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julieverne · 2 months

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When they'd first met, Maura had felt something inexplicable.

Irritation, sure.

But Jane found Maura in the morgue later, cutting up one of the Johns. Ate a whole Danish, propped in the doorway, robe draped over her skanky little skirt, makeup still plastered on her face, heels higher than Maura had ever worn. Her badge hung over the gown, and Maura didn't want to ask where she kept her gun.

But she did, and Detective Rizzoli had choked on her Danish and laughed, a sound so deep and pleasant that Maura let herself bathe in it for a moment, wondering if she would get an answer.

She never did, but instead she got the second Danish in the bag, sweet and glazed and full of complex carbohydrates.

She'd felt it then. A sense of being comfortable. She relaxed when Detective Rizzoli appeared for autopsies, and thanked her when she chased away that awful Crowe.

Jane always gave her a slanted grin, a raised eyebrow, and a promise that she'd ask the same of Maura one day.

Detective Rizzoli made the promotion to homicide she'd wanted.

"You know, this means we get to spend more time together," Jane told Maura, her voice low, as though they were co-conspirators. Something about Jane had Maura feeling like a giddy teenager, and Maura had never, ever been a giddy teenager. Maura looked up with her usual flat smile, seeing a flash of hurt behind Jane's eyes and knowing she'd caused it.

"Congratulations, Detective Rizzoli," Maura said, her voice and tone as flat as her smile. Jane shrugged and pulled away; she'd been reading a report Maura had been typing from over her shoulder, her surprisingly soft breasts pressing against Maura's back. If she turned her head, she'd be afforded a view she wasn't sure she could handle, not with the memory of Jane's warmth against her shoulder blades. When she'd almost reached Maura's office door, Maura relented.

"I'll miss you in those heels," she said, blushing and wishing she'd said anything else. Jane's grin was cheeky and her hand rested gently on the doorframe as she swung back to look at Maura.

"I bet my ass you will," Jane said, eyebrow raised, and Maura's blush deepened further. She'd thought she'd been discrete with her glances to the other woman's posterior, but apparently she'd been caught out. Jane's grin was knowing but not unkind, and Maura's mouth quirked up shyly to match her smile. Jane's eyes softened, and so did her mouth, and Maura felt that something inexplicable rise in her chest again. Jane tapped the doorframe twice, as though she was about to say something else, but instead she just tucked a corner of her bottom lip into her mouth and nodded three times, pushing away from the doorframe with her endless energy.

Maura was one of the first on the scene. Korsak beat her, cleared the room, covered Jane with his coat while the crime techs photographed the basement.

Jane was sobbing, somewhere. While Maura examined the other woman in the basement, already knowing what she'd seen, what had been done to her. She left Hoyt, bleeding, on the floor. The ambulance could deal with him, and he was cuffed and taken out before they arrived.

Korsak beckoned Maura over.

"She always said she likes you, and hell, I can't help her with these bear paws." He held up his thick hands. "And I can't wait for the ambulance."

Maura glanced over at the other woman. Catherine. She'd been sedated and one of Maura's lab techs was sitting with her, along with a detective. She'd been tied, and her bounds hand been loosed.

So when Korsak drew back his coat, Maura gasped. She hadn't expected - tears sprang into her eyes. She touched Jane gently on the chin, making eye contact before Jane nodded and squeezed her eyes shut.

There was a reason Maura didn't doctor the living. She never knew what to say, how to interact with them. But she knew Jane. She slipped on fresh gloves and heard the ambulance. A few blocks away still, but she couldn't leave Jane like this a moment longer. Right now she was calm; almost catatonic. In a moment she might struggle and injure herself further. Dimly Maura was aware of Korsak shielding Jane from view, from cameras, from people, keeping Maura and Jane secluded while Maura worked as quickly as she could.

She gave Jane a quick sedative.

"This is going to hurt," she warned Jane, grasping a scalpel that penetrated the entirety of one of those thin, strong hands. Jane's jaw clenched.

"Didn't think otherwise," Jane said, some of her former bravado returning.

Maura prepared gauze, laying it on Jane's stomach over her shirt. She readied herself. When she was unable to avoid looking at Jane any longer, Jane's eyes were soft and full of something Maura couldn't read.

"Rescue me," Jane said, too quiet for Korsak. She wasn't angry or impatient, just resigned to her fate.

"The paramedics are here, I'm sure they have more experience..."

"No. You're the only person I'm going to let touch me."

"It's not-"

"In your job description. I know. But you're the only person who can see me like this and not think any less of me, because you couldn't care less."

Maura's brow furrowed, but she pulled the scalpel free, Jane's breath hissing out of her sharply, Korsak turning to check in, then looking away again quickly, giving them their privacy.

One down. Maura doused the hand in antiseptic and loosely bound it. She swallowed as she reached over Jane, crouched on the grimy basement floor in a dress that cost more than the house and land. She looked down at Jane.

"I could care less. But I don't." Jane's brow furrowed as she tried to follow the logic. Her eyes caught on Maura's chest as she leaned over her, and her breath caught as well. "I don't want to do this because I don't want to hurt you. I don't want you to associate this with me, because I think we were good colleagues, and we might have been more if you hadn't asked me to do this."

Maura pulled the second scalpel out, dousing Jane's right hand, her left already cradled to her chest. Jane sat up, trying to struggle to her feet, and Maura stopped her.

"I bet your Ma always used to kiss it better, huh?"

Jane froze completely, her dirty face streaked with tears, her eyes caught on Maura's lips like a beacon in the open sea. Jane swallowed harshly; Maura had been trying to distract her. With the sedative she'd be unable to get to her feet on her own. She could hear the paramedics assessing Catherine, readying to take her from the basement. She could hear Korsak explaining the state he'd found Jane in. She was running out of time.

She balanced carefully, then leaned in and kissed Jane's temple, feeling the sedative kick in, feeling the weight of Jane's body resting against her. She held her.

"There. All better," Maura said, her voice dull, but Jane just nestled deeper, her dirty face leaving marks on a dress that Maura never had the nerve to clean and the soft, white flesh beneath it in the space over her heart.

Jane had made her feel something.

"Your brother gave your mother my number. Not my work number, my personal number I gave you. For personal reasons. I feel like I need to reassert my professional boundaries."

"Well, I'm off-duty," Jane said, struggling to sit up. Maura helped her reflexively, the body beneath the gown warm against her hands. "So technically you're bringing work to me."

Maura chuckled and saw the way Jane's head shot up, looking at Maura like she'd won a prize.

"She called to thank me. Apparently you talked about me a lot?"

Maura sat in the visitor's chair at Jane's bedside, seeing Jane's eyes watch her cross her legs. They were just shins, but Jane eyed them like a perp in an alleyway.

"I might have been unduly harsh, when you were sedated," Maura said by way of apology.

"You said you cared." Jane's voice was low and almost scared.

"I did. I do. Oh, here." Maura dug in her bag for the chocolates she'd brought with her. Jane waited expectantly, and Maura realised uneasily that she'd have to feed them to her. She washed her hands carefully in the adjoining bathroom, then unwrapped a single chocolate. Jane's hands were covered in bandages, and she was on a morphine drip. She took the chocolate from Maura's fingers like Cleopatra taking a grape from a lover. Maura blushed and looked away as Jane chewed with her eyes closed.

"What the hell was that?" Jane asked, her voice awed.

"I told you about them - I thought you might like them." Maura wet her lips as she unwrapped a second chocolate, Jane's mouth open and ready for her, her lips brushing against Maura's fingers as she took it from her.

Already deeply blushing, Maura couldn't look away from Jane's mouth.

"I only meant some of it." Jane admitted when she stopped chewing. "I hate being vulnerable. I hate that Korsak saw me like that, I hate not being able to do anything for myself. It's why I told Frankie not to hand out my room number at the precinct."

Jane licked her lips, tracking down a crumb of chocolate. Maura leaned forward and wiped a second crumb away, surprised when Jane's tongue stole it from her thumb. She unwrapped a third, unsure what Jane was trying to say. The medication would have kicked in, and she might not mean it now either.

It had hurt, when Jane said Maura didn't care about her. Maura already cared too much. There was a constant tug in her chest when Jane was nearby. Seeing her tortured hadn't made it any easier. It had just made her prouder of Jane, more protective. Jane had shown herself to Maura in her most vulnerable moment, and Maura had gazed at her like the night sky through her first telescope.

Jane chewed thoughtfully.

"You're not exactly easy to get to know. But you pride yourself on being professional and detached. I went for your pride, but I hurt you in doing so, and that was wrong of me. I didn't want anyone else touching me because I couldn't have stood it. You were with me. You understood. You understand. You do, don't you?"

Tears in her eyes again, Maura nodded. Jane nodded too, swallowing hard. She blinked and laughed.

"You looked at me like that, and everything made sense for a single moment. You didn't pity me, or think of me as a victim. You were just happy to see me. The way you always are."

Maura thought back to the first time she'd noticed herself relax once Jane arrived at a crime scene, at an autopsy. She trusted her, and was pleased when she arrived.

But happy to see Jane? Surely not. She looked down at a woman who looked much smaller lying down, and she reached out with her bare hand and touched Jane's forearm. Jane's skin was warm and brown and welcoming, and a smile split Jane's face.

"I'm happy to see you too," Jane admitted. "Hit me."

"Huh?"

"Chocolate. Hit me."

Maura removed her hand from Jane's arm, knowing Jane knew she found human contact uncomfortable. But she left it there a little later, when the opiates had rendered Jane unconscious. For her own comfort as well as Jane's.

The older woman who came in a little later was familiar - Maura had met Jane's mother before. She went to get out of the chair, but Angela pressed her back down, then leaned over to kiss first Jane's temple and then Maura's own, her hand resting on Maura's shoulder. She knew, too, that Maura found touching awkward, but she was so physically expressive that Maura knew this was the bare minimum Angela could stand to give.

"You belong there, honey," Angela insisted, and Maura glowed.

She'd found where she belonged, and it was at Jane's side.

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akenya · 1 year

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Rizzoli and Isles is actually a show about a Queerplatonic Relationship.

Okay hear me out.

So, I always have shipped Rizzles. There are many MANY ways in which these are queer coded characters with a heavy romantic subtext, that a lot of the time honestly bleeds into the maintext. A lot of the actions and dialogue that we would typically interpret as romantic, especially between a hetero pairing, certainly works for this show.

But I did a re-watch of the show recently, and while I still ship them romantically, I actually think what is being portrayed between them is something else. They are DEFINITELY more than friends; I mean they are life partners in every sense of the word. But the kind of dynamic that is CANONICALLY portrayed between Maura and Jane, is in fact, a Queerplatonic Relationship.

So here’s a working definition of the term for those who aren’t familiar with it:

Queerplatonic relationships and queerplatonic partnerships are committed intimate relationships which are not romantic in nature. They may differ from usual close friendships by having more explicit commitment, validation, status, structure, and norms, similar to a conventional romantic relationship

I have actually experienced something like this, (and yes I’m going to get a bit anecdotally personal here; I’ll try not to be too long winded, but it’s relevant, I promise lol):

I had an (unspoken) kind of relationship like this with my best friend in my early/mid 20s. We have been best friends since I was 11, but something definitely shifted when we became adults, and I have to say, I ended up, quite unexpectedly, being deeply in love with my best friend...platonically. I didn’t want to date her. I didn’t want to sleep with her. But, I was totally devoted to her and we were each other’s person for years. We were each other’s assumed plus one for everything, we regularly did dinner dates, we gave each other super sentimental cards and specialized gifts on birthdays, we also regularly did domestic shit together like grocery shopping, errands, chores, house projects; you name it, we had it/did it. I mean we were even each other’s phone background for a while lmao. We never lived together, but we had keys to each other’s places.

Now a lot of this shit can happen and does happen in standard friendships (maybe not the phone background thing; that was super gay ngl hahaha), but the thing that made this different was the level of assumed partnership going on between us. And the...energy. We would stare deeply into each other’s eyes. We had that magnetic kind of magic with each other, like no matter where the other is in the room, we find our way back to each other. And people literally perceived us as a couple. Hell, my other friends teased us about it.

Any of this sound familiar?

Oh and I DO find her to be attractive and even sexy. And we flirted (still do lolol) a LOT.

But I didn’t ever really.....actually want to have sex with her. Not that I would’ve even necessarily been opposed to it, because we were so close, but it just, wasn’t ever a desire for me.

This was interesting to experience, because I do identify as a lesbian, I have been romantically attracted to people, sexually attracted to people, and the two, as society expects, do usually go hand in hand for me. But with her, I honestly could’ve seen forever; like being exactly as we were, as life partners, I could’ve even seen myself raising kids with her, and I would have been TOTALLY, GENUINELY content with it, ‘cause my relationship with her filled me up in a way nothing else has. This was confusing as all hell to me for a long time, because I didn’t have a name for this until recently when I learned about the concept of Queerplatonic Relationships which again supersede friendship and often are life partnerships, but aren’t inherently romantic or sexual, even though they are quite deep. I actually think QPRs speak to that “limitless” “otherwise undefinable” kind of relationship dynamic.

