"3rd May 2011
Oh my God, you would not believe what happened to me today. Logically speaking, I understand that you don't understand anything that I'm saying, because you're a little black journal. Regardless, oh my God, Jane asked me out 'll probably be going out next week some time, since we don't actually have a case going on right now. I hope its soon- I've been thinking about us being together for so long... I can't believe its finally going to come true. I should tell Winter, because Bass is getting tired of my repetitive recounting of the event."
Faith turned the page, engrossed again in the tale's of this woma's life. She was so lucky.
"8th May 2011
For a first date, this was so amazing! Jane can be so romantic at times, despite being such a tom boy. She really does act tough to protect her softer side from the outside world. And it was also our first real kiss tonight, I ..."
Maura was seated at a small table, red wine reflecting flickering candlelight from its position on the table. The restaurant was nice, fancy even. Her hand was wound with Jane's, and the detective's features had softened. There was nothing awkward about them here, like this. It was as if this was how they were meant to be.
"Do you really mean that?" Maura asked, the detective smirked, nodding slightly.
"Of course, Maur. You're beautiful." The blonde blushed. "I'm suprised more people aren't jealous of you." Maura leaned forward, and their lips brushed. The kiss started tentative at first, before deepening while still maintaining its slow progression. When they pulled apart to breath, Maura's blush had deepened slightly.
"Seems like, logically speaking, they'll be jealous of you too."
"I can handle that, if it means I'm with you." Their lips touched again, this time with more lust, more passion. Just then was the insatiable buzzing of phones; first one, and then a second. "Damn them." Maura pulled back, digging through her purse. The answered within moments of one another. "Rizzoli."
"Isles."
Faith shook her head. She looked back at the written words; they didn't have as much detail written as she had thought. That was... weird. She felt as though she had been there, watching from Maura Isles' perspective. She flipped through a couple more pages, quickly.
"28th June 2011
Jane and I have finally cleaned up that case that made our first date a bit more interesting. It only took a little over a month... But that's alright. We went out today ..."
They were walking down a path that had been bordered with fresh flowers; ones that were now blooming with all colors. Their hands were intertwined tightly.
"What are you thinking?" Maura asked. They had been coming here every now and then, because it was quiet. It was somewhere that they could simply be them, with no one else placing judgement upon them.
"If you were to tell your parents, about us, how would you do it?" Jane answered with a question, as they took another turn down a different path. "Rhetorically speaking, I mean." Maura paused, thinking.
"I can't say that I honestly know. If I was telling your mother, however, I would just wait until Sunday dinner or something, and just simply tell her, rather than risk her walking in on us or something." Jane raised an eyebrow, smilng.
"How is it you always know what I'm really trying to say?" Maura smirked, walking beneath an archway riddled with lovely vines.
"Because I understand you." She turned to see a large tree, envelopes trailing from its branches. "An Emu Tree?" She asked, and Jane furrowed her brow.
"What's an Emu Tree?" The doctor chuckled, running her free hand over the rough bark.
"You write down your wishes, and hang them here. According to ancient text, its supposed to be a request from the God or Gods to help with clearing troubled times. I don't put much stock in wishing however, but it is an admirable tradition to bring to Boston, you don't find things like this often on the western hemisphere."
"So you're supposed to write wishes in these envelopes and hang them? That's it?" Maura nodded, her eyes flicking up to the empty, higher branches.
"Yea, pretty much. The best ones are always up high." They were silent for a moment. "Jane, what would you wish for?"
"Why?" Maura shugged.
"No reason, I'm just curious."
"I already have all I need."
Faith paused, shaking the fading details from her head. Where was all of this coming from? It was not witten down- not all of the things she felt as if she knew. This was not logical, not in the slightest. She flipped the pages, when another photo slipped out, landing face down on her lap. Curious, the woman turned it over, resting the book on the couch as she looked.
She knew one woman was Jane. But the other... She looked familiar. In fact, it looked like her.
"No." Faith whispered, shaking her head. She glanced behind her, rising to head towards the bathroom. "That isn't possible. None of this is possible." She paused at the mirror, glancing down at the photo, before looking back up to her own reflection. She shook her head. It just couldn't be. She held it up, staring at both all at once. It couldn't be; but it was. Faith ran a hand through her hair. "Oh my God, what happened to me?"
Jane slid into the black dress, glancing at herself in the mirror briefly before she came out of the bathroom. The dress fell to about her mid- thigh, and she pulled it up slightly to wrap her badge around one leg, clipping her gun holster around the other. It didn't fit as nicely around her leg as her own did, but she supposed it would have to do. She wore dark make- up, with a slightly darker shade of red lipstick than she normally wore. Her hair was glossy, even, and when she stepped out, Nat looked her over, before nodding her ascent on the detective' appearance. Frost approached her, sliding the tracking bracelets over her wrist, wireless communicator attached to the inside of them also.
"What's the plan for tonight?" She asked, voice taking on its seductive, commanding note. Nat stepped forward again, headset in place on her.
"I'll be main communication, with Frost also keeping an eye on the connection." She stated, before looking up to the screens. "We'll all be watching the visual, so if you need back up, we'll be ready. Good luck." The taller woman nodded, stepping towards the elevator to catch her ride. She was no longer Jane, homicide detective. She was Amy Othran now.
The blonde slipped her feet into one of her more comforable pairs of six- inch black heels, running towards the guest house. She had called Jane, getting no answer. And she didn't like what that could possibly mean. She paused at the door, before knocking loudly. She waited again, fidgeting, then knocked again, louder. It was important. The door finally flew open.
"What the Hell is going on at this time of- oh, Faith. Come in." Angela stepped back, when the woman shook her head.
They were there for the fourth of July, a party that Angela was throwing. Not that it wasn't being thrown at Maura's house or anything. Not that the medical examiner minded, she loved the Rizzoli family, and this meant she would be spending the whole day with Jane. Speaking of which, the two of them were carrying some of the extra groceries into the kitchen at this very moment. They had planned on helping the italian woman cook but she had sent them out for groceries.
"Oh good, good!" Angela stated, sifting through the ingredients that the two of them set out quickly; emptying the reusable canvas bags that were better for the environment than plastic shoprite ones. "Would the two of you just go and check the decorations outside really quick, and then begin setting up the drink tables? The boys should be almost done setting up the fireworks." Jane and Maura glanced at one another, sharing a look. Maura nodded, slipping her hand into Jane's.
"Actually, ma', we have something that we have to tell you. We probably should have told you earlier, but I just... I didn't know how." The older woman turned around, pausing in her cooking as she looked at the two girls. "Ma', Maura and I, we're... Well... I don't know, I guess-"
"We're together." Maura finished, squeezing her girlfriend's hand reassuringly. They were hoping that Angela would take the news well. But they were still nervous; the woman had a tendency to go off about the smallest things. She raised a hand to her chest, eyes watering. Maura felt Jane tense briefly, before the woman threw her arms around both women.
"Finally! I'm so happy for the both of you!" Jane released the breath she had been holding, smiling broadly. Then Angela pulled back, her face turning serious again. "Janie, this does not mean that you are off the hook about grandchildren." Maura laughed.
"Angela, I have the most important favor to ask you, as of this moment in time." The woman's brow furrowed, and she nodded, taking the other woman's hands.
"Whatever I can do, sweetie. What is it?" The blonde looked over to the car that was parked there.
"I need to find Jane, can I borrow your car?" Angela tilted her head briefly, before nodding.
"Of course, whatever you need! What happened?" The blonde took the keys, turning towards the car as she answered.
"Just a misunderstanding! And I have to make it right before its too late!" She paused, hand resting on the door. "Oh, and Angela." Jane's mother turned back towards the other woman.
"My name isn't Faith. Its Maura."
AN- Here's the next chapter! So I left a present for the woman that owns the barn, right? And I signed it from her horse (long story) and she hasn't found it yet... You would not believe how antsy everyone in on the gift is! We're all like "Lets listen to Saints Row OST- we can't deal with this suspense." I can't wait for her to find it, she's had such a bad past couple of days.
Anyway, more importantly! The story is reaching its final furlongs of its run finally! Now its all answers, and less questions... Also, IllThinkOfSomethin10 is writing the story "Three Wishes" off of a challenge I gave he, so you guys should be my pals and go and check it out! Also, we're starting the co- op piece "Boston is Burning", which will be posted under my name asap! Check us out!
"When Good Heists Go Bad"
~SnapTobiume