Title: Uprising 5/8
Fandom: Rizzoli and Isles
Pairing: Jane Rizzoli/Maura Isles
Spoilers: No...not really
Rating: R to NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I'm just playing around with them for a while.
Summary: Jane and Maura have come to a crossroads concerning their relationship. Maura decides to push things along her own way.
Please please show me some love and always leave feedback and let me know what you think. I can't express what it means.
Jane chewed on the eraser end of a pencil as she peered at the computer screen. She knew the advent of electronic mail was a worldwide phenomenon, but today it was as useless as balls on a doll. She rolled her eyes and hit the delete key with exaggerated emphasis, all the while deciding that her brother was a complete moron for sending her fake nude pictures of Angelina Jolie.
It did serve its purpose however. For a brief moment, her mind strayed from her own dilemma. Still, Jane was having a hard time even putting it in that category.
She knew what she wanted.
She knew who she wanted.
But, she had no idea how to get it.
Frustration was a colossal understatement for how she felt at the moment.
Coffee materialized on her desk. She glanced at in gratefully then looked up to see her partner. Frost's grin was wide and his eyes twinkling.
Jane sighed. "Yes?"
"I guess it worked. You don't look like ass anymore."
"Why thank you."
"You're very welcome." He paused. "So?" Frost asked, punching her lightly in the shoulder.
Jane raised an eyebrow. "Soo?"
"Sooo, what's your plan?"
"For what?" Jane asked genuinely confused.
"Too much caffeine or something? What are you going to do about Dr. Isles?" He said the last part in a whisper while leaning toward her.
"So what are we? Best girlfriends or something?"
"Nooo!" Frost squealed much like he did a couple of nights before.
They both looked around, panning the room for onlookers.
"All I'm saying is you can't just sit around. You have to go do something. So what are your plans?"
Jane threw her pencil down and leaned back in her chair. Her lips quipped with mirth. "I thought I'd just show her my tits. Did you have something else in mind?"
They both peered down at her chest.
"They're nice Jane, but I don't know. How about you just go talk to her?"
"Well what the hell do I say?" Jane asked in exasperation. "I've never done this before."
"I don't know. If I did, I probably wouldn't be single."
"Huh, good point. So why did you come over here again?"
"I— Shit. Korsak's looking over here act normal." Frost sat on her desk.
Jane rolled her eyes and sighed. "He's not going to be able to tell you were a queen the other night."
"Really? You think so?"
Jane stared at him for several seconds.
Frost laughed nervously. "Ah, okay, but seriously did you forget what we walked in on?"
Jane reached for her coffee. She closed her eyes while she took a sip. There was no way she could forget it. The image was haunting. It floated on her conscious as if it had been permanently burned into a vital section of her brain. "No, I don't think I ever will." Her voice was thick, hoarse.
"So you're just sitting here while they get closer." Frost's tone was accusing.
"I fucked up, Frost, and hurt her. Really bad. I have no idea how to make up for it."
"You gotta start somewhere. Things can't get any worse."
"Yes, it can. She could tell me to fuck off."
"She wouldn't. Well, not in those words anyway."
Jane almost smiled. "Yeah, I know."
"At least you would know where you stand."
"Why do you care anyway?" Jane asked, truly perplexed.
Frost smiled again, but it was tinged with sadness. "You don't let something like this get away from you."
Jane nodded in understanding. "You've got a story to tell?"
"Maybe and maybe I'll tell it to you someday over a beer."
"Okay, I'll go talk to her and try not to make a bigger ass of myself."
"Nah, I think women like that."
Jane chuckled dryly. "We'll see."
Maura always liked the quiet of the morgue. It allowed her thoughts to flow and process, but today her head was not a place she wanted to be. The emotions bombarding her had left cavernous holes in her psyche.
There was no place to hide.
She peered down at her table at the body of a young woman. With cold precision, Maura wielded the scalpel and made a perfect Y incision.
The days without the detective had been some of the most harrowing she had ever experienced. It was like a physical pain that nothing, not even the offered comfort from a old friend, could erase. Since their last meeting, Maura had picked up the phone a thousand times vowing that she would settle for what little Jane had to offer.
Maura's heart would not allow it.
She picked up the rib spreader and placed it in the unknown woman's chest cavity. Within a few moments, the woman's heart was exposed.
Maura did not deal in irony, but she was aware of it. She looked down at the bloodless organ, and felt her own quiver in response.
Exposed.
The word fit perfectly.
One more blow would be the end of her.
She ignored the swishing sound of the doors opening and examined the young woman's insides with an expert's eye.
A familiar scent assailed her. Gloved hands gripped the sides of the metal table so hard her fingers were quickly becoming numb. Maura's heart thudded almost painfully against her ribcage, making breathing a near impossibility. Calm. Take slow deep breaths.
Maura refused the gaze that burned her.
