And you don't wanna sleep with me
Chapter 8- Not Quite According To The Plan Part 1
Rating: M (not too strong)
Disclaimer: Please go back to one of the previous chapters and read the disclaimer there.
A/N: Frankie's former babysitter is named after Sea Patrol's Nikki 'Nav' Caetano 'cause I coudn't think of any other good Italian last names. BTW, I don't own Sea Patrol, either... Anyway, here's chapter 8 of this Rizzoli & Isles fic! :)
"Finish your pancake, Jane. I'm going to answer the door." Before Jane could protest (not that she really wanted to), Maura had already gotten up from her chair and walked off.
The person standing outside was none other than Angela Rizzoli. "Maura, thank God you're still at home!" she exclaimed, sounding extremely relieved. "You know, my car won't start for some reason, but Frankie's already at work, I've no idea where Tommy is, and Janie won't answer her phone, so I thought you could maybe give me a lift to the PD since you have to go there anyway? Doesn't matter if you can't, I'll just take a cab in that case."
Back in the kitchen, Jane froze, a forkful of pancake halfway between her plate and her mouth. C'mon Maura, I know you can't lie, but please just think of somethin'...!
"Of course I can give you a lift, my car's big enough." Maura stepped out of the doorway. "Would you like to come in for a few minutes?"
The forkful of pancake dropped onto the plate as Jane's body slumped forward and she fought the urge to bang her forehead against the table. Damnit Maur, hasn't workin' together with cops all the time taught ya anythin'? Like, interrogating suspects 101? Put 'em somewhere they can't escape from, like an interrogation room... or a movin' car!
"JANE CLEMENTINE RIZZOLI, WHERE WERE YOU LAST NIGHT?"
Jane groaned. "Good morning to you, too. And for your information, I texted you that I'd sleep over at Maura's."
"Oh, now that you say it..." Angela dug her phone out of her purse and shoved it under her daughter's nose. "I had no idea what the heck 'Spng vr t M' was supposed to mean!"
Maura involuntarily grinned as she thought back to the night before...
-Flashback-
"Maura... stop." Even though she wanted nothing more than to continue their kiss, Jane gently pushed her girlfriend away. Maura looked hurt: "Jane?"
"Sshh, it's okay. I just need to text Ma where I am 'cause she'll completely freak out if she doesn't know."
In response, Maura reached for Jane's phone on the bedside table and handed it to its owner. "Hurry up."
Jane did as she was told, which was a lot easier said than done. Because Maura didn't just wait patiently until the message was sent... not at all. Her fingertips started wandering all over her girlfriend's bare upper body and arms, teasing the Detective and making it increasingly difficult for her to concentrate on typing.
With a sigh of relief and only half aware of what exactly she'd written, Jane hit the 'Send' button, tossed her phone into the general direction of the bedside table, and returned her full attention to Maura. "Sorry. That kinda killed the mood."
"It didn't," the blonde whispered back. "Let's just start again at the point where we stopped, okay?"
"More than okay..."
-Present time-
"Hey Maura, what's so funny?"
"Oh, uh... I was just remembering how Jane was somewhat... distracted while writing this text."
"Distracted? How?"
The honest answer would have been, Because she was texting you while lying in my bed, naked from the waist up, with me straddling her thighs and my hands teasingly roaming all across her torso... Maura glanced at Jane, a silent plea for help because she herself was physically unable to lie and therefore had no choice but to tell Angela the truth about Jane's nighttime activities, which she was sure the Detective absolutely didn't want her mother to know about.
Said Detective glared back at her girlfriend- Did you really have to bring that up?-, before rolling her eyes at her mother. "I wasn't 'distracted', just tired as hell. Jeez."
"If we want to be at work on time, we should drive off now," Maura quickly changed topic before grabbing her purse and heading for the door.
En route to Boston PD
"Janie, do you remember Francesca Caetano?" Angela asked when they had to wait in front of some red traffic lights. Jane, in the passenger's seat, shrugged: "Uh... no?"
"She used to babysit Frankie sometimes."
"Oh, right."
"And her grandson Marco is about your age..."
"I feel like if I roll my eyes any more, they'll get stuck!" Jane whispered to Maura, who was driving the car.
"That's highly impossible", the blonde whispered back before adding at her normal volume, "Angela, I think you can stop trying to find a suitable future husband for Jane."
The older Rizzoli's eyes nearly burned holes into the back of the passenger's seat. "JANE CLE-"
"MA!"
"-MENTINE RIZZOLI, DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME YOU'RE SEEING SOMEONE AND HAVE KEPT HIM A SECRET FROM ME TILL NOW!"
"Relax Ma. I'm not-"
"Of course you are!" Maura protested. "We're together now, remember?"
A/N: Keep reading. I've divided this chapter into 2 parts 'cause it was too long.