Title: Uprising 7/8
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.
There will be only one more part and that's it for this one. Again, there is a lot of dialogue but it is needed. I've tried to keep it stimulating. I don't want anyone BORED! Please don't hesitate to let me know what you think. Also, if you are interested in reading my published work check out Forever Mine at L-Book ePublisher. Please please show me some love and always leave feedback and let me know what you think.
Jane shuffled the bags and the cup holder into the same hand to answer her cell phone.
"Yeah?"
"What no coffee this morning? I just walked in and noticed you weren't at your desk." Frost said.
"Well, did you bother to look on your own desk?" Jane asked in return.
"Hmm, well no."
"Doubting me already, Frost?"
"Perish the thought. I brought breakfast too. The bakery around the corner has killer apple fritters."
"I know. They have killer croissants too." Jane's mouth watered.
"Aww, you already ate?"
"Not yet. Hopefully as soon as I get off the phone with you."
"Where are you?" Frost asked.
"Heading toward the morgue."
"Ugh, Jane don't eat on that table! I don't care how much they sterilize it."
Jane laughed. "I'd eat off the floor if Maura wanted me to."
"Are we still talking about food?" Frost asked. Jane could hear the laughter hidden in his tone.
"Yes, you ass. I was a bad girl last night, and I'm thinking I need to make up for it." Jane couldn't hide the smile in her voice.
"A bad ..bad girl or a BAD…bad girl?"
"The second one." Jane answered.
Frost chuckled. "Mind giving me details? Might perk me up better than the coffee."
"That would be a no. Listen, while I love shooting the breeze with you, Maura is a hell of a lot more good looking."
"Yeah, yeah. See you in a little bit."
"Give my apple fritter to Korsak. We've been neglecting him lately." Jane added.
"Will do."
Jane let her cell phone drop into her free hand before closing it and putting it back in her pocket. She pushed the doors to the morgue open.
It was empty save the sterility, folded white sheets and gleaming stainless steel.
Jane's eyes strayed towards Maura's office to see the women in question smiling and nodding on the phone. Jane found her target and aimed for it.
After setting the bags and coffee on the edge of the ME's desk, Jane threw herself in a seat.
"Addison, I have to go Jane's here."
Jane listened with one ear and tried her best not to growl or hiss.
"Addison! I'll talk to you next week. " Maura paused. "Okay in a couple of days."
The office went quiet as their eyes met.
Jane noted the soft blush forming on Maura's cheeks. "Sleep well, doc?" She lifted an eyebrow and could not fight the smirk easing past her lips.
Maura's eyes narrowed. "Jane… are you trying to drive me insane?" Her tone was equal parts indignant and amused.
"No crazier than I am at the moment. I brought croissants."
"And that just makes up for everything?" Maura reached for the bag. Her eyes closed as the smell wafted toward her. "Did you get strawbe—"
"In the bag."
"Well , sense you remembered that I guess you're forgiven." Maura grinned.
Maura buttered the croissant with a plastic knife before slathering it with strawberry preserves. Jane watched elegant hands at work and she swallowed wondering where those hands were last night. "Hmm, maybe you should hold off. There's no telling what I have planned next."
Maura glanced up and paused in her preparation of breakfast. "Jane…I. We can't keep doing this. In fact, why are you doing this?"
"I want you to be clear about what I want…you."
"That has been painfully obvious…painfully." A ghost of grin passed Maura's lips. "I've never hidden how I feel, and I won't now. I need more. Every time I reached out to you…you ran, and I'm supposed to believe you won't now?" She passed the pastry to Jane.
"I'm the one chasing now, Maura. Remember?"
"That doesn't prove anything." Maura whispered. Her eyes were tinged with sadness.
"I'm aware of that…painfully aware." Jane's lips turned upward briefly before falling again at the seriousness of the moment. Jane removed the lid off one of the coffees dumping in two creams and one sugar before pushing it toward Maura.
Maura's eyes shined back at her as she took a sip of her perfectly prepared drink.
"I'm not done yet, Maura. Not by a long shot."
"I'm aware of that also."
"Painfully?"
Maura nodded.
"Good. Just so we're clear." Jane bit into the pastry and chewed slowly. "So, this Addison woman. You've never mentioned her before, and let me add. I'm really glad she's gone." She smiled sweetly.
For a brief moment, Jane thought that Maura was going to roll her eyes, but it was not to be. A long sigh escaped instead.
"She's a friend from med school. We usually only talk a couple of times a year, but she was here on a consult."