The smell of sandalwood wafted closer, and the heat from Jane's body was piercing. Even with her eyes downward, Maura knew Jane was standing just on the other side of the table.
Not missing a beat, Maura picked up scissors and reached into the woman's chest. With a few quick snips, she held the heart in her hands. Turning away, she placed the organ on the scale.
"Maura."
Maura's body stiffened at the sound of her name. She wanted to believe that the longing she heard was genuine, but her heart was a liar.
"Maura, I—"
"I-I can't. I'm working."
"You can do that in your sleep. I just want a minute to talk."
The medical examiner noted the weight of the organ. She wanted to give Jane an eternity, but knew it would cost her too much. Maura looked up to see dark eyes pleading and hands shoved so deep within jean pockets they looked nonexistent.
Jane was nervous. Her face was drawn...her pallor sallow.
Maura had no choice but to give in a little. She was not heartless after all. Her body relaxed minutely. "I think I can spare a few."
She heard a loud release of breath. No, Jane was petrified.
Their gazes met. With the first tingle down her spine, Maura was the first to look away. The fear of getting lost there was almost overwhelming.
"I-I lost my best friend. I want her back. I-I want something back." Jane's voice was soft, reverent.
Maura swallowed. There were a million things she could say. They all flooded her mind in an instant, leaving her silent.
"Can't we just start again? I mean… I want—" Jane growled and pushed a shaking hand through her hair. "A lot has happened to me since—"
This is not happening. She can't be that selfish. Maura threw the scissors onto the table. They clattered loudly. Anger bubbled and exploded. Maura did not stop to process the rationality of it. "Do you really think this is all about you? It seems to me that in essence was the problem!" She was shocked at the vehemence in her own voice.
Jane's eyes widened and she held out her hands in a placating gesture. "I-I didn't mean for it to sound like that. Listen—"
"No! You listen. I can't go back, Jane. I don't know if I can do anything concerning you. I can't trust it. I can't trust you not to run scared and leave me. I. Just. Can't." Each word trembled from her lips.
"No, Maura. Things have changed! I—" Jane stepped around the table, moving closer. She reached out.
Jane's touch was deadly. Maura moved away quickly, bumping the scale. It swayed precariously. "Don't. I can't take it. I can't take this anymore. Maybe someday when I don't feel…maybe someday we can be friends again."
"Maura! That's—"
Maura peered at Jane, ignoring the pain and disbelief shining in her eyes to show the conviction in her own. "Please leave."
Jane deflated before her, but her eyes seemed to burn brighter than before. "We're not done, Maura. We are not done."
Maura was alone again. She picked up the discarded scissors and leaned over the corpse. Her hands trembled as she lowered them back inside the heartless gaping maw.
Maura picked at the salad, separating the arugula from the watercress. She could feel blue eyes boring into the top of her skull.
"We could have a liquid lunch instead?" The tone was amused but laced with concern.
Sighing, Maura glanced up at her lunch companion. "If I thought I could withstand it, I would." She smiled briefly. "I'm sorry I'm not good company, Addison."
"That's not the issue, and I completely understand. I only have two days left and I'm trying to figure out the best way to yank you from this funk."
"Time and space, I think are the only things that would be helpful."
Addison Montgomery's smirk was slow and lascivious. "I know what used to help when you were stressed."
Maura had the grace to blush.
"I see you're not denying it. Just think, we were kids back then just playing doctor in med school, and now we're women with a bevy of experience. My God, the damage we could do to each other." Addison's voice was low, breathy. "It may be exactly what you need. You're a very sexual person, Maura. I know you, and I bet you've been waiting for this woman forever. That means that you even contemplating sleeping with anyone felt like cheating to you."
Despite her mind screaming no, Maura's body ignited. Addison knew her well. "I don't know."
"Oh, come on. Remember how hot it was? I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about it from time to time. I was that day…that I kissed you as a matter of fact." Addison's grin was wicked. "You enjoyed every second of it."
"Yes, I did, but—"
"It will take the edge off. I think you're blinded by everything that's going on Maura. Pretty soon, it will start affecting everything you do."
Amused despite herself, Maura asked, "And fucking you will do that for me?" It was a word she detested in intelligent conversation, but at the moment, it was apropos. After all it was exactly what Addison wanted.
"Oh yeah and so much more." Blue eyes sparkled.
Maura shivered at the prospect. The safe thing to do was to laugh and wave the conversation away, but safety was not an issue any longer. Addison had been propositioning her in varying degrees since she arrived in town. There was only so much a woman could take.
She wondered if it would fill the emptiness even for a moment. For that moment, it would be worth it. "Come for drinks tonight. You'll have your answer then."
Maura stared at her reflection in the full length mirror. It was a strange sense of déjà vu, but this time she knew she had the power to effect the outcome. She smoothed a hand down the simple red dress. It clung in places where it counted and plunged in others leaving a tantalizing view of skin.