Sooo - and I promise I’m wrapping my story up - when my bff met her current boyfriend, which is her first super serious adult relationship, I didn’t quite experience jealousy, I mean I always envisioned a romantic partnership for her, and I still want that for me! Buuuut...my feelings were complicated because it’s like...I had to mourn what I lost, as our dynamic inherently changed, and the fact that I wasn’t her person anymore. Weird thing to process indeed. Also *ahem* SOUND FAMILIAR?

Without getting too carried away here (oh who am I kidding, I already have 😂) for comparison’s sake, I actually went through a crazy ass heartbreak with someone, also while I was in my mid 20s; someone to whom I WAS romantically, sexually, spiritually, connected and attracted. I mean I was IN LOVE with this woman and she broke my heart by not fully reciprocating my feelings and not wanting to be with me. I thought I was gonna die when we stopped talking. Hell, it’s been years and I still think about her.

But if you were to ask me who the true love. of. my. life. has been so far...I’d pick my best friend!

The funny thing is I think a LOT of women end up in these kinds of dynamics, ESPECIALLY queer women, maybe even more so queer women who form super close relationships to “straight” women (gotta put str8 in quotes ‘cause...this shit is inherently queer even though it’s not romantic/sexual). You all know what I’m talking about; You’d do anything for each other, there’s chemistry, connection, and care, yet it doesn’t quite fit into any box you try to give it. People read you as a couple. You know this about yourselves, and you just...accept it. Because what you have is actually beyond any label. You know?

Anyway, I think there’s actually something cool and radical about this and I know that queer people want and deserve romantic and sexual representation, but I think this IS an accurate kind of representation that happens all the time that isn’t appropriately covered or discussed in media.

In hindsight, I think that’s what really hooked me on R&I. I mean, I started watching ‘cause I thought they were lesbians, and I kept watching ‘cause I thought it would be canon! And yeah, I still think about what could’ve been with them: fanfiction is good for that. But why do I still watch the actual show? Well...I LIVED it.

Now: do I think that Maura and Jane often tip the scales a lil’ TOOOOO far in the explicitly gay direction on this show? Oh hell yes! Do I think you can interpret them as two people who are madly in love, romantically, with each other, yet are too scared to do anything about it? Oh hell yes! Like I said I do ship Rizzles. BUT, if I’m honest about what is FULLY, CANONICALLY being portrayed, no subtext, ALL maintext: It’s 10000% a QPR.

So no: Maura Isles and Jane Rizzoli are certainly not JUST friends. They aren’t just colleagues, although their work relationship is just as powerful and awe inspiring as their personal one. They aren’t really like sisters, although they can quarrel like siblings at times. They aren’t truly romantic, although they are essentially life partners. They aren’t in a sexual relationship with each other; not that it couldn’t go there, but I also see how it wouldn’t need to go there, and how that doesn’t diminish the bond at all. They have something that I recognize -and something I think perhaps many of us recognize too- something beyond definition, because at the core of it they are true-blue soulmates who share a kind of unconditional love that is rarely found in ANY kind of relationship. If there is a definition that comes close to summing this kind of thing up: Queerplatonic Relationship is the answer!

Idk just felt like sharing this. Thanks for reading 🤓

#rizzoli and isles #rizzles #maura isles #jane rizzoli #maura x jane #queer platonic partners #queer platonic relationship

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charlie-lynchs · 3 months

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Rizzles

Pairing: Jane Rizzoli x Maura Isles

Rizzles x daughter!reader

Warnings⚠️: Blood, weapons

POV: the daughter of Detective Jane Rizzoli and Dr. Maura Isles gets kidnapped and hurt during a case of theirs.

Name: Margret “Mag or Maggie” Rizzoli (she only got Janes name)

Age: 17 years old

Third Person POV:

Maggie sits at the dinner table still half asleep. Her mother Maura stands in the kitchen preparing breakfast and lunch wide awake. “Did you check your blood sugar level, honey?” Maura asked still focused on the cooking. “Yeah Mom I was over, but I pumped Insulin” Maggie mumbled. “Ok good.” Maura answered looking up with a smile. “Morning everyone” Jane walks in taking the coffee from Maura kissing her passionately. “Guys I’m still here.” Maggie groan laying her head in the table. Jane just smirks takes her own and Maggies plate and walks towards the table. “Oh come on Mags. You will have that to one day” Jane said kissing her on the forehead. She puts the plate in front of her and starts eating. “Thanks but I’m not hungry” Maggie said pushing the plate away. “You’re not leaving this house before ate something. We don’t want to pick you up at the hospital again.” Maura said sitting down too. Maggie sat at the head of the table and Maura & Jane on her left and right. This order exists since she was born. Maggie still doesn’t touch her food. Jane sighs before talking. “Don’t make me push the food down your throat Mags.” She said looking at her with her detective glare. Jane always called her Mags because she found it better than Maggie. Maggie just threw her hands in the air and started to eat. After a while she looked at her watch. “Shit I’m going to be late when I don’t leave.” she exclaimed standing up. “Language.” Jane said looking at her. “Do you want me to drive you?” Maura asked. “No I’ll take my bike but thanks. Bye.” Maggie said hugging both of them.

Jane always hated hugs but when they came from Maura or Maggie she enjoyed them. Maggie walks out the door closing behind her. “This is now the third time she didn’t want to eat her breakfast. It starts to get very suspicious.” Maura exclaimed looking at Maggies plate that still had half on it. “Maybe she’s just not a breakfast type. She never was.” Jane taking her hand. “But she needs it. Her blood sugar.” Maura said. “It’s ok.” she tried calming her wife down. Both their phones start ringing. They answer it and of course there is a murder.

Same Time at Boston High School Maggie outside of the school with her friend Lisa just chilling. They start walking to their class using a shortcut outside of the building. Walking around a corner suddenly there laid a girl from their year. “Oh my god!” Lisa screamed. Maggie got down to her knees. “Hello? Can you wake up for me?” Maggie said shaking the girl. “Call 911, Lisa. Tell them there is a dead body.” Maggie said after checking for a pulse. She knew her mothers would come after all her school was in their sector. After 15 min Det. Rizzoli and Dr. Isles both arrived at the crime scene. Frank waited for them. “What do we got?” Jane asked looking at her brother. “17 year old female. Name is Mary Goodwin. Cause of death is your job.” Frost said. Maura starts examining the body and Jane inspects the scene. “Pretty offside the campus. Who found the body?” She asked looking at Frost. “Two students but you’re not going to like who.” Frost said turning around. Jane and Maura looked and saw their 17 year old daughter standing there with her best friend. Jane just looked at Maura having a full conversation with their eyes. Jane starts walking towards Maggie. “Mags, are you ok?” Jane said pulling her into a hug. “Yeah I’m fine. Something else with her.” Maggie said pointing at Lisa, who looked still very pale. Jane sat both them down. “Did you know her?” she asked sitting across of them so she faces them. “Not directly, she is, well was in our year. We never talked.” Maggie explained and Lisa just nods. “Okay, what were you doing here.” she asked with a calm voice. “It’s a shortcut to the gym. Every senior takes it.” Maggie said. “Only seniors?” Jane questioned. “Yeah juniors and freshman know it but they’re not aloud to walk there.” Lisa answered this time. “Okay thank you. I will finish up over there with your mom and then I will drop you off at home, on our way to the precinct.“ Jane said standing up. “No Ma, it‘s fine I will take my bike.“ Maggie said. “Sweetie I don’t know. What you saw was you know a lot” Jane said hesitantly if she should let her go. “I’ll be fine, I mean Lisa drives with me for the most of the way and it’s not the first time I’ve seen a dead body.” Maggie shrugs. “Ok, it happend one time that I forgot to look after you and that you walked inside the morgue wasn’t my fault. You and your mom have to get over it.” Jane said pointing her finger. “fine. Go but text me when you’re home.” Jane said walking away.

Arriving back at the crime scene, everyone went quiet. “What’s going on?” Jane asked confused. “Jane the victim was killed in very specific way.” Maura started to explain. “She was killed with a scalpel, a precise cut on the throat. Hands and legs show signs of tug tape. She was shocked on the side of her ear.” Maura explained with every sentence Jane got paler. “No it can’t be. I killed him.” Jane said. “Maybe a copy cat?” Frost asked. “No we didn’t give the media the details. Maybe he had another student?” Maura said. “Bring her to the station.” Jane said.

At the same time, Lisa and Maggie were on their way home with their bikes. When they were in a valley with many people a white van made a stop and cut them off. Two men jumped out and carried them into the van. They tried to fight but there was no chance. One of the men took Maggie’s backpack and took out the insulin. Then he threw out backpack and phones of both of them. At the police station everyone was working to find out who the killer is. They knew it wasn’t Hoyt but someone he knew.

“Guys I got some news.” Frost said walking in. “Hoyt had a son.” He said laying a file down. “What? No file said that about him.” Jane exclaimed. “Because the mother didn’t write him on the birth certificate. But he raised him, the mother was mentally unstable and killed herself 12 years ago. He could’ve taught him everything.” Frost explained. “Maybe he wants revenge?” Maura said. Everyone looked at her confused. “Remember at whose school the girl was, in whose year.” Maura said. “He is after Maggie.” Frost said. Maura and Jane just looked at each other and jumped up. Jane pulled out her phone calling her. Of it went to the voicemail. “It goes directly to voicemail.” Jane said panicking. Frost already run to check the video tape from school to her home. “Guys have a look at this.” They walk in the room and see the video tape of them being thrown into a van. “Oh god.” Maura said starting to cry. Jane just watched the screen speechless. “Now one thing caught my eye. They thrown out her friend. I already sent uniforms out to search for her. But it’s clear that he doesn’t want money. He wants revenge for his father.” Frost said. “Even after his death he haunts me.” Jane said. Maura laid arm around her. “We are going to find her.” She said kissing Janes cheek.

Maggie woke up in a room that looks like a basement. Given the pictures hanging on the wall she knew she was the target for a long time. Then a door opened and a man walked down the stairs. He was in 40s. “So Hoyt got a son?” Maggie said looking at the man. “Wow got a lot in that brain of yours. Just like your mother’s.” the man said grinning. “Quentin Hoyt. To your services.” He bowed down. “Normally the kidnapper shouldn’t introduce himself to the victim.” Maggie said. “Oh yes, but you are not going to get out of here.” he said, he reached inside of his pocket and pulled out the devise that Maggie uses to test her blood sugar. He throws it at her. “Test it.” He said. Maggie was confused but obliged. “150.” She said looking at him. Without a word he gets out an injection and put the needle inside of her. Maggie realised he wanted her alive, possibly to torture her.

“We found her backpack.” Frost said walking in with a blue backpack. “Nothing is missing except her insulin injections.” He said laying the backpack down on Janes desk. “But that’s a good sign. He wants her alive.” Jane said fighting her tears again.

At the same time Maggie lays on the ground and Quentin above her. She had bruises and cuts on her face and body. “First step we are doing the exact same thing my old man did to your mother.” he said with a psycho grin. He takes a scalpel and stabs him in her right hand. Then he rips it out. Suddenly the door bursts open and many police officers run in followed by Jane and Frost. Quentin jolts up, he picks up Maggie and holds the scalpel against her throat. “Quentin take the scalpel down, it’s over.” Jane yelled. “Yeah it’s over. This is for my dad.” He says and stabs the scalpel into Maggie’s stomach. Frost shoots him and he falls to the ground. Jane sprints to the side of her daughter. “Hey baby. Stay with me.” she said while her voice his cracking. She puts pressure on the wound. “Maggie! Oh god” Maura screamed running in. „Come on Mags stay with us.“ was the last thing she heard before she passed out given the blood she lost. Soon the ambulance arrived and Maggie was carried in to the car. Her mothers not letting go of her hand the whole way to the hospital.

She was rolled into surgery immediately to handle the stab wound in her stomach and hand. When she was rolled into her room her mothers were by her side. The doctor walked in, still in scrubs. “I come with good news. She is going to be fine. We were able to stop the bleeding and repair all organs that were injured.“ he said. “What about the hand?“ Jane asked looking at Maggie‘s hand. “She will have full movement back but a scar was not avoidable” he said. “When will she wake up?” Maura asked. Jane already sat down at der daughter’s side holding the healthy hand. “That is up to your daughter, she lost a lot of blood.” the doctor said. Maura thanked him and he left. “It’s all my fault.” Jane said not looking away from Maggie. “I shouldn’t have let her leave alone.” she said. “Jane no. He would have gone after her no matter where.” Maura Said taking her wives hand. “She is alive and you found out where he hid her.” she keeps on talking.

The next 3 days were long for them. Both of them stayed at the room only leaving when Frost or Korsak force them to take a shower or go eat something real in the cafe. Right now both of them were asleep Maura on the chair on her right and Jane on the left holding her hand. Her head lying on the mattress. Frost and Korsak sitting at the table in front of the bed.

Light. That is the first thing she sees when opening her eyes slowly. She felt pressure on her left hand like someone holding it and pain on her right. She slowly can make out what is in the room. She sees Frost and Korsak reading newspaper in front of her and her mom sitting on her right. She moves slightly in her bed so she can see better. Frost and Korsak hear the movement and look to her. They stand up and smile at her. Maggie slowly presses Janes hand to wake her up. “What? What happened?” she jolts up from her sleep. She turns to the bed and starts smiling. “Sweetie you’re awake.” Jane said cupping her face. Frost wakes up Maura during that. “Oh baby you’re back” she said with a smile. “What happened?” she asked not remembering everything from that night. “Your amazing mother over there found out where he hid you, when we arrived he already stabbed a scalpel through your right hand.” Korsak starts to explain because her mothers are focused on her, but who can blame them? “When we burst through the door he held a scalpel to your throat and then stabbed it into your stomach, but he is dead. Your mother shot him.” he finished his explanation. “And what happened with him?” Maggie asked. “He is with his father. He can’t hurt you anymore.” Maura said this time.

After a few more weeks, Maggie was released from the hospital. She still was not aloud to run or do any kind of rush movement. Maggie didn’t care about that she is just happy that she can sleep in her own bed again. Maura fills out the papers while Jane and Maggie sit down and wait. The wound on her hand already healed and the scar same as her mother’s showed itself. Maggie took her hand without even realising it, rubbing her finger over the scar sometimes she felt them. “I can’t tell you the feeling goes away.” Jane said noticing the movement. “But your mom and I will help you.” Jane said taking her right hand and pressing a kiss on the scar. Maggie didn’t know why but it felt good. Maura walked to them. “Let’s get you home.” She said smiling. Jane helped Maggie up and supported her while walking. Maura gets the car and Maggie sits herself in the backseat, well with a little help.

When they open the door, Maggie is hit with a “Surprise!” from her entire family. To be honest she was exhausted but still appreciated it. They eat as a family and she goes upstairs to sleep. In the middle of the night she jolts up sweating, so she makes her way to her mothers bedroom. She opens the door and positions herself between her mothers. Both of them turn around to face her and lay a protective arm around her. “We got you.” Maura said. “Always.” Jane ended the sentence and they fall asleep as a family.

The End

Credit to of my two friends, anonymous and Katrin, they helped me with names for the characters.

Again I'm not english, Sorry for any mistakes

#rizzoli and isles #jane rizzoli #maura isles #rizzles #rizzles x daughter!reader #jane rizzoli x daughter!reader #maura isles x daughter!reader

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drghostwrite · 9 months

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Hello, can I please request Jane Rizzoli x fem reader. Reader is the new homicide detective at BPD and Jane's new partner. She is seen putting her things on Barry's old desk (after Frost dies), and Jane yells at her. So reader keeps her distance from Jane. Meanwhile, korsak, Maura, and Frankie all get to know her and end up really liking her. (Maura talks to Jane, and Jane ends up apologising, and j and r end up really close.) (Then idk how to end this, lol.)

Wait, I love this idea, like I'm kinda upset I didn't think of it sooner lol...

Pairing: Rizzoli & Isles x reader

Summary: You just read over it above. :)

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You pulled into the parking lot down the street from BPD stepping out of your Jeep and making your way into HQ. As soon as you walked in you felt overdressed, you were used to the BAU, where suits were everywhere, and with you being unit chief it was typical of you to wear something that stood out, whether out of the norm colors or some muted but outgoing patterns. Today you went a little safer but still a nice tailored Italian suit with a window pane check pattern, a white button-up, and matching white heels, it was simple but enough to make you stand out. You saw heads turn and watched as you showed your badge and made your way upstairs, the elevator ride was quiet up by yourself was quiet, but as soon as those metal doors slid open you felt at home, it was chaotic. Still, you chased serial killers all over the country this seemed like a cakewalk to you.

You walked through the set of glass doors to where the detectives desks were, Cavanaugh had told you early just to pick a desk that was open, and you would be assigned your partner or squad later, you looked around and found an open desk that faced another desk it seemed pretty empty except for the action figure placed next to the computer. You set your purse on the chair and made your way into the computer room at the other end, walking in you saw a small group of three crowded around the front desk, a younger man, fair-skinned with raven hair and deep eyes, a younger black woman with gorgeous curls and an older gentleman. As you entered they all looked at you with trained eyes.

"Hey so I'm not sure who Jane Rizzoli is, I'm with but I'm the new homicide detective, Y/N Pierce." you spoke up.

"The transfer from the FBI?" spoke up the older man.

"Yep that's me." you smiled.

"Your my sister's new partner. Nice to meet you I'm Frankie," the younger man offered you his hand to shake.

"I'm Vincent Korsak but feel free to call me Vince, welcome to the team." spoke the other man.

"And I guess that leaves me, I'm Nina Holliday, and I know what it's like to be the new girl so if you need anything let me know."

"Thanks I appreciate that," you both smiled in response.

Before anyone could say anything else, a drop-dead gorgeous woman stepped through the door, strawberry blonde hair laid perfectly and breathtaking amber eyes, she quickly spotted you and nodded but continued to talk to the team.

"Hey guys I got the tox reports back," she flicked open the folder handing it to Nina.

"Etomidate?" they all gave confused looks.

"Wait like the drug used during surgeries... It's a CNS depressant but it's used for minor procedures because it doesn't last as long."

"Um...Yea." She studied you with precise eyes as everyone else started at you wondering how in the world you knew that. Before anyone could say anything a woman rushed in the room, "Guys there's been another murder, we gotta go."

Everyone looked to you, "Jane I'm assuming." and they all nodded, everyone rushed from the room, leaving just you and the doctor and she stopped you on your way out the door.

"I'm Dr. Maura Isles, by the way, chief medical examiner."

"I would say Unit Chief SSA Pierce but my FBI days are over," you looked into those amber eyes and your breath caught in your throat, this woman was going to be the death of you and you barely knew each other, "I would love to tell you about it but I guess my new partner has other plans." you gave her your signature smirk and turned to leave but she flashed you a wide smile and chuckled, "Yea that's Jane for you."

----time jump----

Three hours later and you were returning to the precinct, you could tell it was taking a toll on everyone, it was a pretty gruesome crime scene but something felt familiar to you. Jane told you she was going down to see Maura but then she'd be up, you quickly made your way upstairs with everyone and sat at the empty desk, you logged on the computer and started looking at the board they had set up, you were talking with Korsak and Frankie reclining in the desk chair looking at a file when Jane came in. You stood up and almost bumped into her as she stood frozen in place.

"What're you doing?"

"I'm sorry." you responded curious.

"Why are you using that desk?"

"Cavanaugh just told me to find a desk, luckily i found the one closest to you."

“No, no you can’t sit there that’s my partners desk he… he…”

“I am your partner.”

“I… just leave okay please just find somewhere else.”

you studied her and grabbed your jacket moving over to Frankie’s desk as he motioned to you, she sat down and didn’t look as everyone returned to working.

“There’s a story there,” Frankie spoke up.

“Yea I figured, it’s all good though I have to make some calls and then I’ll be back let me know if you hear anything.”

“Will do.”

Your walked out of the room towards the elevator, you recognized some things from past cases but you needed to talk to Maura to confirm you suspicions. When you stepped on the elevator the woman inside greeted you she was carrying a division one cafe apron as she gave you a big smile.

“Haven’t seen you around here before, ya new?” She asked

“Yep, I’m the new homicide detective.”

“Oh no way my kids both work up there, I’m sure you’ve met them though.”

“Rizzoli?”

“that’s them!” She said with a proud smile. “So where ya from?”

“Well I actually loved from Quantico, Virginia where I worked for the FBI but I grew up in Seattle.”

“Oh that’s so cool.”

“Oh yea, I loved my job.”

Just then the doors dinged open and you quickly stepped out making your way to Dr. Isles office. She saw you coming and gave you a big breathtaking smile as you walked in the door.

“Y/N to what do I owe the pleasure.”

“Well for a lovely lady like yourself… maybe dinner at a nice little hole in the wall that I know,” you both laughed, “Honestly I’m down here to ask about some past similarities, these victims seem similar to some I’ve come into contact with before.”

“Oh well here’s everything we have, I can go over it with you if you want.”

“Yea an extra set of eyes would be great.” You started going over the files and a few hours later you realized who the killer was.

“Oh my God, we’ve known this whole time!”

“what?”

“This man he’s the only common denominator I remember writing the case in Chicago and he injected himself into the investigation and he just recently moved here and the killings started, Jane and Frankie talked to him the other day but no one saw the old FBI file the BAU had.”

“Wait so he’s a past killer?”

“Yes, and my team worked tirelessly to catch him but then he went off grid. Maura I need you to get a kit and meet us there, I’ll send you the address I need to get everyone else.” You quickly ran out of the room calling Frankie to tell him, as he told the team you made your way to the unsubs house…

To Be Continued…

#x yn #rizzoli and isles x reader #jane rizzoli #maura isles x reader #frankie rizzoli #rizzoli and isles #angela rizzoli

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anthrofreshtodeath · 11 months

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11. picking a leaf/flower petal out of their hair, or brushing dirt off of their face

Maura climbing trees and a leaf is in her hair ☺️

or Jane covered in flower petals when a perp hits her with a bouquet 🤭

It's summer; I couldn't resist! 🥎

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“Bring me in, kid!” Jane shouted from her place around the second base bag. She crouched, bent her knees as she danced, threatening a steal against Marty White, the Drug Control Unit’s burly pitcher. She pinched the brim of her red hat in the Saturday summer sun for some added protection over her Oakley sunglasses. It was hot out.

Homicide was down 5-4 in the bottom of the seventh, the final inning, and this was for the BPD trophy, the title, the bragging rights. The trophy itself, a dinky little thing from the local party supply place, was hallowed hardware at the department despite its humble appearance.

And Maura, the batter at the plate with two outs, knew Jane wanted it. Lusted after it, craved it. It would mean all the more, too, given that the two teams got to invite family and friends to spectate - dozens of people shouted, clapped, and conversed around her, and she could hear Angela Rizzoli cheering her on from about halfway up the metal bleachers.

Maura’s palms sweated.

Jane, Jane looked like a ballplayer out there. She’d hit a ringing double to right field with one out, but then Korsak had flied out just beyond third base and now, Maura, Frankie’s replacement because of his big toe injury, needed to be a hero. For Boston Homicide, for poor Frankie, for her own pride - Jane had actually asked her to play! - and, for Jane. Maura hoped she looked at least a little like a ball player, cobbling together her knowledge of collision theory, launch angle, and wrist mechanics to appear as hitterish as possible - Jane’s word, not hers. “I’ll try!” she shouted back, voice tense and high. Jane smirked, and nodded one time.

Jane believed in her.

Maura shook off the blush that thought gave her, and focused her attention on Marty White’s throwing arm. By the way his shoulder slotted, she could tell how hard he would throw, where the ball would end up, and this ball, given the laws of physics, should run right over the plate, big and slow and fat.

All Maura had to do was hit it.

She pulled her hands close to allow the barrel maximum time through the zone, something Jane had taught her, and schwak!

The ball screamed through the air about seven feet off the ground the entire time, and rolled all the way to the left field wall. “Ah ha!” Maura shouted, holding the just-too-big red helmet over her head as she sprinted to the first base bag. “Go go go go go!” she yelled to Jane, whose back she watched all the way to the plate.

Jane jumped onto that plate, and screamed. “Let’s go!” she released into the atmosphere, crossing her clenched fists. Once she was sure Jane made it safely, Maura realized that the left fielder had bobbled the ball.

She could run for days. All the way home.

She could win the game.

“Hustle hustle hustle!” came Jane’s voice over the din of jeers and cheers of the brothers and sisters and parents and beer drinkers. Maura blocked everything else out but that voice, that voice and the huffing of her own labored breath as she chugged toward third base.

Maura rounded it, and oh no.

The ball squibbed in from the outfield, and Maura watched it, just a foot or so ahead of her - it was going to beat her. She heard Jane in her head, this time as an inner coach. Bowl ‘em over, Maura. Make him hold the ball if he wants to tag you.

Maura made the decision then - diminutive DCU detective Steven Garcia guarded the plate just as the ball rolled into his glove, and though his defense had a sterling reputation, Maura felt she could take him. So, she lowered her right shoulder, jumped just as she got to home, and boom.

She shoved, he fell, and the bounce of her belly on the dirt, of her head just by the white of the plate, knocked her silly. Blackout.

When she came to, blinking slowly to banish the blur, a figure hunched over her as her helmet still spun and rattled against the backstop. That figure was brushing dirt off her cheek with a thumb.

That figure was Jane. Smiling, cloud-nine-living Jane.

“D… did I make it?” Maura growned. Ambient sounds returned to her slowly, but Jane’s words were clear, even if they were slow, quiet, conscientious of Maura’s altered state.

“Sure did,” said Jane. “Knocked the ball right out of his glove, Pete Rose. Trophy’s comin’ home with us.”

“Home?” croaked Maura, letting Jane pull her up to her feet. “Well…” started Jane, just in time for the rest of the team to mob wobbly Maura at the plate. Well, Maura and Jane, because Jane wrapped both arms around Maura’s waist so she could withstand the friendly onslaught. “Bar first! Then home! Time to celebrate you!”

#otp prompts june 2023 #rizzoli and isles #lauren writes rizzoli and isles fanfiction #some softball fun #halos just took the first two of four from the rangers LFG

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marvel-wlw · 2 years

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Hands Off

Jane Rizzoli x Reader

Requested by anon

Request: Heyy, I love your stories. Can you write something with Jane Rizzoli x reader? There isn’t really a lot about her. Something with her being jealous and/or possessive would be amazing. I understand if you don’t have the time or just don’t want to. Thank youuuu:)

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Rizzoli & Isles.

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A/N: I haven't written anything for Janein so long, I've really missed writing for Rizzoli & Isles. I hope you guys like it! 😄 Also this gif isn't mine, credit goes to whoever made it!

Tonight was the first time in weeks where you and Jane were able to go out on a date. Jane had been working on a really intense case, which took a lot of her time.

You understand that, you were just happy that Jane was okay and the case was finally over. Now the two of you could finally spend time together.

You and Jane were sitting at a table in The Dirty Robber. You smiled and chuckled at something Jane said, causing Jane to smile. She reached across the table to take your hand in hers.

"I've missed you, (Y/N)." She gave you a loving smile, but it slowly turned into a frown. "I'm really sorry I haven't been around much these past few weeks."

"Babe, you have nothing to apologize for. I know some cases are going to take longer than others." You intertwine your fingers with hers. "I just want you to come back to me, safe and sound."

At hearing that, Jane fell more in love with you. "How did I get so lucky to have such an amazing girlfriend like you?"

Before you and Jane started dating, she was very hesitant. You weren't part of BPD so your work schedules were completely different.

When she brought this up to you, you had told her none of that mattered. You wanted to be with her, you knew she loved her job and that's what mattered. Now here you two are, dating for over a year.

xxxxx

Before you and Jane left The Dirty Robber, she went to the bathroom while you paid the bill. While you were paying, you felt a hand on your waist, you immediately froze. That was not Jane's hand.

You instantly smelled alcohol on this person and knew they were definitely drunk.

"A pretty woman like you shouldn't be left alone." They slurred.

"If I were you, I would remove your hand." You were trying to stay calm until Jane came back. "Get your hand off me."

"Oh, don't be like that." They were about to lean in when they were pulled away from you.

Turning around you saw Jane slam the person against the wall with their arm twisted behind their back. "Hands off of her." Jane growled.

You took out your phone and called Frankie. It didn't take him long to show up to take the person to BPD so they wouldn't do that to anyone else.

Jane came over to you, she pulled you into her arms. You let out a sigh in content. "You okay, babe?"

You nod before looking up at her, you smiled. "I'm okay, I just want to go home."

Jane brushed some of your hair out of your face. "Then let's go home." She leaned down, giving you a gentle and loving kiss. You immediately melted into the kiss.

#jane rizzoli imagine #jane rizzoli x reader #rizzoli and isles imagine

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ghostofaformerself · 1 year

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🛑 ~listen, I can't choose, so Imma just list all muses and you write for whoever you want and ignore everyone else: Alex, Enzo, Dean, Jane. BUT! Reverse for Theresa <3

JANE RIZZOLI ( @scriptorxfabularum ) asked for a consult FILE ID: protection at any cost

jane cleans blood off rayne after she protects someone

SHE DOESN'T GO STRAIGHT BACK TO ANGELA'S AFTER SCHOOL. a quick text says she's going to help a friend out with something, and the best lie always has an element of the truth. rayne is helping someone, but it's not a friend. it's one of the kids from one of her old foster homes. one where a particular older kid liked to pick on the younger, smaller ones. she may not live there anymore, but that doesn't mean anything. there's not standing for it. not when she spots the kid after school and a small catch-up session results in a confession that it's gotten bad since she was pulled out of the house. she's not having that.

it's nearing dinner time. another text to angela saying she's going to be late but that everything is fine, it's just taking a little longer than she thought it would. something that will help keep the rizzoli matriarch from worrying. then a knock on the apartment door that's pulled open by jane.

❝no lecture, just help or your mom is going to have a conniption.❞ there's blood in her teeth when she speaks, thanks to the splits in her lips and the blood dripping from her nose.

there's a heavy silence between them while jane looks her over, tending to scraped and bruised knuckles, and the several bleeding cuts on her hands and face. ❝yes, it was a fight. no, i won't tell you who. yes, i started it. yes, the other person looks worse than me, and yes there was a good reason for it.❞

#( case file: answers. ) understanding the motive helps build the profile.#( case id: verse — teenager. ) we are the poisoned youth.

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multifandomfix · 3 years

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Imagine Jane thinking she’s not good enough for you.

It had been a solid week of finding gift after gift left on your desk. They were all from your ex and while you were certainly not going to return the gifts, you also weren’t about to take your ex back either. You broke up for a reason, and a damn good one, so no trinkets, no matter how pricey they may be were going to win you back.

Besides, you were dating Jane now, and you’d never had a better girlfriend than her. She was sweet, and thoughtful and fun. And a million other things on top of that. You were getting serious about her, and no one else stood a chance with you.

While you were sure to hide whatever gifts appeared on your desk, until you could pawn or regift them, they hadn’t escaped Jane's notice. She’d seen almost every one of them and it was making her feel like she was no longer good enough for you. You hadn’t realized that Jane had seen them, but you started to suspect when she became distant. She canceled dates last minute, even tried to avoid you at work whenever possible. You didn’t want to push, but you were getting worried.

You were about to go see Jane when none other than your ex, the excessive gift giver, stormed into BPD. "You haven’t called, haven’t thanked me for anything I’ve given you. Why won’t you take me back?"

At this point, all the attention in the room was focused on you and your ex. She was always great at making a scene. Frankly, you were sick of it. "I’m not calling you, or thanking you or getting back with you because I met someone else, and I love her." This shocked your ex into silence, and everyone around was tense, wondering what would happen next.

"You love me," came Jane's voice from behind you. You turned to face her.

"Of course I do. I was going to tell you last week but you canceled."

"Well yeah, you were getting showered in fancy gifts. I can’t compete with that."

"I never asked you to. Jane, I don’t want fancy gifts. If that’s all I wanted I never would have left her," you explained, gesturing to your ex who stood frozen behind you. "What I want is something real. What I want is you." This caused your ex to let out a huff and storm off just like she’d stormed in. It also caused Jane to smile and you couldn’t have asked for anything better than that.

For anon

Jane Rizzoli: @riveranddoctorsong123

#jane rizzoli #jane rizzoli imagine #jane rizzoli x reader #rizzoli & isles #rizzoli & isles imagine #request #send requests #requests open

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hobbitingryffindor · 2 years

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Trust (III of IV)

I decided to let myself edit this to ease myself into my todo list today. So enjoy and happy Thursday.

Ready to go?

Almost, I'll meet you upstairs in the lobby in 10 minutes?

Sounds good, I'll grab the coffee

Maura closed her eyes and centered her breath. In, two, three, four. Hold. Two, three, four, five, six, seven. Exhale, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

"Are you okay, Dr. Isles?" came Susie's voice from the doorway

"Thank you, Susie. I just needed a moment. How are those labs coming for Detective Sargent Hill?" Maura redirected.

"They're right here. Just need your signature, and then I can scan them over to him." Susie said as she handed over the documents. Maura reviewed and signed them. Smiling kindly as she handed them back to Susie. "Perfect, thank you for making sure those were complete before I left for the day. I will be back tomorrow morning. Please don't stay late, there are no urgent cases, and you deserve your evenings."

Maura finished gathering her things. When she exited the elevator, she was greeted by a fresh chamomile tea as Jane swooped in with a quick peck to her cheek. "You look like you need to relax a bit," Jane whispered in her ear. Maura's heart warmed at how Jane always took care of her. Hopefully, Jane would understand.

"Thank you, this is perfect. Ready?" Jane nodded as she grabbed the door for Maura.

The ride up to the financial district was pretty quiet. Jane confirmed that she had brought her birth certificate, social security card, and license while Maura fiddled with her phone.

Ray, I haven't told her about all the funds and expenditures. Let's just stick to getting her name on all the accounts today, and I'll explain it all to her when she and I go through them at home.

Okay, I'm here to make your life easier. Just let me know if there's anything I can do.

I appreciate it. I think the quicker this afternoon goes, the better. Can you print off binders for the Rizzoli accounts, the Davis Fund, and the Williams Trust? Telling her what I have done needs to happen at home. I just do not know how to approach the conversation.

Before she knew what was happening, Jane was opening her door and helping her out of the car.

"Where's your head at?"

"Sorry, taking care of some business before we head in, you have my full attention." Maura offered with a smile. It wasn't exactly a lie, just a little obfuscation.

"The way you were acting, I thought that was going to be painful. In and out in just over an hour. The paperwork's done, and while I've got some homework," Jane said as she motioned to the binders tucked in her arm, "that was much easier than I thought. Like I said, I've set my ego aside. You're in charge of the finances. I'm just here to support you."

"If I'm in charge of the finances, does that mean we can get you a proper car, and you can leave the unmarked for work?" Maura raised her eyebrows and made sure her dimple showed in the way that always made Jane stumble over her words.

"You mean you want to buy me a new car?"

"No, Jane, I want you to go buy a new car, preferably something a little more comfortable. I know you don't like my daily drive Prius, but you do like the Benz. Maybe something else green? Could you get the best of both worlds – did you know Porche has a hybrid sedan? Although, I've always pictured you in an SUV, if I'm being honest."

Jane looked at the unmarked they approached. "I know she's not pretty, but she was assigned to me when I left vice, and I'm a little attached." turning to look at Maura, "But, I'll think about it, okay? I don't want to go on a spending spree just because my name is on these accounts. Honestly, even if I had won the lottery, I'd get some new clothes, yes, probably a new car, and then probably take a nice vacation."

"Well, Jane, this is a different kind of lottery. In this one, you get money, responsibility, and as a bonus, me in your bed every night."

"You in my bed every night is the only lottery I care about." Her dimples showed just how happy she was. Once at the car, the trunk lock gave her some trouble. All she wanted to do was lock the binders away while they walked to Brattle. "Okay, okay, maybe this is a sign. Plus, test driving cars is fun, haggling with dealers is a pain, but the test driving is always fun." And as if the car and Maura were conspiring, the trunk popped open as she conceded Maura's point.

With the binders locked in the trunk, she turned and enveloped Maura in a hug. "Thank you for being so patient with me. Money makes me uncomfortable because there wasn't much when I was a kid. But nothing makes me more comfortable in the whole world than you. I'll get used to it, and I promise, I'm working on not taking it. Personally, it's just money. I grew up thinking that money made people different. It made them more powerful or arrogant. But you've shown me that's not the money, that's the people. The money is kinda like Captain America's serum. It just makes you more of who you are."

Maura chuckled into Jane's chest, "I've never heard it put that way, but I think you're right."

"Wait, did you just get my comic book reference?"

"Jane, you've made me watch those Margel movies enough that I'm not sure how I could have missed it. Plus, I love all the allegories in their stories. While Captain America is about fighting fascism, did you know that X-Men is an allegory for Civil Ri-"

Jane captured Maura's lips, putting all the emotion she couldn't verbalize into it.

When she finally pulled back, "Marvel, Mau' Marvel. And yes, I did know that X-Men is an allegory for Civil Rights, and The Punisher represents the failure of the justice system, not this whole back the blue cult that's sprung up. I grew up on these comics. Where did you learn all about them?"

The topic of money effectively forgotten. "You might have fallen asleep watching one of the Thor movies … And, I may have found a wonderful research article on how comics are the modern version of Aesop's Fables. They help teach children how to navigate modern the modern world…" Maura replied with a slight blush.

If it was possible, Jane pulled Maura tighter, "I" kiss "love" kiss "you" kiss "so" kiss "much." Maura realized that if they didn't get moving, this would get heated very quickly pulled back. "Why don't we walk up to Faneuil Hall and check out Newbury Comics instead? You, can you pick up your favorite comics, and I'll read those while you go over the books?"

"Mau' your homework is so much more fun than mine. That's not fair."

Maura linked her arm through Jane's, leading them North up Congress. "That's what you think, but I'll be right there next to you going over the books." Jane was comforted by the idea of Maura explaining all the accounts to her. Maura felt her heart rate rise at the thought of actually telling Jane everything she'd done.

Walking into the house, Jane with the binders and comics, Maura with the half meat lovers, half veggie pizza they picked up on the way home, they both relished the simple domesticity. They proceeded upstairs and changed out of work clothes before settling in for the night. Jane always marveled at how Maura really did take off her bra first thing when she got home. She thought as Maura's best friend, Maura was comfortable with her. Still, there were these small mannerisms and actions Maura slowly revealed to Jane as their relationship deepened. Jane appreciated how they signified Maura had let her all the way in.

"Let me help you with that," Jane said as Maura reached around to unclasp her bra. Jane pulled Maura close, feeling their breasts press together. Maura thanked her with a deep kiss. They held each other close, letting their touch communicate more than words could. Jane – comforted that the day had gone so well, and Maura – avoiding the actual topic. Jane walked Maura back to the bed and as her knees hit the edge she fell back, and Jane straddled her. They stayed like that, venerating each other. The thought of pizza and uncomfortable conversations were forgotten in favor of the comfort they found in each other.

Jane's stomach woke them both. The room was getting dark as the sun was starting to set outside the window.

"Hungry?" Maura asked.

"I could eat," Jane replied with a smirk as she pulled Maura's hip closer.

"Incorrigible!" Maura pushed Jane's hand away as she went to get up.

"You know you love me." Jane yawned while stretching across the bed. Watching Maura's back as she pulled Jane's Youk shirt over her head. Watching Maura dress was almost as good as undressing her. She didn't know how sexy she was, even in the simplest of movements. Maura grabbed a fresh pair of panties from the dresser and slowly worked them up her legs. Indulging Jane's lustful gaze. Maura reached for pair of yoga pants when Jane's voice came from behind her. "Don't"

"What if your mother comes over later?"

"Just shut off the courtyard light. I want you all to myself tonight."

"Only if you don't wear any either?" Jane's movements froze for a second, and Maura's voice dropped just a bit. "What? You think I don't enjoy your sexy legs as much as you enjoy mine?"

As Jane stood in all her glory, egging Maura on. "First you steal my shirt, then you tell me I can't wear pants? Do you want me to walk around the house naked?"

Maura one-upped Jane. "That would be preferable."

"And I'm the incorrigible one?!" Jane responded in mock offense. "Fine, how's this? You go put the pizza in the oven, and I'll find a new shirt and join you on the couch, sans pants? You can give me the overview on those binders before we eat."

"Sounds fair," Maura assented before escaping the room. Letting out a deep breath, she hit the digital clock on the stove, setting the temperature. Maura had to figure out a plan and quickly, she had about 15 minutes until the oven was preheated and another 5-10 until the pizza was done. Should she hold off until Jane had eaten? Or just get it out. It had been put it off long enough. Jane didn't seem like she was famished. She could start this conversation and Jane could eat while giving her the silent treatment. Hopefully, Jane would see reason before they retired for bed. Maura grabbed two beers from the fridge, turned off the courtyard light, and turned the extra bolt on the side door. The last thing she needed was for Angela to come in in the middle of this.

#Rizzoli and Isles #Rizzoli & Isles #fanfiction #Rizzles

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fireandfolds · 2 years

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list of unfinished wips i have (i don’t know which one to finish first, but i’ll check them off as i finish)

someone please yell at me if i start a NEW idea instead of finishing one of these. there’s so many, look at them

KARA DANVERS/LENA LUTHOR (luvers)

chase our blues down

-:- kara isn’t herself. lena knows. she tries to reach out.

wake at the first cringe of morning (heart’s already sinned)

-:- domestic luvers in the morning

lipstick flakes off of my shirt

-:- oneshot collection of luvers and clothing

ruled by the vibe i’m bringing (serving myself)

-:- misc prompt collection, need to find some prompts though (feel free to send some)

in search of songs to sing

-:- music shop x soulmate au. kara owns a small music store, lena’s looking to buy something for ruby. the last words of their first conversation with their soulmate + whatever happens to their body ends up on the other person

with thunderous applause LINK

-:- inspired by this fic, lena being a nerd leads to some important conversations.

almost (sweet music)

-:- bodyguard x celebrity au, written with @ancneun, we need to work on the rest of the chapters ‘cause we only have the first chapter complete though & written out lmao

recognise the situation (a good time)

-:- secret surprise fic. writing with @svpergirly. thats all yall get

supercorptober 2020 days 19-31

supercorptober 2021 days 7-31

wait, you wear glasses?! ch 6/6

-:- the one where kara wants to kiss lena bc she looks so cute in glasses. last chapter needs to be finished already!!! its been quite literally months…

seems so clear, never want to lose her ch 2-3/3

-:- kara has fallen head-over-heels for her best friend. before she can tell lena that, she needs to tell her about the supergirl thing. but as usual, life complicates things.

when they knew

-:- [redacted]

PENANCE ADAIR/AMALIA TRUE

50 types of kisses with penance & amalia

-:- literally in the title, inspired by this prompt list

laid eyes, she wanna know if i’m alright

-:- amalia gets shot on a expedition, penance looks after her.

(untitled)

-:- amalia & penance get married, that’s all i got written down lmao

pickups

-:- picking up where the show left off or before the show starts, and fix-it fics

i’ve seen the love of my baby

-:- hug prompts with this list

half as beautiful too

-:- random prompt collection

burned out from a joy ride

-:- late night ride in the prototype car because angst

i couldn’t name that feeling carried in that voice

-:- “what does your real accent sound like?” the question came out of nowhere, punctuated by the rustling of sheets.

i’m something else when i see you

-:- penance can see energy. so naturally, she notices something between her and amalia.

she give me toothaches just from kissin’ me

-:- kiss prompt list fill from this list

i fell in love with the fire long ago

-:- lazy day at the workshop + amalia wearing a suit

and maybe it’s time

-:- a ptsd hurt/comfort fic for thatqueerravenclaw on ao3

want to try to be fancy, love (you know)

-:- penance finds amalia putting on a suit for the first time, and she finds she likes it very much.

make the yuletide gay

-:- christmas fic for svpergirly/tiredtiredcia

MAURA ISLES/JANE RIZZOLI

(untitled)

-:- jane + maura in those goddamn black scrubs.

PARVATI HOLCOMB/JUNLEI TENNYSON

closer to the stars (outer space) ch 2/2

-:- parvati asks the captain to walk her down the aisle for her and junlei’s wedding.

creation (haunted and holy)

-:- unreliable crew reunion on the ship. junlei accompanies parvati and comes bearing a gift.

i jump off (into your arms)

-:- 5 times parvati and junlei made each other promises, 1 time they made each other rings

restless, running from the present

-:- parvati and junlei make each other increasingly weird accesories

these words are supposed to be simple

-:- parv and jun leave each other short messages and notes, but instead of post-its, they’re incredibly extra and etch their messages into thin pieces of metal

happiness is all around

-:- songfic

JENNIFER “JJ” JAREAU/EMILY PRENTISS

no concrete ideas yet but there will be a few in the future most likely

EMILY KALDWIN/ALEXI MAYHEW

sweet time, just right

-:- emily records herself playing a song for her and alexi’s 20th friendiversary. the response is nothing she could have expected.

SHERLOCK HOLMES & JOAN WATSON

no, it don’t get better than this

-:- songfic

ELSA OLDENBURG/HONEYMAREN NATTURA

ideas to come

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julieverne · 7 months

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Maura woke up pleasantly warm, her head resting on something surprisingly hard. She nuzzled in until she found a soft spot.

Then she realised what the soft spot was, realised she could hear the little noises Jane made when she woke up.

She also realised she wasn't in her pyjamas, or anything else, for that matter, and the body she was trying to use as a pillow with limited success was similarly unclad.

Jane's hands tightened on her back for a moment before she came to the same conclusion, when Jane's hands froze, as though she too was trying to process the situation.

Maura did a quick audit; no memories of anything last night that would have led to this situation, and a mild arousal that was usual when she woke with Jane. She didn't have any morning-after soreness, any aching joints from unfamiliar positions. She couldn't smell the sweet, cloying smell that she would after the suspected activities.

Everything seemed normal.

As normal as everything could be while cuddled up to an unclad Jane while in a similar state of dress.

Maura blinked her eyes open, coming face to face with the reality of her position. Jane was still frozen, her hands completely stilled on Maura's bare back.

It didn't feel like she'd had a one-night-stand, but she'd never had one with a woman before. Even so, she was sure she'd be able to tell. She only remembered getting home so late last night and staggering up the stairs, Jane behind her with a hand to steady Maura's ascent.

The spare bedroom. The green room. The one Jane always stayed in. She didn't even remember coming in here. She breathed in again, but there was no smell of decomp. She must have showered at some point, but still she had no memory of it.

Jane. Jane was here. Jane might know why this was happening.

"Do you have any idea what happened last night?" Maura asked, yawning but making no move to get up. Her watch - one of the very few things she wore - said it was time to get up, but it also said it was only three hours after they'd left the station last night.

Jane was still frozen, and Maura lifted her head to look at her.

Jane looked terrified. She looked afraid and uncertain and worried and -

- and gorgeous in the dawn light spilling through the window. Her skin had uneven tan lines, but it just highlighted the areas of interest to Maura. Maura couldn't tear her gaze away, didn't even try.

"No," Jane said finally, her voice a strangled whisper. She cleared her throat, looking embarassed. "No, no idea. It was a late night. I don't think - I wouldn't have had the energy - I'd have remembered -"

Maura nodded and let her head drop back to Jane's chest. She was due a few more hours of sleep.

+++

Maura woke again to the sound of one of her 'Rizzoli' mugs crashing into the carpet. She ordered stoneware from Target for this very reason. She looked over at the doorway, blinking sleepily at Angela, who had one hand over her mouth, the other still held out as though the coffee cup was in it.

"Ma! It's not what it looks like," Jane said quickly, pulling the sheets up to cover them.

"I saw your car, and you hadn't come home when I got back from work at one. I didn't - I did knock - I -"

Jane groaned and Maura lifted her head.

"I could use a coffee."

Angela, startled, looked down at the mess on the bedroom floor.

"I can deal with that later. Coffee, please," Maura's voice was firm and insistent, and Angela left quietly, subdued.

"What. The. Hell." Jane sat up, groping through the sheets for something - anything to wear. If she took the sheet to find clothes, Maura would be exposed, and if she left the sheet covering Maura, Jane would be exposed. "Why are you in my bed?"

"It's my house, so technically it's my bed. I think the question you mean to ask is why we're not dressed at all, and to that I have no answer. Just exhaustion." With that, Maura relinquished her place on Jane's bony chest, rolling over and stretching, sitting up to assess the situation again.

Still no clothes. Jane was averting her gaze from Maura's bared torso with a vivid blush, which was interesting.

"You know I don't guess, so it's up to you to come up with a hypothesis."

Jane kept her gaze fixed on the corner of the room as Maura got up slowly, shuffling to the dresser to pull out the pyjamas she stocked for Jane, throwing over a second pair, which Jane thankfully struggled into.

They got dressed in the car together. They showered in the gym together.

But they didn't wake up together without any clothes.

Maura opened the bathroom door and audited the room with interest. There was a pile of white clothing in a puddle on the floor, but there were no further clues, other than a mild headache and an ache in her back. Jane groaned, getting to her feet, and Maura collected the wet clothes and towels, running into Angela on the stairs.

"I'll take that if you'll take the coffee," Angela offered, and Maura nodded, handing over the laundry and taking the coffee. Back in the green room, she propped herself in the doorway, sipping her coffee, waiting for Jane to be done in the bathroom. Jane took the second coffee, rubbing her face.

"Phone?" Jane asked, and Maura scanned the bedside tables quickly. Hers wasn't here either.

Something unusual must have happened last night, but not so unusual that either of them remembered anything as being remarkable.

Maura shrugged and went downstairs. Her phone was on the counter, as was Jane's. Not charged. She plugged them both into the console powerboard, sipping absently at her coffee.

"We didn't - we didn't do anything, right?" Jane asked, her voice low and gravelly. Her eyes were sunken and her skin was pale. Maura knew she looked no better. She could go back to bed for another 12 hours and still feel bone-tired. Her legs were like jelly.

"Would it matter if we did?" Maura asked, too tired to keep whatever facade they'd rendered over their relationship from cracking. It mattered to her because she'd want to remember her first time with Jane, but both of them falling into bed together wasn't new. The discarded clothes were new. The cuddling in bed wasn't new. The amount of skin that had been involved was new.

"I guess not," Jane mumbled, putting her coffee down and running her hands through her hair. "Just seems sudden, is all."

"Why are there clothes dissolving in the sink? And why did you give me paper jumpsuits to wash?" Angela asked, her earlier fragility forgotten as she came back into the kitchen.

Dissolving.

A vague memory pricked at the edge of Maura's mind. Seeing 4% on her phone, she turned it on.

Oh.

Acid. The body had burst open and spat acid at them. They'd cleaned up at the office, but Maura had insisted they shower again at home, and on checking that Jane hadn't been burned, and on having Jane check her skin as well. She vaguely remembered saying something about letting the mild burns they had breathe, and positioning herself on Jane without a sheet on her back since she'd shielded Jane from the worst of the explosion. They'd both suffered mild head injuries from the force of the blast, and now that Maura knew what to look for she could see the bruise at Jane's temple.

"Acid," Maura said, and Jane nodded. Maura had remembered the event, the acid, the anxiety and burning. But she'd forgotten getting home, the adrenaline long worn off, and stripping down again, pulling Jane into the shower because she was too tired to bother with seperate showers when they'd already showered together in the lab. Maura sighed. "Please wash your hands thoroughly, Angela. I shouldn't have let you touch anything."

Maura joined her at the sink since she'd also handled the clothes. "Yesterday's outfits are a write-off, Jane."

"You were in front of me when it went off. Your back -"

"They gave us a sedative, didn't they?" Maura asked. "And someone dropped us home."

"Frankie, and got patrol to drop him back at the station, so he could check how it had been planted in the body," Jane said, skimming through her phone, playing catch-up as well. "Is your back okay?"

Maura slid her hand beneath the jacket of the pyjamas, finding a small bandage over her lower back. She'd shielded Jane with her body without thinking as soon as she'd heard the noise.

"I don't know," Maura said honestly, and Jane gave an impatient grunt and tugged up the jacket, examining Maura's back. She peeled back the adhesive carefully, almost tenderly, then pulled in a breath through her teeth.

"Looks painful," Jane said, her voice soft. "I could have got out of the way on my own. You don't need to protect me. It's not your job."

"You are my business," Maura said, blinking again.

"Go back to bed. You're still doped up, aren't you?" Jane cupped Maura's face and peered into her eyes.

"Stairs," Maura complained, but Jane merely slid an arm around her waist to help her with them.

+++

"You know, I thought for a moment," Angela said, pouring Jane another coffee. "Just for a moment, that I was finally going to get the daughter-in-law I always wanted." Jane lifted her head with difficulty and stared at Angela, clearly not processing. "You should go back to bed too. It sounds like they dosed you as well."

"Nah, I'm fine. Not cleared for work, but fine."

"Maura's all alone up there," Angela pointed out, and Jane's face softened, the way it always did when someone said Maura's name. She nodded and stumbled up the stairs.

+++

"It would matter."

Maura blinked awake. Jane was holding her carefully, clothing between them this time. Maura's mind felt less clouded, and she yawned.

"What would matter?" She felt Jane startle beneath her. "Jane? What would matter?"

"If we'd done anything. It would matter because I didn't remember it, and that feels like a - like a waste. I've never been with a woman before, and if I had, I'd have liked to at least remember it."

"Me too, Jane," Maura said softly, surprised by how vulnerable Jane was letting herself be about a topic they often skirted around. Attraction to women. Maura felt the same pull as she had that morning, the same latent, background arousal she typically felt when Jane held her so tenderly. She remembered Jane helping her back into bed, but she also remembered Jane leaving her alone, here in the spare bedroom she'd earmarked as Jane's. She nuzzled back into Jane's chest, one of Jane's hands resting protectively over the bandage on her back.

"Especially if it was you," Jane added, and Maura could feel the coiled tension in the body beneath hers, could feel the bated breath of Jane.

"Especially if it was you," Maura agreed, closing her eyes again.

+++

It took a few weeks for Maura's back to heal, and Jane took pointers from Hope on how to clean the wound and check for infection and how to position the bandage. Maura didn't need to remove her entire shirt each time, but she did without shame, something glimmering in her eyes. A dare, a challenge. Jane made eye contact without blushing, without her eyes slipping down, and Maura felt disappointed. It had felt like they'd been on the cusp of something new, something impossibly intimate, and Jane had pulled away again.

+++

"It's healed wonderfully," Hope told Maura, and Jane smiled. "You're an excellent nurse, Jane."

"Only when it's Maura that needs nursing," Jane demurred. Hope chuckled and joined Angela on the couch.

"Do you want to go do something that matters?" Jane asked, her voice low, and Maura had half-forgotten that semi-conscious drugged conversation so she crinkled her face, trying to remember.

"What we do matters," Maura informed Jane, wondering why she was so down on their jobs all of a sudden. Jane rolled her eyes.

"I meant me," Jane whispered, and Maura stared at her, eyes squinting as she processed.

"I'M VERY TIRED," Maura said loudly into the living room.

"I'd better help you up the stairs," Jane said normally. "Goodnight," she added awkwardly, scampering up the stairs after Maura, two at a time.

"Do you think they think they're fooling anyone?" Hope asked with a chuckle.

"They don't have our years of experience," Angela boasted, sliding her arm around Hope and kissing her.

#rizzoli and isles #rizzoli & isles #maura isles #rizzles #jane rizzoli #rizzles fanfic #hope martin #angela rizzoli

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sapphicscholar · 4 years

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Summary: Maggie and Alex might not have met until President Marsdin's speech. But what if gothamsfinest and ddsaaxd had known each other for much longer?Or, ya know, it's more of the cracky pre-canon fandom AU where oblivious Alex is only reading femslash because of the strong female characters, and her fic is definitely Rizzoli&Isles, not Rizzoli/Isles, no matter what gothamsfinest thinks.

A/N: Alex’s username comes from @performativezippers delightful Spin Doctor fic, which you should read if you haven’t already

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As a policy, Alex Danvers did not read fan fiction. She may have participated in a few heated fan board discussions about Xena and The X-Files, but that was analysis, not trying to write some fake baby and make two characters kiss and live happily ever after. She’d left that bullshit to Kara for years (and teased her mercilessly when she readily shared her account with Alex back in high school).

So honestly, it was a mystery to her as to how, at 24 years old, she’d ended up on fanfiction.net instead of working on her overdue research, drumming her fingers lightly against the keys as she tried to come up with a username that was far enough away from anything else she used online.

Too many things felt oddly identifiable, like Kara would see them and know instantly that it was Alex behind that pseudonym.

In the end, an odd abbreviation of her actual name somehow seemed more anonymous than anything else. Also, it had “ax” in it, and that was pretty cool.

Once she’d picked a password and verified her email, Alex clicked over to the Rizzoli & Isles story she’d been reading—not one of those fics where suddenly everyone’s sleeping together and talking about feelings, but a proper one with a real, believable serial killer and a police team that actually felt realistic. She didn’t know if gothamsfinest was actually a member of the GPD or if they were just good about doing their research, but the story was compelling enough that Alex actually wanted to leave a review. Of course, that was easier said than done when she saw that gothamsfinest had decided not to allow anonymous reviews. And really, she could have just let it go; the writer probably got lots of other people telling them how good the story was. But a flicker of guilt flared up inside her—memories of Kara moping around the house when she posted something she’d worked hard on and gotten almost no feedback in response—and suddenly she found herself creating an account that she’d clearly only ever use to leave a couple comments on this one fic.

Only, “Bound” just kept getting better.

It was on chapter 14 now, and each one left Alex on the edge of her seat. The serial killer seemed to be getting closer and closer to Maura, but gothamsfinest managed to break up the tension with easy banter between Jane and Maura and a few scenes with the extended Rizzoli family that actually made Alex smile. Hell, there were even B-plots with Frost and Korsak that Alex didn’t hate, and she almost never liked the random “extra” plots that most authors didn’t know how to handle.

And fine, okay, it was starting to become clear that there might be a romance plot between Maura and Jane. But it wasn’t overwhelming. Alex didn’t, like, need to see them be together. She was totally cool with Jane being with that FBI guy, whatever his name was. Best friendship was a big deal, and she’d definitely had friends she’d been just as close with as those two were. It didn’t have to mean anything. But gothamsfinest focused on the story, and if maybe Jane and Maura ended up kissing, Alex guessed it would be fine. It wasn’t like that was why she’d clicked on the story in the first place.

Read the rest on AO3!

#sanvers #fan fic #crack #alex danvers #maggie sawyer #supergirl #fandom au #pre-canon #coming out arc #ao3feed

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thepriceisrizzoli · 4 years

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not people

Filling a prompt from socks-lost about wanting to see Maura struggle with a panic attack after Killer in High Heels.

The tile feels cool on Maura’s forehead.

Normally, she would shudder at the thought of the petri dish jungles that would grow as a result of a bacterial swab of this tile. But all that matters right now is that its coolness feels a little bit soothing.

What’s the event, even? Something for charity, but which? It doesn’t matter. These functions are all the same. Polite small talk, pledge money, move on. Manageable. She’s been doing it all her life.

Then her eyes had settled on the glass in her hand, and she couldn’t remember for certain who she’d accepted it from, or what might be in it, or if she’d already sipped any of it.

And then suddenly, there were too many unknowns. Too much sensory input to cope with. Too many strange faces, and the backs of heads were almost worse. Too many people, too close, too loud. Every conversation in the room blending into one overwhelming drone. A dozen different perfumes and colognes choking her. Even the seams of her dress seemed to shrink, digging into her skin and restricting her breathing.

She really hopes she hadn’t made a scene on her way to the restroom. It wasn’t empty, and holding herself together for the extra thirteen steps it took to reach the privacy of this end stall was almost more than she could bear. The tears had burst from her before she even turned around to lock the door, quickly ruining the makeup she promised herself she wouldn’t have to reapply.

If only she could disappear without having to speak to anyone or be seen by anyone. Just blink and magically be at home. She feels pathetic and afraid and helpless in this little cell, which is as much like a cage as it is like temporary safety from the entire world. Though initially a relief, the solitude is now ringing in her ears as loudly as the cacophony of the crowd had.

It’s only after a few breaths that she realizes part of that cacophony she had fled was Jane saying her name.

Jane is out there. Her plus one. Totally out of her element and only here to be supportive. She has every right to come bursting in here, complaining about being left stranded out there in a dress she hates, with a bunch of stuffy strangers, at a function she has no interest in.

Fresh tears spill at the realization that she’ll have no emotional energy to deal with that. Maura had run into this bathroom like a scared little animal looking for a crevice to crawl into, and if Jane reaches a hand in after her, she doesn’t know what she might do except shut down, or maybe bite.

The hand dryer goes off, exposing the sharpness of her breathing to the echoing quiet. She covers her mouth, eyes stinging and lungs burning from trying to silence her sobs. Over by the sinks a couple of younger women laugh, and even though she knows it’s not about her, somehow it sounds like it is.

Door hinges. Maura recognizes the new set of footsteps even in the dialect of heel clicks instead of their native boot stomps. Then there they are in the little gap under the door: the sage almond pumps she picked out with Jane forty hours earlier, just to match a dress she’ll never wear a second time.

She braces.

“Maura?”

"Hm,” is all she can say without revealing her state.

“You okay?” Jane sounds... gentle.

How nice lying must be. She could say yes and Jane would go away and this would be one step closer to being over.

“I jus-st need a minute.”

She squeezes her eyes shut, holding her breath, too close to having her little bubble breached.

“Okay.”

The shoes disappear. Somebody runs the dryer and she can breathe again.

A minute later, something wedges in the crack of the stall door. A piece of paper.

Unfolding reveals it as a torn off piece of the glossy program she was handed when she entered the event. Her tears slow as she tries to understand the words written on it.

If you want company but don’t want to say a word, text me 1.

Company but I don’t talk either - 2

Stand over here and keep the dryer running - 3

Immediate escort off the premises no questions asked - 4

You need to be alone - 5

Anything else - name it. I have your back.

She has to read it four times before absorbing it, but once she does, it’s like a light turns on.

Panic told her she was all alone. It had her lumping Jane in with people.

There is some whining and teasing, yes. But when something serious is happening, there could be no one more ferociously on her side than Jane Rizzoli. She has it all. Cop authority. Friend comforts. Big sister powers. She’s her go-to for anything and everything.

Jane isn’t people. Jane is Jane.

She finds her phone in her purse.

1. Send.

Feet reappear within fifteen seconds. There is no knock.

She unlatches the door, opening it to find a soft smile waiting. It makes her wonder how awful she must look.

Despite the premise of the text she just sent, the first thing she does is start rambling.

“I just don’t kn-now wh- I don’t know! I don’t know.”

Giving up on expressing herself, she pushes into Jane’s arms instead, repeating herself uselessly.

Jane walks them a step into the stall and pushes the door shut with her elbow. “Okay,” she wraps her arms around Maura and leans a cheek on her head. “Okay.”

“I don’t know.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t know who an-nyone is. I don’t-”

“You know me.”

Maura goes quiet, breathing hard.

“Nobody’s here but you and me.”

Jane's hand moves up and down her back.

“You’re safe. I know it doesn’t feel okay, but it will be. We’ll just hang out here as long as it takes to feel more okay. And then we’ll go home. You don’t have to talk to a single person. Okay?”

Maura nods with a hiccupy sigh.

“Okay. Now just breathe with me.”

It takes time to realize that this isn’t a hug. It’s shaped like a hug, but a hug would’ve lasted just long enough to express sympathy, and this is not ending. This is a hold. And it makes her feel protected, and not alone. And it feels devastatingly good to just hide in and cry like there’s no time limit. Jane’s hands hold her securely, rubbing soft circles on her back. It helps calm her enough that when she opens her eyes again it’s almost a surprise to remember where they still are. If only it could continue this way, but at home instead of in a public bathroom stall.

She can’t tell how long they’ve been in there, but it’s probably been too long. Begrudgingly, she peels herself out of the embrace.

“Everything... just..”

“Got cranked up to 11 all of a sudden?” Jane finishes quietly. “And all you wanna do is teleport home and curl up in a dark room and shut off.”

Maura heaves a sigh. “Yeah.”

"Let’s teleport.”

“Oh... I haven’t excused myself,” she realizes with a near-sob. “I didn’t say goodbye to our hosts.”

“I took care of it,” Jane shakes her head.

“What did you say?”

“I said something came up that required our attention and that you sent your appreciation and regrets and blah blah blah, it was fine. They think you left already. No one’s looking for you.”

Relief floods through her.

That’s why, come to think of it... Maura was in here for at least a few minutes on her own. It hadn’t occurred to her to wonder why Jane hadn’t followed her immediately. She was out there smoothing over the situation, keeping anyone from following, making it less like a scene.

“Okay. Here’s the exit strategy: I’m gonna lead you out the door in full hockey gear. Anybody tries to talk to you, I body check them into the ice sculpture. It’ll be ladies screaming, monocles falling into champagne flutes-”

A laugh jumps from her throat, small but unexpected enough to come out sounding as much like a cough. Jane sounds pleased to have earned at least that.

Her actual suggestion is to bring the car around to the service exit, and then come back to escort her out.

After making the best of her face, Maura follows Jane out, letting herself be led by the hand. She feels like a small child being helped to cross a street, but somehow in this context it’s reassuring instead of condescending.

She pushes through half a set of double doors, holding it open for her.

The voice is immediate, and male.

“Excuse me, ladies, but this area-”

“Boston police,” Jane barks without slowing or even altering their course, even though he is directly ahead of them. “Clear the exit.”

In her peripheral vision Maura can see the man - kitchen staff maybe - stepping aside, showing his palms in disinterested surrender. Not paid enough to stand in the way and be bulldozed. She notices how Jane is angling herself to block her from view as much as is casually possible as they move past.

She focuses on Jane’s shoulder blades, visible thanks to her updo and the low-ish back of the dress she’d talked her into. Imagining her instead in hockey gear almost brings a smile to Maura’s face.

Something about the safety of the car makes her start crying again, and to her relief, Jane simply lets her.

- - -

The next time she looks at the clock, it reads 12:41.

She must have fallen asleep. She wants nothing more than to fall back asleep, but something is nagging at her... besides the fact that she’s fallen asleep in her makeup.

It’s Jane. Jane protected her and drove her home, but she doesn’t recall saying a single word to her since they left that bathroom. No effort to be appreciative or even hospitable. Her only goal upon arriving home was tearing off that dress so she could finally breathe and crashing in bed just long enough to catch her breath.

Her eyes move across her bedroom, dimly lit by the light of her closet filtering through its slatted door.

Her dressing table. Her nightstand. Legs on the bed.

Legs on the bed?

Jane is lying on the bed next to her. Propped up halfway on pillows, and with hands folded neatly over her stomach, she looks more like she’s waiting than sleeping.

“Hey,” she says, and Maura jumps slightly even though her presence is not a surprise. Her nerves feel shredded.

“Sorry,” Jane adds quickly. “It’s just me. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to be alone.”

Maura rubs her eyes. “I’m sorry I fell asleep.”

“Nah, that’s exactly what you needed.”

She feels more settled now, though exhausted and embarrassed... however with Jane here to look out for her, it’s not so terrible. Being that vulnerable in front of someone she trusts feels nice, in a way.

“Do you? Want to be alone?”

Apologetically excusing Jane is her first instinct, but she pauses. Going back to sleep sounds nice, but having Jane there sounds even nicer. Her presence is so calming.

“No.”

"’kay.” Jane sits up and pats a little folded pile on the foot of the bed. “I grabbed some pajamas for you.”

“I’m alread- oh,” glancing down, she realizes she was in such a hurry to get out of that dress that she never put anything else on, and is still just in underwear. Hopefully she was the one who pulled the bed sheet over herself.

That’s what makes her check to see what Jane is wearing, if not still her dress from the benefit. She’s found one of the old tees and sweats of her own that are always stashed in Maura’s drawers.

"Let me go get you a glass of water,” Jane smirks.

Getting ready for bed gives Maura her second wind. That little crash helped recharge her at least to the point where she can think again - not necessarily a good thing - and now she doesn’t feel like trying to go directly to sleep.

They end up in their go-to place for processing: the couch. Side by side, they just sit in silence for a little while.

Earlier it was all just a tornado of raw data, but now she’s starting to be able to organize it and analyze what had happened.

“I feel so ridiculous.” Her voice still sounds congested.

“You aren’t.”

“But there was no real threat at all. Am I that afraid of a dead man?”

“You wouldn’t be the first.”

Jane doesn’t talk about Hoyt that much, but Maura knows that’s what she means.

Neither of them really fear dead men. What they fear is that those men weren’t unique. There are more of them in the world - it’s a statistical certainty. There’s just no way of knowing which they are.

That’s where she’d lost it at the benefit tonight. All those smiling faces, each one Schrödinger’s acquaintance. Simultaneously a pleasant conversationalist and potential catastrophic threat to her safety, her sanity, her life.

“I keep doing the math. The number of new people I tend to encounter in an average work week - the prevalence of violent crime and psychopathy and-”

“Hey,” Jane says, shushing softly. “I know, but we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

Maura allows herself to lean to the side when pulled, and Jane shifts enough to put her chin on top of Maura’s head. It feels warm and safe and reassuring, like the way puppies must feel when they sleep all together in a pile.

“You’re home. You’re safe. You don’t have to think about anything else.”

She closes her eyes, but something is keeping her from totally relaxing. Jane must think she’s much worse off than she is, and to not correct her feels kind of deceptive.

“You don’t have to do this.”

“Do what?”

“I know you don’t like hugging people. I’m not in danger. I’m not in distress anymore... I just like the company.”

She feels a little breath come out of Jane’s chest, like that had been amusing.

“You’re not people.”

Well... in that case, maybe it’s okay to wrap her other arm around Jane’s waist and relax against her. She does, and Jane retaliates with what she’s at least ninety-six percent sure was a kiss on the top of her head.

It gives her a thousand additional questions, but those can be answered later. Right now the important thing is that everything feels safe. And this hug - no, hold - is lasting so long that the only way she can even tell Jane’s awake is the little intermittent back-and-forth thumb near her shoulder.

She's falling asleep on the couch. On Jane.

She does absolutely nothing about it.

#rizzles ficlet #socks-lost #idk how true this is to ptsd but: one panic attack as ordered #and btw for a far superior and feature length take on this flavor I rec Streetwalker by Greened Ink on ff #this is one of those things that's going to languish in my drafts for 5 years while i intend to finish/improve it but wont really so here

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psychadelickate · 4 years

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Rizzoli & Isles: Home

Title: Home Word Count: Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles Pairing: RIzzoli & Isles Characters: Maura Isles, Lilly Isles, Jane Rizzoli Rating: Teen Gif: Not Mine Requested: Anonymous Prompt: 3 things - a child, photograph, confessions

Sunday Night Family Dinner ended a while ago and after seeing everyone out Jane decides to spend some time with Maura and Lilly. After searching the entire house for Maura's daughter, Jane finally finds her sitting on the porch, her favorite blanket draped around her, though not really keeping out the cold.

"Wanna tell me what you're doing out here in the cold, Lils"? Jane asks the six-year-old.

"Thinking," Lilly responds.

"Must be really important, if you came out here, it's freezing," Jane exclaims as she takes a seat next to Lilly, rubbing her hands together for a little warmth.

"I needed some quiet and I needed to get away from…" Lilly stops herself before the name falls from her mouth.

"Andrea?" Jane asks and Lilly nods in response.

"Lils," Jane sighs "Andrea is going to be a part of my life now, and I know it's new and scary for you, but you have to give her a chance, honey."

"I…" Lilly starts, "I can't Jane."

"Why?"

"Because," Lilly says, and Jane raises an eyebrow at the little girl.

"Because is not a reason, Lils," Jane tells her, gently.

It's getting colder now and, in her attempt, to rearrange her blanket something falls from the Lilly's grasp. Jane sees it on the ground and lifts the album, ready to return it to its owner. The title on it, however, grabs her attention and she pulls it toward her, setting it on her lap.

"Lilly's Milestones" is the bold neat print.

Jane opens it and she feels the breath catch in her throat when she sees the first picture.

It's a picture of Maura's first ultrasound, the Doctor on the exam table, ultrasound wand pressed against her still flat abdomen, a fuzzy image on the machine, printed sonogram picture in Jane's one hand and both Jane and Maura smiling like they'd just won the lottery.

Jane turns the page and its another of Maura's ultrasound, this time just a hint of a belly. She goes through the pages, until another picture gets her attention. She doesn't know when it was taken or even who took it, but she remembers the feeling and looking at it now, she's grateful someone did.

They're standing in Maura's office, Jane's hands under Maura's, holding her now seventh month pregnant tummy, feeling Lilly move, for the first time. Jane's gaze is focused on her hands, but Maura is looking at Jane, and Jane feels her heart speed up with Maura's expression.

Another one that stands out is the day Lilly is born. When she had gone into labor, both Hope and Constance had volunteered to be with Maura, but the doctor had shaken her head and asked for Jane and no one else. Jane had held Maura's hand and encouraged her when it seemed the doctor was about to give up and when Lilly emitted the first shrill cry, both women had tears in their eyes. Unprompted, Jane had bent down and kissed Maura, on the lips, gentle but chaste.

"She's beautiful," the nurse had whispered, and the moment had been broken, brushed off and never spoken about again.

There's a few other photos of firsts for Lilly, first solid food, first sitting up, first steps, first tooth… Some from more recent times, first day at daycare, first day at pre-K, first day at kindergarten, first ballet recital, first soccer game.

"All of them have you in them Jane," Lilly's voice is so soft Jane almost misses it.

It takes a moment and then Jane gets it. Lilly is scared of losing her.

"Lils," Jane pulls the six-year-old to her, "I'm not going anywhere. We'll still do things together."

"What about Mom?" Lilly asks and this question surprises Jane.

"What about Maura?" she asks.

"Are you still going to hang out with her? Even though you hurt her every time you bring Andrea for family dinner?"

"Hurt her? Lils, honey, what are you talking about?" this is new information for Jane. Maura has never hinted so much as hurt or discomfort at Andrea's presence.

"Every time you leave after Sunday Family Dinner, mommy goes up to her room and cries. She thinks I don't know, but I can hear her, and it hurts me too when my mommy is hurting. She comes down after a while and we watch a movie then she tucks me into bed, promising me she's not sad and the next week will be better. And then the next week you bring Andrea over again…"

Jane is flabbergasted. For a six-year-old, Lilly is extremely observant, then again, she's Maura's kid, Jane didn't expect any less.

And now, she has to fix this.

Jane hands the book back to Lilly then stands up from her seated position and turns to go back into the house. She needs to talk to Maura.

"Jay," Lilly calls her, and Jane feels her chest expand. Lilly hasn't called her that in months… not since… Andrea.

"If you're going to make Mommy cry more, please don't go inside."

Jane feels her heart breaks a little.

Still she needs to talk to Maura, so she makes her way to Maura's bedroom and just as Lilly told her, Maura is lying on her bed, face down. Jane sees her shoulders jerk and that's the only giveaway to show the doctor is actually crying.

As she has done so many times before, Jane walks over to the bed and lays down next to Maura, prompting the other woman to lift her head. The surprise in her eyes is evident.

"Jane, I thought you left!" she says.

"I was about to, but I found Lilly sitting on the porch she, very reluctantly, I might add, told me about your 'After-Sunday-Dinner-Rituals'.

Jane sees Maura color, though she doesn't say anything.

"Why didn't you say something?" she asks Maura.

"I… You…" she starts then stops and gathers her thoughts. "You're happy with her Jane and I don't want to break that. If you're happy then –"

Jane cuts her off mid-sentence. "that's bullcrap Maura and you know it. The fact that we're having this conversation just proves it. Also, it's not what you think."

"Jane, you should go."

"What?"

"You should go, because if you don't I'm going to want to you to stay, forever, and you can't do that, so go. Please." Maura pleads.

"Maur?" Jane calls, gently. Maura's eyes close automatically at the way Jane says her name. She hasn't said it that way in a long time.

"Maura, are you sure about this, us, me?"

"Jane, I've never been more certain of anything in my life. I love you and I know you don't –"

This time her sentence is cut off by the press of Jane's lips on hers. The kiss is unhurried and soft and gentle and full of promise.

Even though she's loath to stop it, Maura pushes Jane away, "what about Andrea?"

"Maur," Jane starts but is interrupted by her ringing phone. They both see Andrea's name flashing on the screen.

A short conversation follows and when Jane returns, she smiles at Maura. "Well Andrea was more understanding than I thought. She also asked me when I was going to get my head outta my ass and see that I had everything right in front of me."

"Now, where were we?" Jane asks but is interrupted when Lilly jumps onto the bed with them, settling between Jane and Maura.

"Hi Mommy," she greets Maura. "Mama," she turns to Jane and Jane sees hint of a smile on the Lilly's lips.

Jane's chest feels as though it's going to burst open with the amount of love that blooms in it and she finally understands the meaning of home isn't a place, but a feeling.

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anthrofreshtodeath · 11 months

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hmm 15 or 16 (i literally cannot decide) for the otp prompts pls ! can be crossover or not, up to u :)

I picked 15! And since you mentioned the crossover, I went ahead and did that too. It does contain sex, so the majority of it is under the cut. Thank you for the prompt! Find all previous crossover work here.

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Phones ring nonstop out front in Troop B headquarters for the State Police; it’s nine in the morning and the Staties have just opened up the tip line for the cluster of recently discovered murders. The public knows the FBI is involved, and the public also knows that the authorities don’t really know who committed the crimes right here in idyllic western Mass because, well, they’ve been asked to call in with any information they might have. Meaning the police have next to none.

And so, out of panic, people all over the county are calling into Northampton station in attempt to offer anything that might make the nightmare go away. People call in neighbors, distant family members, strangers off the street that look suspicious, and it’s all expected. Especially in a situation like this: citizens are scared. So they report what they hear through the grapevine and what they think others might be capable of under the right circumstances - either way, you all should keep an eye on him. Somethin’s not right. Something is definitely not right, and one of these callers, god willing, may actually have something of worth. Hopefully soon, given that the most recent killing goes back no more than six months.

At least, that’s what Maura is trying to think about as they receive a team update from Detective Captain Richmond in the conference room. She counts the people in the room, twenty-four, separates them into two groups: people she knows, people she doesn’t. Agent Booth stands with his hands on his hips next to the Detective Captain, Doctor Brennan leans against one of the rolling tables in the back of the room, arms crossed and listening intently.

Jane is right next to her.

Jane is right next to her, arms crossed, legs in a wide stance, erect at her full height. Jane stares intently at the man updating them on both timelines and personnel placement for the next week, and god Jane smells like motel coffee and lavender perfume.

It’s the damn scent that dismantles Maura now, above everything else. And it’s not even mostly the lavender, though that reaches into the deeper recesses of her amygdala and stirs her up. It’s the coffee today. The strong coffee that Jane prefers, despite years consuming Maura’s organic, fair trade beans. It smells burnt, and like control. Like dominance. This is the coffee that brewed at Jane’s apartment whenever Maura stayed the night and got ready for work in the morning, this is the coffee that tattooed her tongue just before Jane left traces of it all down the front of Maura’s skin, traces of it inside Maura before they left for headquarters and Jane drank more from the Homicide department pot by Korsak’s desk.

Combine the coffee with the cowboy posing, unintentional though it is, and Maura crosses her legs to stave off the worst of the want, the one that beats like a drum just under her hips anyway.

“And so if Agent Booth and Detective Rizzoli make any headway in the interviews they have scheduled for today, or we get any promising leads from all the calls we got flooding the lines, we’ll regroup tomorrow, but for now…”

Detective Captain Richmond is drowned out, gets pulled away by the tide of Jane’s whisper in Maura’s ear. “You’re doin’ the thing,” she says, just low enough for Maura to hear.

Maura gulps. She runs a hand through her, as always, impeccably styled hair. “What thing?” she returns, careful to keep her face neutral lest the Detective Captain, or god forbid Agent Booth, look right at it.

“You’re squeezin’,” Jane asserts. Her arms stay folded and her eyes point down to Maura’s crossed ankles. “You’re squeezin’ ‘cause you’re wet. ‘S it my shirt?”

Maura rolls her eyes. “No,” she says truthfully, though she doesn’t expand. The shirt doesn’t help matters, starched and new and white. The best look on Jane because her undershirt, that ribbed tank that hugs all her musculature, bleeds through. But she takes stock of the reactions of her body and Jane is right. Fuck Jane.

Really, though. That’s all she wants to do.

Jane reads Maura’s mind as well as her body apparently. “I know a place,” Jane says. “Meet me over in front of the bathroom right after he shuts up. We won’t get caught.” Then, like nothing has been said, like no rendezvous has been proposed, Jane straightens up and returns all her bulldog concentration to the men up front. Detective Captain Richmond turns the floor over to Booth, who has some updates on the federal side of things, including lab results, and he nods to Jane seriously just before he begins.

She nods back at him, like she’s been all business the entire time.

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Maura has barely enough time to find an inconspicuous spot to wait by the women’s restroom before Jane appears from around the corner and tugs her toward an unlabeled gray door. Everyone would have heard Maura stumble to keep up if there weren’t carpet below them, the industrial kind that gobbles up all manner of sneaking about. This proves fortuitous for Maura, because as soon as Jane leads her into what is clearly a supply closet, Jane’s tongue swipes across the back of her teeth; Jane’s lips smash against her own. They stumble into a mop bucket, and Maura laughs when the handle of the mop hits her in the back.

“Shh, shh, watch it,” Jane chuckles, too, but she’s whispering just after their kiss is broken. Maura then moans because Jane’s hands rub all over her body. Without shame they roam over hips, her ass, her spread shoulders as they reach up for Jane.

“Jane,” Maura says, an amalgam of admonishment and pleasure. She speaks the name around Jane’s mouth, inside of it, against it. “The janitor’s closet? Really?”

“Genius, right?” Jane teases. “They never lock it,” she explains as she moves one set of fingers to lock the door from the inside. Maura hmphs, feeling distinctly less sexed.

“Not… oh. Not the most romantic of places we’ve come together-” says Maura as Jane returns to her, as she’s picked up by the backs of her thighs and carried through a minefield of cleaning supplies and racks of extra paper products, until she’s deposited on a shelf against the back wall. Her shoulders hit painted cinderblock and she winces because it’s cold just as much as it’s hard.

“Not the least romantic, either,” Jane finishes for Maura, brushing Maura’s blazer away. Jane must have seen Maura shiver, must have already connected it to the wall behind them, because lord knows how she manipulates Maura’s reactions to changes in temperature - nothing extreme, an ice cube slithering down Maura’s spine, candle wax pooling on her belly as she sucks it in from the heat. Jane, a font of ingenuity, uses their surroundings for the same purpose now. “Remember the alley behind The Naked Barmaid?”

Maura sucks on Jane’s lower lip before she scrapes it between her teeth. Jane leans Maura back, settles her even further, and then herself leans in. When Maura arches her back against the coolness, Jane smiles into the kiss. “An unfortunate, but apt, name for a bar,” Maura grumbles. Jane’s hands have fallen off of her again, and even though they’re occupied with tearing away at Jane’s belt, her zipper, Maura can’t help but pout. Jane pushes her pants open just enough for them to drop to around her knees, and Maura’s fingers find the inside of the boyshorts she’d watched Jane put on in their motel room this morning.

“Oh, fuck,” Jane moans this time.

Maura eats it. She uses her free hand to grasp Jane’s jaw, hard, and bites the breath between them, the one the fuck travels on. Jane stares, this time less confident and more awestruck, but she’s not immobile. She uses a rough tug to bring Maura’s thong down to mid-thigh. Fabric stretches; there might have been a rip, but neither of them care. Maura bites her own lip when fingers enter her, and she repays Jane in kind.

They are off to the races.

Soon, Maura grows antsy, writhing when the pleasure-pressure builds, when Jane seems to brush her clit by accident at first, then irregularly, then occasionally. After she rips her sleeveless blouse from its tuck, one arm grips Jane’s shoulders and she kisses a sloppy, wet trail from Jane’s cheekbone to her ear. “I want to take this off,” she pleads. “I want to show you all of me.”

On instinct, both of their gazes drop to her heaving chest. Her breasts are professionally covered, but the tops of them are visible. She presses them towards Jane’s open mouth.

“Uh uh,” Jane says to them. “You’re just sayin’ that because you know bringin’ out those things means I’ll do whatever ya want. And that is not a good idea when all our coworkers are just on the other side of that damn door.”

Maura huffs, the best she can do to concede the point. “Fine,” she says. “Then hurry up. We have work to do.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jane laughs. They do just that, and after a few more frenzied minutes, Jane comes first, and Maura falls apart after.

The kiss they share in the aftermath is slow, and it strings between them, liquid and sweet, before Maura comes forward to start it all over again. “Help me,” she orders when they break again.

Jane nods, and pulls up her own pants. She buckles her belt, but then those hands find Maura’s waist and lower her gently to the floor, until the flat heels of Maura’s boots touch. “You need-?” she begins to ask, and then bends awkwardly to hook her fingers in the elastic of Maura’s thong under her skirt.

“You don’t have to be that chivalrous,” says Maura, smiling when she swats Jane away and pulls her underwear up by herself. “In fact, I need you to leave. Now.”

“Wait, what? I thought we-” the fear on Jane’s face is evident. Maura’s heart skips a beat, thinks back on what she’s done to put it there.

“We need to put time between us,” she clarifies. “In case there’s anyone in the hall. How would it look if we both walked out of here, disheveled and flushed?”

“It’s a broom closet, Maura. Anybody walkin’ outta here who isn’t the janitor is gonna raise some eyebrows,” Jane says. When Maura shrugs, she takes Maura’s face in her hand, rubbing her thumb over Maura’s chin, and kisses her softly. “But I hear ya. I’m outta here. I got work to do anyway.”

“The interviews,” Maura teases with a wink.

“Yeah. Booth and me and the backest of the backwoods,” says Jane as she hangs on the door she’s just opened. “See ya later.”

“See you later,” Maura returns. And speaking of Booth, Maura hears Jane greet him, gruff and sarcastic in their usual style, just as the knob clicks into place. Then, Maura’s enveloped in silence, the kind she likes. The kind that fosters thinking, and she needs to do a lot of that, if the happiness in her chest is any indication.

___

When Booth finally finds Brennan the next day, it is the afternoon, and light trickles into the morgue through the thin trio of windows right above the body storage. She’d called this lab rudimentary, Bones-speak for underfunded and inadequate. And Booth tends to agree, especially because that bozo Pike runs things down here - down here being stuck in 1983, from the coffee colored linoleum to the squeaky autopsy tables and the way he talks to women. Booth isn’t exactly, y’know, feminist of the year, but at least he’s got respect. And if you’re gonna have the audacity to be a chauvinist pig, at least be good at your job.

Booth is distracting himself.

No matter, however, because when he pushes through the swinging double doors, he spots Brennan. One look at her hair up in a bun, her arms folded over her chest in that I’m the boss stance, her head cocked as she judges Pike, and Booth’s heart hammers in his chest.

Pike rambles on about the set of remains, all bone, in the drawer Bones has instructed him to open because he missed that it might be related to the case they’re all running themselves into the ground to solve. She’s mad, and Booth takes a second to pause and imagine Bones’ foot on Pike’s neck.

He revises - Bones’ foot on his neck. Oh boy. “Hey, uh, Bones,” he starts. He clears his throat and takes his voice as deep as it’ll go without being weird. “You - you got a minute? For somethin’ upstairs.”

When they find Booth, Bones’ blue eyes, sharp as always, turn as soft as they had when he and she had finally, finally, spoken through their own insecurities just a few nights ago. The corner of her mouth turns up in the faintest outline of a smile, then he smiles.

He can tell she’s remembering the kiss. That one. The one right before he didn’t go back to his hotel room for the rest of the night and they’d almost gone all the way and now he remembers it, too. They bounce off each other, refracting light, electricity attracted by lightning rods. Changing each other, attracting each other, bending each other.

Booth would like to get to the bending now. Bones seems to pick up on that. “An interrogation?” she asks, her voice exaggerated and playful. Luckily, