The New Detective
Chapter 3
Feeling
Once Maura showed me the guest room and around the house we had made our way back towards the kitchen, as we walked in see an older lady in her mid-50s, she had dark brown hair and warm brown eyes, she was sitting at the counter in the kitchen, as we got close she turned to fully face us, a suspicious look taking over her face, I look over to Maura to see the look of surprise.
"Oh" Maura says in a light voice, "I didn't know know if you would have still been awake Angela" she gives her a small smile, Angela looked at us, lips pursed,
"I just got here actually dear, I hope I'm not interrupting anything..?" She put her hands on the counter helping herself get off of the seat, she then made her way towards us, eyeing us suspiciously once again,
"Oh no Angela, this is my friend Detective Gunther Beale, she just started at BPD" the tall blonde explained as she looked at me and smiled warmly, "and Gunther this is Angela Rizzoli, Janes mother"
"It's very nice to meet you Mrs Rizzoli" I smile as I put my hand out to shake hers, but this was rejected and replaced with a bear hug,
"No need for that young lady I only accept hugs" she laughs, this made her eyes shine brightly, "so what ae the two of you up to tonight?" she questions,
"Well we were just about to eat Angela" Maura speaks up, pointing towards the food sitting on the counter, she smiles at the older woman as realization hits the brunette,
"Oh well I'll leave you ladies to it" with that she was making her way out of the house, this caused Maura to release a sigh of relief.
"Let's eat shall we?" Maura suggests I nod before walking towards the food, placing my wine glass back on the counter, Dr isles grabs the plates she had previously set out and passed them to me as I placed the respective foods on each of our plates, black bean beef and noodles for me, and the blonde had honey chicken with fried rice, I shared the prawn chips between the two of us. I handed the doctor her plate and followed her to the lounge.
As we ate in silence I could feel Maura's eyes on me, I tried to ignore it but I couldn't help myself, I placed a fork full of noodles in my mouth, one noodle had been hanging out as I looked to her, she looked embarrassed to be caught, I smiled as much as I could with the food in my mouth, I winked then slurped the noodle into my mouth, making her cringe, covering her mouth as she giggled at me, I turn to her once I finished chewing.
"Thank you Dr Isles, I know you didn't have to let me stay I really appreciate it" she smiles leaning closer to me hand out raised towards me,
"it's okay Gunther I don't mind the company" she smiles, the her finger swipes across my nose leaving me confused, she laughs as she shows me her thumb, "you had sauce on your nose" I couldn't help but laugh at the situation,
"Oh yea? Well…"I dip my finger into the noodles and poke her nose, "you have sauce on your nose to Dr Isles" she had the look of mock horror as she rubs her nose, I place my plate on the table,
"I can't believe you just did that" she says jokingly, smile on her face,
"Well I just did, what cha gonna do about it?" I mock, grinning as i try and contain my laughter, she leans in close, leaning over me, we had nearly been nose to nose, she had this look in her eyes that made her pupils dilate, a smirk full of mischief set on her face, she leans in,
"This" she whispers as she smeared sauce over the left side of my face, I couldn't believe it, all I could do was lay there and laugh with the older woman.
I get up and collect our plates, after we had finished eating I had declared that I was doing the dishes, ignoring Maura's words, I was the guest and I was doing the dishes, that was final,
"I think I'm going to head to bed" I say as I look over to her, she was sitting at the bench, watching me do the dishes, she smiles and nods, trying to hold back a yawn,
"I think I'll be doing the same, thank you for cleaning, you really didn't have to" she says sincerely, I wave my hand,
"no no its okay" I walked around the counter to stand to the side of her, "good night Maura I'll see you in the morning" I smile and squeeze her shoulder, she grabs my hand and gives it a small squeeze before she lets go and I make my way towards the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth, today was a great start, I look to my watch and notice the time as I lay in bed, 11pm it reads, I sigh as I roll onto my left side and fall asleep.
MAURAS POV
God she is so charming, I couldn't help but think this as I spent most of my day with Gunther, she was smart, respectful and now at dinner I can see how she was careful to not drop any food on my couch, or how she sat up straight and didn't slouch no matter what, but her right hand, she always instinctively hid it, I wonder why, but all I could think of was how perfect this woman was, she made me feel relaxed, at home.
"Well I just did, what cha gonna do about it?" the younger woman fake mocks me as I wipe away the sauce from my nose, I smile to myself, I don't know what had taken over me but the next thing I knew I had been leaning over Gunther, we had been so close, nose to nose even, I could feel her breath hit my face, I had to convince myself not to kiss the younger woman, I don't know what was wrong with me, instead of kissing her I decided to smear some sauce over her face, this shocked even me, I Maura isles does not play with her food, this was so not like me, I couldn't believe how relaxed this detective has gotten me, and I kind of enjoy being able to let loose, break some rules.
After our little food fight we had playfully argued about the dishes, in which Gunther had won, as she reached for my plate I caught a glimpse of he left arm, where there was a large scar that made its way along the top side of her arm, following the bone, I tried my hardest not to show my shock, but this had caught me of guard, how could she have gotten such a scar?
Once we had both cleaned up and made our way to our beds I stayed up to compartmentalize my thoughts and feelings, how could she have gotten that scar? Why does she make me feel like a teenager again? I shouldn't get butterflies over a girl 10 years younger than me, my thoughts drift back to her scar, should I look at her records? Or would that be over stepping? Maybe I should just let it be until she tells me herself, at the end I decided to leave it alone, and to focus on this wave of feelings I now had.
GUNTHERS POV
I hate nightmares is all I can say.
I shot up out of bed, covered in a cold sweat, out of breath, I had been breathing heavily, I had to steady my breathing, it took me a while but it had steadied before I laid back down, I had been having the same nightmare for years, and no matter what I couldn't shake it, it wouldn't leave me or my thoughts alone, I glance at my right arm where my watch sits,
'04:37am'
I groan, there was no way I'd be sleeping now, it was to early to be up, but too late to fall back asleep, I roll out of bed and get changed into some shorts and a tight navy blue singlet, grabbing my iPod out of my bag and head out to clear my head, a jog will help, it always does.
I shuffle my iPod as I run out the door, making sure it was locked behind me, after 2 hours pass I decided to head back to Maura's home, my legs were burning and felt like jelly, but I couldn't care one bit, I felt a lot better, my head was clear. As I walked through Maura's front door I was greeted with the sight of Maura and detective Rizzoli, they were sitting at the counter, talking and sipping at their coffee, as Maura heard the door close behind me she looked up and smiles, they had stopped talking now.
"Good morning Gunther" she greets warmly, eyes sparkling. I walk over, taking my ear phones out,
"morning Maura, detective" I look at them both a small smile on my face, trying to catch my breath, I then grab a cup from the cupboard near the fridge, before making my way to the tap where I fill it with water, drinking the whole thing,
"How was your run?" Jane asks annoyed at her mere presence, Maura slaps her arm at her tone,
"It was okay" I look at Maura and smile, "I'm going to have a shower" and with that I smile and make my way to my room.
JANES POV
I unlock the door to Maura's house, this was normal routine for us, I make my way to her coffee machine, I get to work on making us coffee on her ridiculous coffee machine, it was confusing so many buttons, and after several attempts I had finally got it,
"The things I do" I mutter as I make my way to the fridge, tripping over bass, "god damn it bass! Watch it" I grumble rubbing my sore butt,
"tortoise" Maura corrects as she walks into the kitchen, her robe wrapped around her, "and please jane it wasn't basses fault, you simply weren't looking where you were going" she smiles over to me as she sips her coffee, she bends over to pat basses shell, the smirks up at me,
"your welcome for the coffee by the way" I reply sarcastically as I take a seat at the counter, she looks at me as she takes a seat next to me, looking into her coffee with a teasing smile,
"it isn't instant is it?" she laughs as I push her shoulder gently and smile shaking my head,
"yes Maura I spent a good 15 minutes slaving over your complicated coffee machine to make you instant" I wink at her as she laughs at me, I laugh with her, taking a sip I ask about her day yesterday since I didn't see her after I dropped Beale with hr in the afternoon.
After us talking and catching up after 10 minutes the person we had been talking about waked through the door, Detective Gunther Beale, I couldn't help but be rude, I looked over at Maura once Beale had left for a shower,
"What the hell Maura" I say annoyed already, yes I may have been jealous but so what? Maura had let a complete stranger into her home,
"oh yes, I might of forgotten to mention ive offered for her to stay a few nights until her place was sorted" she looks as me with a small smile and a twinkle in her eye I hadn't seen before, but it was soon gone as she leaned in close and lowered her voice, "and that reminds me, she has a scar on her arm Jane, it looks concerning Jane"
"Maura" I huff,
"No Jane please just make sure she's okay?" she asked, nearly pleaded, I nod before I reply,
"What do you want me to do Maur? Force the girl to tell me? If she's comfortable with you om sue she will open up eventually, don't push her" I advised, knowing what it was like to not want to talk about my scars, Maura looks down at her hands, playing with her fingers,
"Okay" she says, this ended the conversation as she stands up smile on her face as she announces she should get ready.