"By friend, you mean ex-lover."
"I would think that was obvious."
"Pain—"
"Jane!"
"All right I'm done. Moving on." Jane bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling. "What are you doing for lunch?"
"Hopefully, eating." Maura answered.
"With me?"
"That depends." Maura countered.
"On?" Jane asked.
"If you're going to be good or not."
"I don't know if I'm going to be good yet." Jane let the sentence hang in the air as she smirked slowly. She watched as awareness sprang to life in Maura's eyes and loved every second of it.
"You are incorrigible."
"I know. I'll do my best to keep my hands to myself. Promise." Jane stood and wiped crumbs off her shirt. "Especially… if I get my fill now."
"Jaaane." Her name was a breathless rush from Maura's lips.
"Just one kiss." Jane held up a finger as she ambled toward the other side of the desk.
"I don't think that's possible for you…for us."
Jane grasped the arm of Maura's chair and leaned forward. "Are you comparing me to potato chips?" She asked with an eyebrow arched.
The confounded expression on Maura's face was irresistible. "Wha—"
The word ended in a whimper.
Jane brushed her lips over Maura's softly, teasingly. It took every ounce of willpower not to deepen the embrace. Reluctantly, she began to move away.
The hands she had admired earlier knotted in her shirt and yanked her back down. They were a millimeter apart, breathing each other. "What about my fill?" Maura husked.
A throat cleared.
Maura's eyes widened and she dropped her hands hurriedly, expecting Jane's retreat.
Not this time and never again. Not bothering to turn, Jane held up a hand stopping the visitor's speech and further advancement into the office. "Maura?"
Eyes that held confusion and pain met Jane's.
Sliding her hand around Maura's neck, Jane did not stop until she reached the tiny hairs at her nape. Tilting Maura's head back, Jane leaned in and placed a kiss that was softer and more reverent than the last on Maura's lips.
Eyes that held pain before now held wonder.
"I'll see you at lunch," Jane murmured then smiled.
On her way out of the office, Jane nodded at Maura's assistant, ignoring his apparent scowl of distaste. A few seconds later, the doors swooshed behind her.
Her smile remained.
Maura spent the remainder of her morning floating significantly above cloud nine. Still, her happiness was tentative bolstered with the essence of hope. There had been no fear from Jane, no hesitancy. Suddenly, Noon seemed like a continent away. Time moved at a snail's pace and did not improve even when her work phone began ringing.
Today, death was an inconvenience for Dr. Maura Isles.
If she had been a woman custom to foul language, Maura would have been using it in spades. Instead she settled for a sigh of frustration as she gathered needed materials for a grim destination.
When Maura reached the crime scene, it was wrapped in the unearthly glow of blue and red despite the rays of the sun. Yellow police tape dotted the area like confetti quartering off the entrance to the basement apartment. Large amounts of people stood by as onlookers while a select few got their fifteen minutes with the help of hungry news reporters. Maura flashed her credentials to the green looking officer and bent over just enough to ease underneath without disturbing the barrier.
Maura breezed past officers in uniforms as well as familiar faces. She entered the small living room. It was dark despite the daylight and unpleasantly dank. She pulled on gloves and smiled at Korsak who pointed her toward the back.
Frost was the first to spot her. He smiled and gave her a wink even though his skin was a few shades paler than usual. Jane stood tall seeming to loom over everyone like some legendary figure. As if feeling eyes on her, Jane turned.
Her smile cut through the darkness surrounding them. Maura could not help but reflect the expression back to her. Maura bit her lip. The flutter in her chest left her lightheaded. "Uhm, what do we have here?"
"A dead body." Jane deadpanned.
"Jane." Maura's tone was one of exasperated affection.
"Okay, a dead body with a knife sticking out of his chest. A very big knife."
"That much is obvious." Maura muttered.
Jane smirked. "Painfully?"
Maura sighed for the millionth time that day and tried vehemently to hide her smile.
Frost watched them looking back and forth as if caught in the world's best tennis match. The grin on his face could only be described as pleasantly goofy.
"Is something wrong?" Maura asked him.
He clapped them both on the shoulder. "I'm just happy that you guys are happy."
"Oh geez." Jane rolled her eyes.
"Well, okay then…to work." Maura added airily. What a strange little man.
Hours later, Maura peered down at the grisly sight marring her table, and began swabbing underneath his fingernails. "I'm sure a few more hours wouldn't have made a difference to you, Mr. Taylor."
Maura dispensed of the probably evidence and continued her external evaluation. "I was really looking forward to lunch."
Her assistant entered carrying a vase filled with several of the most delicate orchids she had ever seen. "I'll put this in your office. I'm sure it's from your …friend." He spit the words out as if they were spoiled, rancid.
"Potential lover, actually." Maura stated proudly as she watched him walk briskly toward her office then out again. "You should try an alternative lifestyle Paul. It may help dislodge the obstruction in your anus."
His mouth dropped open and his eyes widened. "Dr. Isles, I—"
Her gaze fell back to the corpse. "You may go."
She was alone with death again, and with people like that around, it was the way she preferred it.
Maura removed her gloves and rolled shoulders that felt decidedly lighter. Curiosity got the better of her and she headed straight for her office. Maura stopped in the doorway and soaked in the beauty before her. The flesh of the flowers were the deepest purple she had ever seen and it filled the room with a soft, lilting perfume. Eager to read the card, Maura entered the rest of the way.
Doc,
I almost sent a funeral wreath but decided to ditch funny and go with sweet instead. It sucks about lunch, but will make it up to you tonight. Promise. Jane
Maura sprawled into the chair Jane had been in hours earlier. She brought a hand to her racing heart. Cliché displays of affection had habitually meant very little to her. In the past few seconds, Maura had discovered that the person behind the cliché meant the most… meant everything.
Maura started at the ringing of the doorbell. She threw The New York Times on the table and moved toward the sound. It was nearly ten, and Maura had given up hope that the detective was going to make an appearance. She had been disappointed but still understood. Homicide had a new case after all. Maura retied the robe around her and smoothed her hair back.
Maura opened the door and was pleasantly surprised to see Jane smirking back at her. "Surprise." Dark eyes glittered. "You didn't think I was coming."
"You had a new case and a lot of leg work."
"I promised, Maura. I would have come over if it had been 3a.m."
Maura backed away from the door, allowing entrance. "And I would have let you." The smell of sandalwood surrounded her. She shivered. She let out a surprised yelp as arms enveloped her in a warm hug. Maura closed her eyes, devouring the heat and bathing in Jane's scent. Strong hands caressed her back. Every muscle in Maura's body melted.
"Mmm, you feel so good. Did you like the flowers?"
Maura nodded as she squeezed tighter. She tried to swallow the overwhelming ball of emotion. "I've missed this…being around you, talking and laughing."
A kiss brushed Maura's forehead. "Me too. I'm sorry I made you take it away."
"Don't do it again?" Maura asked.
"I won't." Jane answered.
"Promise?"
"Yes. Believe me?" Jane added.
"Almost." Maura said quietly.
"That's good enough for right now." Jane pulled back far enough to peer in Maura's eyes. Their forehead's touched right before their lips did. The kiss was soft but scorching. Maura's stomach twisted into a thousand knots. She whimpered when their tongues touched wetly. Maura wound her hands through dark hair, knowing the intensity was about to rise to an astronomical level.
Jane wrenched away from her, panting. "Go get dressed." Her voice was hoarse and deeper than usual.
Flustered, Maura looked up at Jane in puzzlement. "Excuse me?" She stepped away from the embrace, missing it instantly.
"Were you getting ready for bed?"
"No, but—"
"Get dressed. Something casual… as casual as you can manage that is," Jane said with a trademark smirk.
"Why can't we stay—"
"We can't, Maura. I won't be able to keep my hands off you." Jane's eyes glinted dangerously, promising things that set her blood on fire.
Maura exhaled shakily. "I-I could always say no."
Jane took a step toward her. Maura's breathing became ragged, and her eyes fell to kiss swollen lips.
"You wouldn't." Jane whispered. It wasn't a question but a statement of fact.
Maura swallowed and moved away from the wall heat and need before her. "I'll go get dressed."
Maura peered discreetly at her companion as they sauntered up to what looked to be a bar. "Is there some particular reason this place is called Blue?"
"No idea. I've only been here once."
Two laughing women walked around them briskly, heading for the door.
"Do they have amazing beer or something?"
Jane shrugged. "All I had was Coke."
"Hmm, would you mind throwing me a bone, Jane?" Maura asked after coming to a complete stop.
Jane chuckled, "Sorry." She reached out and linked their hands. "Just hold on you'll see."
A pleasant tingle inched its way up Maura's arm as they entered the bar hand in hand.
Maura's eyes widened. She had expected to see the familiar flow of officers and detectives, but there was only a sea of women. Shock stopped her cold once again. "Jane?"
"Yes?"
"How did you find this place, and what were you doing here?"
"Research?" Jane murmured. "With Frost."
"What? Frost?"
Jane nodded sheepishly.
"I think we need to stop at the bar. I need a drink." Maura examined her environment. It did indeed have the appearance of the basic watering hole with pool tables, televisions, and music.
Reaching the bar, they sat next to each other. Maura's order was about to slip past her lips.
"Well, if it isn't the good girl." The bartender said directly to Jane.
Maura watched in fascination as Jane blushed from the attention.
"Uh yeah. I'll have a beer and she'll have a vodka cranberry."
The drinks materialized. Maura brought the glass to her lips all the while watching intently.
"Where's your flamboyant friend?" The bartender asked.
Maura choked.
Jane laughed outright and pointed in her direction. "I traded up."
Maura wanted to squirm as two sets of eyes roamed over her. She smoothed a hand over the silky grey blouse and charcoal colored slacks.
"Gotta be hard being a good girl with that one."
"You have no idea." Jane muttered.
Maura choked again. She was knee deep in the unknown. More data was definitely needed to shed light on the situation.
The blond bartender cackled. "First round is on me ladies. Take your pick of tables. It's slow tonight."
Maura slid primly into a booth, and she was not surprised when Jane eased in beside her.
"Jane, I have a few questions." Maura felt a strange combination of intrigue and trepidation.
"I would be surprised if you didn't." Jane dug into the provided bowl of pretzels.
Maura ignored the possible germ implication for more important matters. As the question formed in her mind, apprehension clawed at her throat. "Was this research you did hands on in nature?"
Jane chewed slowly on another pretzel as a smile took over her face. "Are you asking me if I picked anyone up?"
Maura looked down in her drink, embarrassed by the pang of jealousy. "I have no right, but yes."
A warm hand encased her own, making her glance upward again. Dark eyes dripped with sincerity. "You have every right, and no I didn't. It was a type of abstract research to see if I felt comfortable feeling comfortable in front of Frost."
Titling her head to the side, Maura processed and dissected the sentence. Relief flooded her. "It was a success I take it, and I guess that explains the new closeness between you and him."
"Yes it was, and he's a good guy. I don't know many who would pretend to be a flaming queen."
Maura opened her mouth to ask.
"No, no." Jane waved her hand. "You have to see it. There is no way I can describe it. We'll have to bring him here one day, and see if he would do a repeat performance."
Mirth assaulted Maura. She grinned and shook her head. "Maybe you two should be supervised when out together."
"Could be." Jane added with a smile.
Emotion swelled between them as their gazes caught and held.
"I've never met anyone that consistently kept me off balance like you do." Maura said.
"Is that a bad thing?"
"I thought so at first, but I think I like being so out of control. It's refreshing."
"Good." Jane reached out tracing Maura's jaw with her fingertips. "I like it this way."
Maura's sense of humor was assailed by naughty thoughts. "How do you know which way you like it?"
"Oh, I'll take it anyway you want to give it to me." Jane deadpanned.
"Slow, deep and easy?" Maura asked as she turned, kissing Jane's palm.
"I don't think that's possible for us right now. Hard and fast … has its advantages." Jane's eyes darkened to predatorial intensity.
"Y-yes it does. Did Google tell you that?" Maura's blood caught fire.
"It didn't tell me anything, but there's some interesting pictures and videos I came across in my research."
"Was there something…that caught your eye?" Maura's hand circled Jane's wrist. Her tongue snaked out flicking a fingertip and tasting left over salt.
Jane gasped. "Everything."
"Everything? W-we can't do…everything."
"We could…take a week off and keep water and snacks by the bed."
Maura smiled around the heady mix of humor and arousal. "The world would go mad without us."
"Believe me. I wouldn't give a flying fuck." Jane's gaze lowered to Maura's lips. She closed the distance between them.
Sandalwood and heat overwhelmed Maura's senses, but the demanding brush of lips sent her soaring. Everything around them dissolved into nothingness. Maura whimpered as Jane's tongue slid teasingly over her own. She buried her hands in dark locks, pulling Jane closer.
Inside her skin wouldn't even suffice.
Needing to regain the breath that had been stolen, Maura ended the embrace with a moan. Their lips still clung hotly as sanity slowly returned. They parted reluctantly and panting slightly.
Jane smiled. "Enjoying yourself?"
Still speechless, Maura only nodded. The puzzle of her life had been completely scattered as of late, but now each piece was slowly adhering itself perfectly.