse in front of her with both of her hands.
"North End." Jane replied, walking towards the door "Are you ready for greasy pizza and fattening cannoli's?" She asked, trying to make the words sound sophisticated as she opened the door and offered her arm to Maura gallantly.
"More than I'll ever be. My digestive metabolism is still quite high, although in a few more years it's likely to decline faster. That's why it's helpful to maintain a healthy diet and work out two to three times a week." Maura explained as she made her way towards Jane, accepting her offer and slipping her arm around the brunettes'.
Jane rolled her eyes. "Alright Dr. Oz, let's go before our metabolism gets any slower." She said, promptly tugging Maura out of the house.
"We're not taking...that car are we?" Maura asked as Jane's car came into view.
"Why? Don't you like my luxury wheels?" Jane asked sarcastically.
Maura opened her mouth to speak, closing it right away as she tried to find the best words as to not offend Jane. "It's...detective...ish." You're a pathologist and that's the best you can come up with? "We can take mine." She offered with a smile.
Jane stopped and looked at her with wide eyes. "The Mercedes?" She asked doubtfully. "Hell ya! The SLK is a bomb. V-6 engine with 300 horse power." The detective exclaimed enthusiastically. I've been hanging with Frost way too much. Jane thought as both women made their way to Maura's garage.
"I didn't know you were a car enthusiast, Jane." Maura said, as she opened the door separating them with a fine piece of machinery with a remote she fetched in her purse.
"It's not 'cause I don't know how the mechanics work that I don't know how to appreciate 'em." Jane explained, as she casually slipped her hands into her jeans pockets. Her eyes involuntary, or very voluntary, fell on her friend's backside while she followed Maura into the garage. Her head snapped up as Maura's voice broke the trance she seemed to have fallen in.
Maura turned around, staring into deep brown eyes with a knowing smile. "Would you like to drive?" She asked cocking her head in an inquisitive manner, dangling the car keys from her hand at shoulder height.
Jane didn't know how to answer that question, as if someone asked her a question about quantum mechanics. Although, she had been distracted by ogling Maura's junk. And damn did she have the right junk in her trunk. Really, Rizzoli, junk in her trunk? Are you black? "Are you serious? You're serious." She glanced at the luxurious roadster then back at Maura with a look of shock on her face. Though, that look quickly changed to an overjoyed grin as she caught the keys that Maura threw her way.
The women had arrived to their location safely, which was a blessing in its own. Especially when Jane's road rage kicked into high gear, just like it had on the overpass a few minutes ago. It distracted both women to a point which they hadn't noticed the vehicle that had been following them since they had left. Boston drivers really got on the detective's nerves. Maura even had to intervene and calm the woman down a few times.
"See? We should have taken the flat top, flipped open the cherries and drove past all the incompetent drivers." Jane said irritably with hand gestures as she stepped out of the car. She then proceeded with the display of gallant behaviour, trying to impress Maura, as she opened the passenger door for her.
Maura smiled at her friend's cliché and stereotypical behaviour, though it didn't prevent her from falling in love even more with the brunette, if that was humanly possible. "Wouldn't that be breaking some kind of police officer code of honour?" She asked with a concerned look as she took Jane's hand, who eased her out of the Mercedes.
"You mean taking my medical examiner on a date isn't official police business?" Jane quipped with a smirk.
"Well, it would suggest that the event of dissecting you alive on my table would be ethical."
Jane frowned, raising one eyebrow. "No, that would make you a murderer." She replied as both women walked towards the restaurant, which the detective had taken the liberty of making a reservation for, because little details with no importance are required...sometimes.
"Hence, not ethical." Maura pointed out matter-of-factly.
"What if we pretend you're dissecting me, without clothes, and turn it into some kind of, kinky thing?" Pause, cue eyebrow raise. "That people do." She finished, the confused look on her face expressing her feelings towards her own awkward sounding sentence. Though, she shouldn't be worrying about how it sounded, when the content of it was an even more awkward subject of conversation for a first date.
"I can't decide if that's disturbing or arousing." Maura said, pursing her lips together whilst mulling over the scenario in her head.
Jane raised an eyebrow at her friend. "Well, don't think about it too much, it wasn't an offer."
Maura frowned, shaking her head slightly; confused. "Oh, then why-"
Jane cut her off, as it's become an instinctive habit to do so when her friend didn't get that she was simply messing around. "A joke, Maura, a joke." She explained.
"Decidedly so." The doctor said with a small smile, as if she was apologizing for not understanding Jane's second language; yes, sarcasm. Though, her brain wouldn't let go of the image Jane put in her head with the scenario, uncertain whether it did really turn her on or not. Jane always falls for dares and bets. Her ego really gets the best of her sometimes. Something to look into. The pathologist concluded.
Jane laughed at her friend, placing a subtle hand on Maura's lower back as they entered Regina Pizzeria. One of the best pizza's in Boston if you ask Jane, or any member of the Rizzoli family for that matter. Save from Angela, who always seemed jealous of the way her children preferred this pizza over hers.
One of the waiters walked the two women to their table, strategically placed in a corner of the restaurant as to be shielded from any wondering eyes and any human of the opposite sex with enough courage to interrupt their first date. Jane wouldn't have the patience for any interruptions, especially not if said interruption were trying to flirt with her date. Me Jane, you Maura. Mine. Okay, I definitely need a CAT scan. Now that she thought about it, Jane should have brought Maura's baseball bat as to ward them off. Then again, she had her badge securely nestled on a chain around her neck, which also works. Shabow.
Maura looked over at Jane, who stood behind her and pulled back her chair, gesturing her to sit down. "This is so romantic Jane." The doctor said, as she took the offered seat.