She had never been one to make snap decisions, but she was not herself tonight. The dress was synonymous with that. If need be, it was easily removed if she were indeed inclined to do so. Addison's proposal had teased her the entire day. It was a chance to take a step forward away from the chaos that surrounded her and find some stillness in the pleasure offered.
Jane was a lost cause.
It was a hard fact that needed facing.
It would pale in comparison to what her body craved, but it could indeed bank the fire that had steadily grown out of control. Maura had not gathered all the data needed to come to a conclusion but she intended to do so within the hour.
Her heart had defected long ago so Maura decided to trust her body in this instance.
Jane was a lost cause.
The door bell rang.
Maura passed by Bass on her way to the door. She rubbed his shell lovingly.
The door bell rang again.
Maura opened it to a stunning vision in green sporting a megawatt smile as an accessory.
Addison pulled her into a one arm hug. "God, you feel good."
Maura buried her face in the redhead's neck. Her scent like always was intoxicating. It would not cost her a thing to get lost in it. "So do you," Maura whispered.
Jane was a lost cause.
Addison ushered them both back inside and held up her gift. "I brought Champagne."
"We're celebrating?"
"That's up to you, but either way we're drinking it. I'll go put it on ice. Be right back."
Maura watched the sway of hips.
The door bell rang once more.
Maura's brow ruffled in confusion. Without a thought, she ambled toward the sound.
She opened the door.
Jane was… here.
The moment was surreal and colorful bursting with a thousand strokes of the brightest paint. Maura was out of place as of late and in allegiance with the dark.
Maura saw Jane's lips moving and began to drag herself back to reality.
"Is that her car, Maura? The woman you were kissing… is she here?"
Jane's presence was taut and commanding set off by the dark clothing and black leather jacket. Brown eyes were obsidian glistening with heat. Maura backed away from it all, having always been drawn like a moth to a flame.
Her hands suddenly itched to touch and her lips ached to taste.
Maura wanted to scream.
It seemed that even her rebelling body had finally abandoned her.
Strong hands wrapped around her upper arms, shaking her.
"Maura answer me!"
"Y-yes," Maura whispered huskily.
"If she's in your bed, so help me God. I can't be held responsible." Jane's expression was indignant. Her nostrils flared and her cheeks were flushed in a jealous rage.
Maura shuddered as an unexpected surge of arousal cut a volcanic swath through her body.
"Do you want her? Or is there something still between us?"
Using all her reserves, Maura clamped down on the need to arch into the body so close to her own and rub against her like a needy feline.
"Does she make you feel anywhere close to the way I did?" Jane's voice was husky, deep.
Something in it called to Maura. Her stomach clenched in a knot so tight. She had no choice but to cry out.
Jane's breath was suddenly ragged. "Does she make you feel this?"
Jane's hands wound in Maura's hair, yanking her head back and exposing her throat. Hot, moist lips left a scorching trail before teeth bit down savagely on her raging pulse point.
The pleasure was so thick it swallowed her whole.
A second cry was ripped from her throat, louder than the last.
The sound was muffled as Jane's lips claimed her own.
Jane did not ask for entrance.
Jane demanded it.
Her tongue plunged deep, filling Maura, owning her.
Maura clawed at Jane's shoulders in an attempt to pull her closer. Overwhelmed, she could only hold on.
The sound of the front door slamming did not break her haze.
The hard smack of cold, unforgiving wood against her back only heightened already over wrought senses.
Overheated hands found their way under Maura's dress, pushing it up to her waist. Jane's hands palmed her buttocks, squeezing and lifting .
Maura tore her mouth away and moaned unchecked as a jean covered thigh insinuated its way to her center.
Her hips jerked then began to grind furiously.
"Ahem, I can only hide in the kitchen for so long, you know."
It was the second time tonight Maura wanted to scream in frustration, and she was sure it wasn't going to be the last.
Addison always knew how to make an entrance.
Expecting Jane to step away, Maura was surprised when she remained pressed against her. It was a sign of ownership, Maura knew and for the moment she reveled in it. Suddenly, every inch of her body began to ache.
It was painful coming down from such a high.
Maura closed her eyes briefly before catching Jane's unwavering gaze.
Brown eyes were bottomless, making her feel as if they were the only beings in the universe. "I know what I want, Maura." Jane leaned forward brushing her lips against Maura's softly. "You have to decide if you can forgive me…believe in me because I'm not giving up."
Jane stepped away and turned toward the now silent Addison.
The redhead's expression was rakish, challenging, and Maura wondered what story Jane's face depicted.
Unsure of what else to do, Maura moved away from the door. Her legs quivered with each step.
Jane had come in raging like a lion but she left as quietly as a lamb.
Maura wanted to dissolve in a puddle on the floor, but she stared at the door instead, willing her heart to slow. Then, she turned slowly toward her friend.
Addison raised the Champagne flute toward her before draining it dry. She opened her mouth to speak.
"Not a word, Addison. Not a word."
She received a smirk in return.