Challenge Summary: You know its a slow day at work when you're argueing through facebook messages... Using only bad pickup lines. But things could be worse, right? ... Right?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, just playing around with the characters. Everything goes to its/their respective owners.
The car ride to Maura's house was an increasingly confusing one for Jane. Not because she didn't know where she was going, not at all. If she hadn't she might not have made it there at all. On the contrary, her hands seemed to make the turns themselves. The confusion came from the fact that she wasn't sure why she was headed to Maura's, wasn't sure when she had gotten in the car. She just knew she needed to see Maura.
Jane's tires screeched to a stop in front of the house that she had been in so many times. She stopped and took a deep breath. She couldn't let Maura see her in this overexcited mood. She would worry, or else think she had lost her mind. Jane looked in her rear-view mirror, trying to flatten her wild, dark hair, without success. She waited a few minutes until the flush in her face had gotten less noticeable. She finally stepped out of her car, realizing she was wearing her raggedy sweatpants, and a BPD t-shirt. She shrugged, knowing Maura didn't care what she was wearing.
Jane knocked on the front door to Maura's house. She waited for her to answer, and after about thirty seconds, she grabbed her key, unlocked the door, and walked in, almost slamming into a very surprised Maura, with a seemingly even more surprised man standing behind her. Jane looked at them in surprise, just barely keeping her jaw from dropping to the floor. What was going on? Why was this man here? She was surprised to feel a spike of jealousy jolt her body.
"Oh. Uh, sorry. Were you busy? Should I leave?" She could have smacked herself.
"Good job, Jane." She thought, "That was a graceful way to address the situation." Hold on. Situation? When had it become a situation?
"Oh, no, Jane. He was just leaving." Maura said, but there was an edge to her voice. She was angry? Jane had thought the drive coming here was confusing, but this was so much more so.
The man stepped around Maura. He glanced back at her, gave her a tiny nod, and left. He closed the door behind him, almost hitting Jane. Maura glared after him.
"I'm sorry you had to see that, Jane. He.. He is not at all the man I thought he was."
Jane started. Maura wasn't usually wrong about people, as she could read who they were from the way the muscles in their face moved.
"Oh." What a brilliant response.
"Yes. I thought he was a kind man. I was on a date with him. I told him my sink was broken, and he told me he had tried plumbing school, and got through some of it before he dropped out. I allowed him to come fix it. He started hitting on me, and I didn't realize it at first, but it got to the stage where he pushed me up against the counter and tried to kiss me. Can you believe it? Just like that! I pushed him away of course. Then yelled at him. My sink isn't fixed, and of course it isn't usable because he left it with the pipes and such on the floor. I told him that I thought it was time for him to leave. Then, that was where you came in."
Jane felt slightly relieved, but that was overshadowed by bursting outrage. How dare he try to kiss Maura without her permission?. Then again, how dare he kiss Maura at all? She shook her head. What right did she have to say who did and didn't have the right to kiss Maura?
Maura cleared her throat, and Jane realized she had been standing there, staring at her, with her mouth partway open.
"S-sorry, Maur. Do you want me to leave?"
She looked at me in horror, looking like she was about to burst into tears.
"No! That's the last thing I want you to do. I.. I want you to stay."