"I wasn't kidding when I said I was a charmer." Jane had one hand on the front of her shirt, so her badge wouldn't clock Maura in the back of the head, as she leaned forward to whisper the words in the woman's ear.
"Cute." Maura commented, knowing exactly what kind of reaction it would have on the woman, but believing it to be a genuine observation nonetheless.
Jane threw her head back and made a face at Maura's comment. "Ugh, vomit. What did you just call me?" She asked, disgust contorting her features.
Maura frowned disapprovingly at the slight overreaction. "Why don't you just take the compliment and refrain from bickering about my choice of words." She offered while taking the napkin that was on the table and setting it in her lap as to protect her dress from any incoming food particles. After she made sure the major surface area of her dress was covered, she looked up at Jane and tilted her head pointedly; scrutinizing.
Jane understood Maura was very well mannered, but she began to feel like taking her to this simple pizzeria was a bad move on her part. "Well, your choice of words are the source of my bickering." She quipped, crossing her arms over the table and leaning forward on them as she stared back into sparkling hazel eyes.
Maura looked elsewhere for a second, pondering, and then letting her eyes fall on the brunette in front of her once more. "I wouldn't say so. Bickering is a sign of hard headedness and self-consciousness often found in strong and willing individuals such as yourself." She explained, pointing at Jane with a smile at the last statement.
For the second time today, or third (Jane wasn't really keeping count), she was staring at her friend with a familiar blank expression. She blinked twice with her mouth partially opened, dumbfounded at how many facts that big brain can hold. "Wow, you really know how to seduce a woman, don't ya? It's like I've been touched by an Angel." She replied sarcastically.
Maura let out a laugh. "Oh Jane." She said shaking her head while placing the cutlery in the right place, as the individual who had set the table had failed to do so. "Sarcasm is also another present component in strong characters." She deepened.
Jane tilted her head and raised one eyebrow. "Oh really?" She asked, waiting for the vomit of facts to come out of Maura's mouth.
The waiter interrupted them before Maura could even answer. "Ladies, would you like some wine while you wait for your pizza?" He asked, a thick, yet not annoying, Italian accent coating his words.
"I'll have a Samuel, summer ales. Please and thank you." Jane replied, looking over at him briefly.
Maura leaned forward in her chair slowly, as if she was going to ask a discreet and personal question. "You wouldn't, by any chance, have a Château Margaux 1995?" She asked, unaware of the face her date made at the request.
Jane didn't know what that was, but by the French name it sported, she figured it was expensive. She chose to keep quiet, well, partially. "Make that two Samuels, please and thank you." She said in a monotonous tone. This was now really looking like a bad idea. Way to go, bringing Maura to this cheap place. This isn't her world, it's yours.
"I'm sorry ma'am, we only carry Italian wines. Would you to try the house favourite, a Cabernet Sauvignon?" The waiter looked genuinely sorry as he explained their 'wine situation' to the doctor.
"That sounds lovely. Thank you." Maura agreed with a curt nod of her head. She smiled at the waiter before he left; frowning as she noticed the look Jane was giving her. "What?" She asked, wondering what she had done wrong this time.
"We're in a pizzeria Maura, not at a fancy five star French restaurant that I can't pronounce, or have the money to pay for." She said the last part under her breath, but she was sure Maura had heard some of it.
"Correct. Although it's quite lovely here, the atmosphere is very..." Maura comment, pausing as she looked around. The restaurant, though not a five star, had a very alluring rustic feel: brick walls, a huge charcoal oven and wine displays all around the place. "Authentic." She finished, pleased with her choice of words, and who knows, this time maybe Jane will be too.
"So...you're not disappointed I didn't take you to a fancy schmancy restaurant?" It's not like she had the choice, unless she wanted to become anorexic for one night and spend her week's pay for Maura's meal. Something told her this would be more enjoyable for both of them, or so she hoped.
Hearing Jane think she wasn't good enough for her made Maura's chest hurt. No, more accurately, it broke her heart. How can she even think that? She didn't like to think that because she was raised in a rich family that others had to act accordingly. "Of course not Jane. I am many things, but vain is not one of them."
Jane smiled back at her friend, however, their moment was crushed as the waiter brought the women their drinks. She looked down at the ice cold beer bottle idly sitting on the table beside her elbow. "I don't think I'll have too many of those tonight. Wouldn't want a repeat of last weekend." The detective's eyes went wide with fear with realization of how that sounded, stumbling on her words at Maura's hurt expression. "I mean, just the part where we were completely hammered and forgot everything." She winced slightly, but not from pain, from her poor choice of words, but also from hoping the doctor wouldn't take it the wrong way.
Maura slowly brought the wine glass to her lips, and right before sipping at it, she looked up at Jane with a smirk. "I know, I was just teasing." She confessed.
The brunette let out a chuckle and hung her head down momentarily, before lifting her big brown eyes to stare at the beautiful woman sitting in front of her. "I see how it is. Getting me back, huh?" She asked teasingly, grinning like an idiot as she placed her larger hand over Maura's tiny one.
"Hardly," Maura paused, glancing down at Jane's softhand completely covering her own, causing a small smile to light up her face. "But it's rather humorous to see that panicked look on your face."
"Well, I'm glad panic looks good, on it..." Jane replied with a frown, gesturing her hand in front of her face. She stopped and changed the subject immediately. "You're also amazing." Jane admitted, eying Maura with a cute love sick smile, squeezing the petite hand under her own.
Maura smiled even bigger. "And I thought I was the romantic one." She looked down at their joined hands once more, and squeezed back. "I truly think everything you planed for us is perfect, Jane." She admitted, taking another slow and deliberate sip of the wine.
"Stop," Jane stated, bringing the beer bottle to her lips as she looked at Maura with a slight frown. "You're gonna make me blush in public." The brunette knocked back the beer, taking a big gulp. So much for not drinking, this beer is delicious.
"You blush? I had no idea." Maura replied sarcastically, trying to hide her smirk.
"Nice touch with the sarcasm, am I rubbing off on you?" Jane asked, lifting one of her fingers that was wrapped around the beer bottle, which is now dangling from her hand, holding on for dear life, to point it at her friend.
"Technically speaking," Maura paused, momentarily staring at the sealing as she sighed. "Not where I would like you to right now, though." She finished almost in a whisper, raising one of her eyebrows as her hazel eyes bored into chocolate brown ones.
Jane almost spit out her mouthful of alcoholised liquid at her friend's statement, but she managed to keep the situation under control by covering her mouth with her hand and tilting her head back. "I, am officially drooling in public." She set the half drank bottle down and pretended to wipe drool off of her mouth. Instead of ruining their moment, the waiter was surprisingly welcomed this time. Well, by at least one of the women. "Okay! Food. That's good. Keeping us occupied so we don't get arrested for public indecency."
"Aren't you going to use your law enforcer powers, Jane?" Maura teased as she thanked the waiter and waited for him to leave before properly placing the pizza, and both of their plates, in the exact middle of the table.
"Ignoring that comment. Eat your food smartass." Jane dismissed Maura's OCD behaviour and picked up two slices of pizza, setting them down in her plate with a not too sophisticated splat. "Man, this is comfort food. My stomach was gonna eat itself." She commented, quickly digging in the greasy and delicious food.
Maura stopped herself in mid bite, having carefully wrapped the pizza in a napkin as to not stain her dress. "That's a common misconception, it will actually start to eat any remaining fat you have on your body-"
Jane closed her eyes and put up her hand to stop the Google definition from going further into detail. "Please tell me later Maura, we're eating. You don't wanna have me puking here."
"That would be rude." A pause. "Towards the chef, I mean." Maura added.
"Right, well, on that note." Jane said as she wiped her hands and her mouth with a napkin before grabbing the neck of her bottle. "I propose a toast to..." She trailed off as she lifted the bottle up, trying to find something to actually toast too.
"First dates who aren't awkward, because we know each other well enough to enjoy each other's company in romantic settings." Maura finished for her while holding her wine glass up in front of her.
Jane waited a few seconds before making a decision. "Yes...what you just said." Jane agreed with a nod and a chuckled as she clinked her bulky beer with the scrawny wine glass.
The two women finished their meal, casually chatting about their new cases. Although, what they were saying wasn't at all important, they were just happy to linger in each other's company, without any interruptions from co-workers or family, or both, often at the same time. They have been paying so much attention to each other, and nothing else around them, that they missed a man spying on them. Fortunately for them, their position made it hard for him to eavesdrop for long.
Both women were standing by their waiter, waiting for him to finish calculating their additions. "Maura, what are you doing?" Jane asked, as she watched her friend pull out her credit card.
"Paying for our meal." Maura answered simply with a nod, wondering why Jane would ask such an obvious question.
The detective made a face and grabbed her friend's hand, pulling it down. "No come on, put that away. I asked you out, it's only fair that I pay." She explained, taking out her own wallet.
"That's cliché, Jane." Maura commented, though there was a softness to her tone; flattered that Jane would act in such a traditional way.
"So?" Jane asked, like there was nothing Maura could say that would make her re-think her course of action. Sighing, she placed both of her hands on Maura's shoulders, looking down straight into her eyes. "Look, I'm taking care of everything. Let me do this for you, alright?"
Maura's expression softened considerably, even more so than before. She had to force herself not to let her eyes water as she gazed into the most loving eyes. "That's...the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me." She explained, fighting the urge to lay a gentle kiss on Jane's lips.
Jane dropped her hands from the doctor's shoulders, having completely forgotten that there was a world around them, and a waiter growing impatient. Excusing herself, Jane handed him her credit card, only noticing the look Maura was giving her when she slid the card back into her wallet. "Oh, shut up." She said, knowing her best friend was going to get on her case for her uncharacteristically romantic behaviour.
"Jane's being mushy, Jane's being mushy." Maura teased relentlessly.
"Yeah, yeah." The brunette rolled her eyes, placing both of her hands on Maura's slender and curvy hips, gently pushing her towards the exit. "You know that I hate you right?" She joked and let her hands drop to her sides, falling into a stride beside Maura as they exited the restaurant, their hands occasionally brushing together.
"Au contraire, you love me Jane." Maura drawled out the French expression. She didn't mean to make it sound so sensual, but the skin to skin contact from Jane's hand was sending shivers throughout her body. "It's a fact." She pointed out.
"Right, a 'fact'." Jane repeated, using air quotes. "You know what else is a fact?" She started, smirking as she watched Maura shake her head no. "Our metabolisms are slowly going downhill, because..." She paused for a second, raising her brow. "Aging is a life process which we can't escape." The detective finished with a smug look on her face.
"Are you making fun of me?" Maura asked with a frown, trying to detect if her friend was being serious or sarcastic, but the tone of her voice made her lean towards sarcastic.
"No, no, not at all. When have you ever seen me make fun of you?" The detective asked in an innocent voice, which, even if Jane tried, didn't sound so innocent.
"You know that I hate you, right Jane?" Maura mimicked her friend's earlier statement.
"No, my chérie, you love me." Jane teased, trying her best to impersonate Maura's voice.
"That was a farfetched impression of my voice." Maura remarked, slightly annoyed that Jane thought she sounded like a squeaky 15 year old.
"Oh and you can do such a good job at imitating mine, Riche Little?" Jane asked sarcastically.
"Yes." Maura answered simply, even, genuinely.
"Okay, well, call Saturday Night Live, they might have a job for you." Jane continued to tease, bumping her shoulder against the smaller woman's' in an attempt to let her know she was still truly just messing around. She wouldn't admit it to herself, but she'd to anything to make Maura smile.
"I simply do not understand how you can jump from being completely romantic to insistently annoying in less than a minute." Maura gave Jane a disapproving shake of her head, glancing at her briefly and trying to look angry. Although, she concluded it was pretty difficult to keep a smile off of her face when Jane was staring at her with a big toothy, dimpled grin.
"It's a gift, I'm the blessed one." Jane replied in an overdramatic tone, pressing her left hand against her chest for emphasis.
"Blessed that I punch like a girl, and that I rarely resort to violence to solve any form of dispute?" Maura asked. In the midst of all the teasing, their hands somehow had become intertwined. Neither of them actually noticed who had initiated the romantic gesture.
"Yes, Ghandi, you're right. I am blessed that you punch like a girl." The brunette pressed, missing Maura's pointed glare before she felt small knuckles dig into the skin of her right shoulder briefly, leaving behind a slight ache. "OW!" She exclaimed, jumping slightly. "That didn't feel like a girl punch..." Jane whined, rubbing the sore spot that Maura hit.
"I learned from the best." Maura chimed with a grin.
Jane chuckled and shrugged. "You win, I can't argue with that."
"I'm fairly certain you could." Maura retorted.
"I'm fairly certain there won't be any cannoli's left if you keep slowing us down." Jane explained, tugging on Maura's hand as she started walking faster.
"You're a bully, and I don't know why I put up with your abuse." Maura expressed as she let herself be dragged by a very eager detective.
"Because I'm hopelessly romantic?" Jane offered with a smirk.
"I'm hungry for desert." Maura wasn't going to let Jane win the argument, so she simply disregarded the woman's last statement.
After pigging out on a dose of sugar Maura thought was way too much for any adult to consume in a day and giggling like teenagers from the sugar high, Jane had decided to surprise her date with one more stop: Old North Church. It's historic, and even though it will bore Jane to the point which she would put a bullet through herself, again, she knew Maura would enjoy it.
They both walked side by side, hand in hand, and when their laughter consumed them, they stopped in their tracks to regain their composure. Jane placed her hand on her stomach and sighed heavily, feeling the acid wanting to start a scorching trail up her throat. "I'm gonna burst. Yes, I know that's not possible and no, I don't wanna hear about what the human stomach is lined with." She said quickly, hoping she spared herself another Googlemouth episode.
"I'll need to test our blood sugar level; diabetes is a very unfortunate disease." Maura pointed out with every ounce of seriousness she could muster under the influence of sugar.
"Oh come on Maura! We're not going to develop diabetes from eating one cannoli." The detective reasoned.
Just as Maura was getting to spit out facts faster than a machine gun fires high calibre rounds, a man interrupted them. "Good evening ladies, what is it going to take for a guy like me to seduce women like you?" The mysterious man asked, looking both women up and down, not even trying to cover up the fact that he was almost drooling on their shoes.
"A miracle." Jane replied in all honesty, wrapping her arm around Maura's waist as if she was trying to protect her territory. Her stance defensive, ready to defend it if need be. Truth be told, it wouldn't take anything major for Jane to punch this asshole in the nose.
"We're very sorry, but-" Maura was cut off, though it wasn't by the brunette this time, and she found the man very rude for doing so.
"Less chit chat, more doing. Are you gals interested in a party for three?" He asked, a smug smirk plastered on his face as he inched closer towards the two dumbfounded women. Well, technically, one looked slightly more dumbfounded, as the other was fuming with rage. I'll let you guess which one.
"You want a party?" The brunette asked, grabbing the chain around her neck and taking out the shiny gold badge, letting it fall on the front of her shirt. "How about a spending a night in jail with a cell mate named Bubba? He likes to take top, and I'm not talking about the bunk beds." She offered, her jaw clenched as she stared the man down with daggers in her usual soft brown eyes.
The pervert lifted both of his hands and offered quick apologies, before scampering away faster than jack rabbit on crack and almost stumbling on his own feet in the process.
"Dubmass." Jane muttered under her breath, thanking the higher powers that she didn't have her handgun on her. Oops, did I pull the trigger? I'm sorry, my finger slipped. Yep, that would have been bad, very bad. "Gee, did everyone decide it was a nice day to visit the Church or am I just that unlucky?" She complained.
"No Jane, it's the Church's 289th anniversary. Queen Elizabeth is here." Maura clarified excitedly, placing one free hand on Jane's right shoulder.
"Great, that's just wonderful." The brunette replied sarcastically.
"The Queen hasn't visited Boston in over 30 years." Maura specified.
"Lovely timing, Queen." Jane almost spat out her name, making a face and sticking out her tongue as she did so. "Couldn't you have waited another year?"
"No Jane, this is great!" The doctor exclaimed. "Let's move closer, she's about to recite a speech in honour of Gerald Ford." She said, dragging Jane through the thick and heavy crowd.
"U.S president right?"
"Correct. He lived longer than any other president to date. 93 years and 165 days." Maura stated mater-of-factly while trying to get a look at the Queen, but it was hard to see anything in this sea of people, especially when you're only 5 feet and 5 inches tall.
"How can you possibly enjoy life when you can't do...anything?" Jane asked, making a face. She was less than eager to enter the golden age, even less eager to call herself retired. Vomit.
"Having something to live for, Jane."
"Like what? Bingo games every Tuesday night and tasteless jell-o? Oh I can't wait to play bingo with you when we're too old to do anything else." Jane teased, elbowing the doctor's side playfully.
"Don't be so rude." Maura said, while rubbing her side with a slight frown; her friend had very pointy elbows. "I was going to say something along the lines of-" Maura was cut off as screams roared from the packed crowd, grabbing both of the women's attention.
"What the hell is happening?" Jane asked, holding Maura tighter against her as citizens began to turn around and bolt in the opposite direction, pushing each other aside like animals, not caring for anyone else's well being except their own. There you have it, mass panic. A gun shot was fired. Immediately, Jane grabbed Maura's hand and dragged her behind the Paul Revere statue. At least, this would be safe for a while.
"Jane, what's going on?" The doctor asked in a panicked voiced. Staying close to Jane was the only thing that felt safe.
"I don't know Maura." Jane placed a reassuring hand on Maura's shoulder, as she peaked her head from behind the statue, trying to see if she could get a glimpse of what started this mass panic. What she saw made her mentally kick herself for not having her Glock on her. The Queen, which was still on the stand where she had started to give her speech, was being held hostage at gun point by a man. She figured he must have fired the shot in the air, as the Queen was still very much alive, but it was still hard to see, she was just guessing.
"The Queen's being held hostage, at gun point." Jane informed.
"Oh, dear." The honey brunette tried to peak around the statue, but she felt a hand grab her hips, pulling her back to safety. Maura turned around to face a worried detective. "Jane, you have to call the station."
"Yeah, I'll get them to take you home." Jane agreed, grabbing her cell phone.
"What about you?" Maura asked, concerned.
Jane looked up at her friend, dumbfounded. "I have to help, Maura."
"But Jane, it's not-" The doctor started with a desperate tone to her voice, perhaps hoping to change her mind. Yet she knew her best friend's hard headed nature would make this task a difficult one, or maybe it would be difficult because Jane had cut her off.
"I know, but it's still my duty as a cop to protect and serve. I have to do this." Jane stated while dialling Vince's phone number. There was worry stinging her eyes as she stared at Maura, waiting for her former partner to pick up the phone.
"Boston homicide, Korsak speak-" The Sergeant was abruptly cut off by Jane's rushed tone.
"Korsak, we got a code 25 in progress at the Old North Church in North End, send back up." The detective said hurriedly.
"Sit tight, Jane. We're on our way." Vince reassured before setting the phone down and alerting the station.
"Janie!" The voice, which undoubtedly belonged Frankie, exclaimed. "Have ya seen what's happening?" He asked, also ducking behind the commemorative statue.
"Frankie! What the hell are you doing here?" The brunette shouted, both in annoyance and surprise. He had appeared like a bolt from the blue.
"I was...out for a stroll?" The young officer tried. Frankie knew his sister wouldn't buy it, she could probably tell he was lying before he even opened his mouth, but it never hurt to try, right?
"Really?" She asked rhetorically with a highly sarcastic tone. "Oh my God, were you spying on me?" Jane asked in a higher pitched tone, making a face at her brother.
"No! I mean, yes, I mean, kinda." The younger Rizzoli fumbled with his words, knowing if he explained it would sound bad. Though, what made him more nervous was being very aware and familiar with his sister's short temper.
"Did you install a GPS under my car too, James Bond?" The brunette asked.
"That wouldn't have worked, you took..." Frankie shook his head and he pointed to Maura, whom he had just noticed. "Hey, Maura." He waved at her with a small smile, interrupting his sentence to greet the doctor, before continuing: "Her car."
"Hello Frankie." Maura replied.
"Seriously Frankie, why did you follow us?" Jane asked yet another question, still highly puzzled as to why her brother would spy on her.
"I thought that Dr. Isles lent you her car to go on a secret date with some guy. I was just curious, you know, like any good brother." He explained and pointed to Maura once more. "Turns out you were on a date, with..." Frankie trailed off, looking sheepish.
"Maura." The detective finished for him. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Yes, Sherlock, we're on a date. I mean we were on a date. Okay, why are we having this conversation right now? Can we finish this when the Queen of England doesn't have a loaded barrel against her head?" This job is seriously ruining my social life, but Maura, she's different, she's like us in many ways. That's exactly what I need, someone who understands that my job is too jump in front of bullets, and to love me for it. She'll worry, there's no doubt about that, but I got her back and she has mine. We always do. We're a team, a pair, a couple.
Jane, Maura, Frankie, Frost and Korsak were standing behind an armored S.W.A.T SUV, watching as the siblings argued.
"No way! I'm not leaving you." The young officer said, crossing his arms over his chest defiantly.
"Take Maura home." Jane said. "Please Frankie, I need to know you two are safe." She pressed, almost pleadingly.
"Alright, but promise me you'll be careful. And use Frost as a human shield if you need to." The younger Rizzoli joked; patting Barry's left shoulder amicably.
"Hey..." Frost protested, glaring at Korsak who was having a hard time covering up his laughter.
"Don't be ridiculous." Jane commented, rolling her eyes at her brother.
Frankie's grins changed to a suddenly serious one, his eyebrows just slightly creased. "Just...promise me, you'll come home safe."
The brunette smiled just before her brother wrapped her in a tight hug. "I promise. Now, go." Jane said while pulling back from the hug.
"I love you Janie." Frankie said while taking a step back, standing beside the doctor.
"I love you too 'lil brother." Jane replied, her eyes falling on Maura, who was slowly inching towards her. The look on her face was a cross between scared and nervous which was unusual for the calm woman. "I can't promise you that it'll go down smoothly." Jane admitted, looking down at her hands as she rubbed them together nervously.
"You're the best at what you do Jane. I have complete confidence in you." Maura forced a smile as she to, pulled the tall brunette into a hug. "Like Frankie said, come back home safe." She whispered in the woman's ear, which was only possible because of the few inches her high heels provided her with.
"I'll see you soon Maur." Jane said before stepping back, wanting to hug the woman against her longer, already lacking the warmth Maura's body provided. She thought about kissing her, though with all the media around, not to mention all of Boston PD, it didn't seem like a great idea.
"Okay." Once again, the doctor forced a smile before following Jane's brother out of the cluster of panicked Bostonians and the occasional tourist. About a dozen S.W.A.T footmen had been ordered to evacuate the area as quickly and smoothly as possible. Some civilians, whom had been caught in the crossfire of a mass of people stampeding in the same direction, had to be taken out on stretchers with some minor injuries. Thankfully there were no casualties, yet.
Lieutenant Cavanaugh and an S.W.A.T agent approached the detective. "Now that you're done playing house, what can you tell us about the 25?" The Lieutenant asked, pressing down the lapels of his suit with his palms. This comment earned a few chuckles from Korsak and Frost.
"I don't come with built in binoculars, lieutenant, sir." Jane replied sarcastically, balancing herself backwards on her heals as she cocked her head slightly and glared at the two detectives.
"Hold the attitude will ya, Rizzoli?" Cavanaugh asked. "This is Commander Mitchell," He said, pointing at the man with his thumb. "You two will have to communicate if anything goes wrong, or if you need back up." He continued, shoving his hands in his pockets.
After exchanging a brief hand shake and a curt nod with the S.W.A.T commander, Jane turned to her Lieutenant. "All I know is that the Queen is being held hostage, and if we don't do something now, we'll have all of England at our throats." She informed.
"We have a sniper positioned." Mitchell announced, pointing towards said sniper, hidden on the roof of an adjacent building.
"Let me look." Barry said while snatching the pair of binoculars from Korsak, who had been surveying the scene. "Our perp is one of the Queens' body guards."
Jane quickly moved beside Frost. "Gimme those." She said, taking the binoculars from the man who had previously did the same thing to Korsak. He raised an eyebrow as Vince stared at him with a smug smile. "Son of a bitch, you're right...and he looks nervous, like it's his first round in the saddle." Jane remarked as she carefully examined the perp's face.
"Think you can talk him out of it, Jane?" Korsak asked, getting closer to the woman and squinting in the direction Jane was looking at, as if he had someone gained bionic eyes and could see what she saw.
"I have to." The brunette said simply, giving back the binoculars to Korsak.
"Rizzoli, get your butt over here." Cavanaugh shouted from the armored truck they had previously been huddled around.
Korsak turned his head, sporting the same facial expression Maura had just before she left with Frankie. "Be careful Jane."
"You know me." Jane replied with a small smile as she patted his shoulder and jogged over to her Lieutenant and the team of heavily armored S.W.A.T team.
"Get him to loosen up the hold." Cavanaugh explained.
Jane unbuttoned her blue shirt as one of the agents taped a wire on her side, up to her shoulder. She thanked him with a nod and buttoned the piece of clothing back up. She then slipped on the bullet proof vest, securely tightening the straps around her right side. Damn that's heavy. She always forgot how the vest added a suffocating 30 pounds on her shoulders.
"It's all up to you. Give Mitchell the signal and he'll tell his sniper to take the shot." Cavanaugh continued, looking even more nervous than the detective he was about to send out in the fray. "Oh and one more thing Rizzoli, don't make me regret this." He pleaded.
"Have I ever let you down?" Jane said with a slight smirk, even though she was serious.
"No, but today wouldn't be good for a first." The Lieutenant replied. He couldn't help but smirk back, placing one of his hands on her shoulder and squeezing it gently. "We're all counting on you." As she nodded once more and turned to walk away, Cavanaugh let out a heavy sigh and sat down on the end of the SUV, rubbing his face with both of his hands.
Great, we're all counting on you? Was that the best motivational speech he could come up with? Because it wasn't very motivational. Alright Rizzoli, you can do this. She slowly, tentatively, approached the body guard and the hostage as to not spur panic in the perp. "I'm Detective Jane Rizzoli, I'm not here to hurt you. I just wanna talk." The brunette said from just a few yards away from him.
"If you so much as touch that gun, she's dead." He announced shakily, pressing the gun harder against her temple.
"Alright, calm down buddy. There's no need for that, just, stay calm." Jane carefully watched his movements, holding up both of her hands to show she clearly wasn't here to do any harm, as she was unarmed. Her Glock was securely fastened into its holster at her left hip.
"Calm? CALM? You want me to stay calm when there are a dozen riffles pointed at me?" The body guard shouted, almost losing his grip on the Queen, who looked as pale as a ghost.
"You put yourself in this situation, don't blame anyone else." Jane started softly, trying to inch herself a bit closer to the madman. "Why are you doing this? Attention, fame? Is this little...stunt really worth your freedom?" She asked, trying to see if the guilt would win over his emotions.
"Shut up, just shut up!" He screamed, seeming more nervous by the second. He looked all around him quickly, unable to just stay still, trying to gauge just how many guns were pointed at him and if he had any chance of survival.
Looks like that approach won't work. "C'mon buddy, just relax. What's your name?" Jane hoped he would bite into the hook. This 'friendly' psychological approach works great to get their trust, and that is what the brunette needs to do in this situation.
"J-jonathan." The perp stuttered.
"Good, good. Listen Jonathan, you're young. You still have a life ahead of you." The detective reasoned.
"What kind of life? Even if I let her go, I'll still go to prison. That's if I even get out of here alive. Do they have sniper? He'll probably shoot me in the head any moment now. It's too late, I can't go back." Jonathan was surely more talkative now, and calmer than just a few seconds ago.
"You still have a way out, nothing is lost. Just give me your gun, and let her go." Jane pressured, taking a few steps closer again.
"Bullshit! Fucking bullshit!" He yelled. The calm was just an illusion. "I know they're just waiting for me to get distracted so they can shoot me down like a goddamn animal!"
He's erratic, emotionally unstable. You have to be gentler Rizzoli. "You wanna know the truth, Jonathan? I'm the only one who can give the go ahead to the sniper. If you don't cooperate with me bud, I'm afraid I'll have to tell him to take the shot." There were harsh words, but they were the truth and trust builds itself on truth.
"Of course you would. You do what looks right, but you don't believe any of it. Inside, you're just like me." Jonathan hadn't realized the Queen was getting heavier and heavier in his arms as he continued to spit out all of his hate at the detective.
"That is the farthest from the truth Jonathan, I care. I really do, I want you to get you out of this mess, alive." There was nothing short of compassion swirling around in her big chocolate brown eyes. To make a bold statement like that towards Jane, it showed how much Jonathan didn't know a thing about this woman.
"Stop it! Stop saying my name like you know me, like you care! Nobody cares, nobody gives a shit. If I died, no one would even notice." He continued to rant, hate driven.
"That's not true. There is always someone out there who cares for you. Life is tough, I'll give you that, but what makes us human is the will to survive, to get through it because we can, because we're strong. We have the will to live and so do you." Jane could see him soften up with every word, there were tears threatening to cascade down his face. She almost had him, just a few more moments and he would break down, freeing the hostage in the process. "You didn't wanna do this, you don't wanna harm her. You can trust me, give me the gun Jonathan." She pleaded again, softly, as she slowly walked just in front of both of them, extending her hand towards him.
"My entire life has been filled with empty promises. I can't trust anyone anymore, everyone is so selfish. Did you see the way everybody pushed each other like they didn't care if the other person beside them would survive or not? I'm disgusted by what society has created; I'm disgusted by what humans have become." As he talked, he slowly let his hand fall down beside his hostage, but still holding her against him.
"Believe me, I agree with you, but there is nothing we can do to change that. All we can do is be a better person, a better human being. It's not much, but it inspires people. Do the right thing Jonh, let her go, and all of this will be over." Jane was sure he was about to let her go, smiling at his as she watched Jonathan lower his gun.
Previous softens was completely erased from his face and he lifted the gun to her temple with new found rage. "It's never over, nothing is ever-" The loud shot ringed in Jane's hears, she looked at the splash of blood slowly exploding from the bullet's impact as if everything was in slow motion. The sniper had missed, the bullet pierced Jonathan's left shoulder.
Jane knew she had a few seconds to act before he grabbed the gun with his other hand. Quickly and swiftly, just as she was trained, she grabbed her handgun from its holster, pointed it at the man and fired. He fell to the ground with a thud. There was an eerie silence all around, and even though there were news helicopter hovering above the tragic scene, ambulance's sirens growing louder as they approached them, the only sounds Jane could hear was the echo of her gun shots.
One of the body guards, that had his gun trained on the now lifeless body, quickly caught the Queen before she went down, fainting out of fear. She was taken away by an ambulance, followed by a few patrol cruises and two armored S.W.A.T cars. Jonathan's body was being recovered by the coroners and Jane found herself unable to look away, thinking she could have saved him. The lifeless body in the black bag could have still been alive. Deep in her thoughts, she hadn't realized that everyone had gathered around her.
"Good work Rizzoli." Cavanaugh said, patting Jane's shoulder with a big smile.
Then Korsak. "Great job, Jane."
And Frost. "Knew you'd come through, partner."
"It was an honour working with you detective Rizzoli." And finally, Commander Mitchell. He shook the woman's hand professionally.
All she could reply with were half-hearted thank you's and forced smiles. Jane didn't feel like celebrating, it wasn't an event to celebrate. She could have helped the young man, but she had to put three bullets in his body. She never signalled for the sniper to shoot. If he hadn't, he might have surrendered his weapon. Or maybe not, he could have shot you and then the Queen. You did what you had too. Maybe he was right, he was lost already. It was over for him. Even though Jane felt she was right, she couldn't help but mourn what could have been of this young man's life.
As soon as Jane opened to door to Maura's house, Angela crashed into her daughter, enveloping her in a tight hug. "Oh my baby. Why do you have to go and get involved in such dangerous situations?"
"I'm a cop Ma, it's my job."
"I don't like your job."
"I know, you've only said it like a gazillion times." Jane said while rolling her eyes. "Where's-Oh, hey." Jane said softly as her eyes fell on the woman that occupied her mind. She placed both of her hands behind her back; she didn't know what to do with herself, that much was obvious. She wanted to take Maura in her arms and hug the life out of her. Though, the other occupants in the room turned her into a shy pre teen that has yet to hit puberty. Jane felt everyone's stare on her and it made her slightly uncomfortable, but mostly puzzled. She raised an eyebrow at Maura as if to ask: what the hell is going on?
Maura hadn't said a word and simply kept a sly smirk on her face as she stepped closer towards the brunette. She knew, for a fact, that if she opened her mouth, she wouldn't be able to keep the truth from cascading out like Niagara Falls.
Jane's smile fell and morphed into a frown as she looked at her brother, then at Angela, and back to Maura. "Gee, I wonder how someone could feel claustrophobic in such a big space." She announced sarcastically to the three people whom were still all staring at her, somewhat expectantly. "Why are you all staring?" Was asked with bordering irritation.
"No reason." Frankie said a little too quickly, pursing his lips and shifted his stare away from his sister.
"We're not staring." Angela replied absent minded as she watched the two women stand inches apart from each other. "Are you two going to...hug?" The mother of three asked a little too excitedly.
Jane quickly redirected her glare at her brother, her mouth slightly open from shock. "You told Ma, Frankie? Really?"
"It might have slipped..." Frankie defended, becoming jittery under Jane's glare.
"Might have slipped?" Jane asked disbelievingly, sighing and groaning in annoyance.
"Well you know how...persistent she is." The young police officer defended with a shrug.
"Why didn't you tell me honey? Don't you trust your own mother?" Angela asked, genuinely hurt.
"Because, Mother, it's none of your business. It's my personal life." Jane had to emphasize the word mother in other to amplify her irritation with her nosy family.
"You used to tell me everything, and now, it's as if I'm not a part of your life anymore." The woman pressed, no doubt trying to invoke guilt in her daughter. Which, by any means, did not work.
"Quit being so dramatic, Ma, you live in the same house as my best friend." The brunette pointed out.
"Guest house." Angela corrected.
Frankie also took the liberty to correct Jane: "Girlfriend."
Jane raised her voice and pointed to the door. "That's it. Leave, all of you."
"Fine." Both her mother and Frankie uttered simultaneously.
"Fine." Jane mimicked.
"Come by before you leave, if you want to see your old mother that is." Angela dramatized as she headed out the door.
Jane crossed her arms over her chest and pushed her tongue in her cheek, just like a bratty 10 year old would when they were refused a desert right before diner time. "I'm not leaving." She said simply.
"Jane will be sleeping here tonight, Miss Rizzoli." Maura deepened with a gracious smile as she placed a calming hand on the brunette's right arm.
"Oh, well in that case, you two be safe." Angela added in a sing-song voice and winked at the pair.
"I'll make sure to wear a condom. Good night now. Bye." With that said, Jane closed the door, sighing as she heard her brother laugh. She slumped back against said door, rubbing her face with both of her hands.
"I don't think that was a very appropriate thing to say to your mother, Jane." Maura criticized. However, she couldn't help but smile as, even though it was was indeed inappropriate, the joke was certainly amusing.
"Yeah? Well she's inappropriate by butting in my personal life." Jane defended as she slowly walked towards island in the kitchen and slumped forward on the surface, leaning against her forearms. She seemed exhausted, but more mentally than physically.
"She's your mother; it's understandable she wants to be a part of it." The doctor explained as she walked behind the taller woman and snaked her arms around her waist, resting her head against the detective's slumped back.
"She doesn't know when too much is just too much." Jane continued, still snappy, though the warmth and comfort Maura provided from such a simple action managed to calm her down.
"Angela invited me for diner, with you, and the whole family." Maura chose this moment to break the news to her best friend...erm, girlfriend.
Closing her eyes, the brunette let her head fall against the counter with a thud. "Kill me now. Where's my gun?" Jane asked with a muffled voice before lifting her head up and frowning. "And ow, that hurt." She said rubbing her forehead. She slowly turned around in Maura's arms, wrapping one of her arms around the woman's waist to pull her closer. "Now do you see what I mean with the 'too much'?"
Maura smiled and comfortably settled in the taller woman's arms, resting her head just underneath Jane's chin. "Actually, I see the family resemblance now." She replied truthfully.
"Excuse me, Doctor?" The brunette asked with both eyebrows raised.
"You stated that Angela was overdramatic, and so are you. Ironic isn't it?" She answered simply with a shrug. After a few seconds of silence, Maura lifted her head as she felt Jane pull back, who was looking down right at her with a look that screamed 'you better explain yourself in the next 5 seconds or there will be hell'. "Right now, I mean, not all the time." The doctor continued with a sheepish smile, settling back in her previous position as she felt Jane's body relax slightly.
"Right."
"Anyhow, do you realize you saved the life of the Queen of England?" Maura asked, desperately trying to change the subject.
"I don't think a lot of people can cross that off their bucket list." The detective commented, wrapping her other arm around Maura's waist, effectively relaxing against the petite woman.
"Expect a generous gift from the royal family in the next few days. They might even invite you to a royal diner." Maura informed with a bright smile.
"Do you think it'll be a horse?" Jane asked eagerly.
Maura lets out a soft laugh. "I doubt it, Jane."
"Bummer, and here I was looking forward to giving you a lift on Walter." Jane stated with mock sadness.
"You're one of the most fearless women I have ever met." The doctor blurted out, sighing happily as she snuggled in further, as if she was melting against Jane's warm body.
"And you think this compliment will make me forget you said I was overdramatic?" The taller woman teased with a smirk, rubbing her hands up and down Maura's back.
"Only if it works. Did it?" Maura asked, looking up into beautiful chocolate brown eyes with a grin.
"You're lucky you have such a great smile." Jane replied, staring back into equally gorgeous hazel eyes.
"I have been told that it's one of my greatest assets." The doctor claimed, the suggestive glint in her eyes was easily read and understood by the other woman.
"It's not the only one." The brunette uttered, slightly absent minded as she stared at the other woman's delicate lips.
"Oh, and what else?" Maura asked, feign innocence.
"I'd rather show you than tell you." The brunette announced suggestively.
"I like where you're getting at." Maura's finger traced the edges of Jane's collar, slowly starting to undo the first button.
"Good, I'm glad we're on the same page." Jane said with a chuckle, having a hard time focusing on talking as Maura continued to unbutton her shirt. "And I'm sorry for the...abrupt end to our first date." She apologized, genuinely bummed out it didn't go as planned.
"I have a feeling you're about to make it up to me, Detective." Maura stated, her voice dripping with sensuality as she undid a third button.
"You listen to your intestines now?" Jane asked jokingly.
"Shut up and kiss me." Maura hopped up, with a little help from Jane, and wrapped both of her slender legs around the woman's waist, resting her hand on the brunette's partially exposed chest. They both smiled at each other before their lips met in a heated kiss and with a little effort from both of them, they managed to end up in Maura's bedroom without causing too much damage.
Thank you all for your great reviews again! I'm astonished you all want more :P I'll definitely work on a chapter 3 :)