Innocence
Part 5
Jane pushed through her condo door. The clock on the microwave read 3:45am, a slow whining grown echoed throughout the room. She was beyond tired and the upcoming work day was going to start way too soon. A smile graced her lips as she thought of the evening spent with the mysterious Dr. Isles. Any tiredness she would have to suffer through was worth it, because tonight was proof that she did share a deep connection with Maura. Yes, their meet-cute was strange and almost illegal, but wow, the energy that wrapped around them was felt keenly on both sides.
Jane moved through her living room and headed into the bedroom. She stopped at the foot of her bed and stripped down to her boxers and undershirt. Jane took a moment to admire her new boxers. She found a site that sold fanciful women's boxers. The ones she was wearing now depicted Paris with the Eiffel Tower prominently displayed. The Tower itself was firmly planted down both legs, with the tower part going straight up the middle ending right below the waist band. The irony was not lost on her. With a chuckle, Jane went to the bathroom and readied herself for bed.
Lying in bed she studied her bedroom. It was calm, something she needed on a daily bases. Tonight was no different. Maura. Damn that woman could get her going. Never in her life had she bonded with anyone so quickly. It was both exhilarating and scary. She glanced at her bedside clock. 4am, it was way past her bedtime. With a deep breath she cleared her mind and gave in to Morpheus.
Time moved on and Jane and Maura grew closer and their feelings for one another grew deeper. After that first date night, they laid down some ground rules. Sex was the biggest discussion. They both felt that it was something to look forward to, but decided to build off the connection they had spiritually instead of the one they shared carnally.
At first, it was really hard to tamp down that sexual attraction and nurture the emotional side of their relationship. One night they were lying back on Maura's couch and kissing. Maura moved on top of Jane to be more comfortable, but what happened was anything but.
Once they felt their breasts connect, it was like a lightning strike to the groin. Before they could pull back, they both trembled as a climax tore through their bodies. They struggled not to move, but their desire would not be denied. Afterwards they held each other. It wasn't as if they had not both fantasized about it. On the other hand, it felt real good. That ache had been building had become almost painful, but now that the edge was taken off, it was a little more manageable. When Maura began to apologize, Jane shushed her with a sweet kiss and pulled her closer. When Maura finally relaxed, they both drifted off to sleep.
Since that night they spent the occasional sleep over with a sense of ease. They had never reached that level of frenzy again, however. Out of respect for their couple, they gently eased off when it became too intense.
Some nights they spent together work stuff would make rear its head and demand to be completed. Beyond all of that, both jobs were inundated with paperwork. Often Jane and she would spend a quiet evening after dinner taking care of said paperwork. Jane would study her latest case while Maura would grade her student's papers.
Since Maura had resumed her teaching position, she had a new outlook and promised to herself and silently to Jane, that she would never avail herself to the needy teenage sex pots that in the past had demanded her attention.
Their couple was working. They were good together and Maura vowed to do her best to ensure the growth of their relationship. Maybe one day Jane would agree to move in with her even. A girl could dream, right?
For the first time, Maura could admit, that she was happy without reservation.
One late fall morning at the precinct, Jane was talking with Korsak about their victim's family when Lt. Mezzler stomped into the room and threw a case file at Jane from across the table, interrupting their discussion on the assigned cold case. A chorus of censure rose from her fellow homicide detectives.
Mezzler paid no mind to any of it. He glared at Jane and took a deep breath.
"Rizzoli you fucked up. Grabbed that case file and meet me in Cavanaugh's office. Be sure it's now rather than later. Get moving or you can kiss your career goodbye!"
Jane immediately stood and followed Mezzler to her lieutenant's office. Mezzler all but slammed the door shut behind them. Sean was immediately up on his feet.
"What the hell?" Cavanaugh yelled at their intrusion.
"Sean I want you to pull Rizzoli off anything she is working on and put her on this case! Effective as of right now!"
"Now Eric, hold on, what's going on here?" Demanded an irate Sean.
Mezzler actually sneered at them.
"I'll tell you what's going on. This so called detective fucked up!"
"Okay, what case did Rizzoli botch and make sure it's solid because Jane is the best homicide detective that I have ever worked with."
"Well your Super Dick botched the case against Isles, the teacher over at Sandy Creek High School."
Jane dropped the folder as if it were made of highly corrosive acid.
"What the fuck Mezzler!?" Jane yelled.
"I'll tell you what the fuck Detective Jane Rizzoli, that bitch is preying on kids again," Mezzler said snidely. "Fucking little GIRLS, that's what she is doing…AGAIN!" The walls virtually shook with Mezzler's angered words.
Jane was horrified. Could Maura, her sweet Maura be a sexual predator? She opened the folder and read the statement a young girl had sworn to. It was all there in black and white. It named Doctor Maura Isles as the perpetrator.
Jane pulled herself together and looked at Cavanaugh. Her face must have shown more than she wanted it to.
"Rizzoli, take Korsak and Frost and do what you have to. Once you're done, you all can resume this cold case." Cavanaugh said quietly and dismissed her with a nod.
Jane walked out of her Lieutenant's office on wobbly legs and a breaking heart. Tonight instead of a quiet dinner and loving embraces, she was going to have to put the love of her life in jail.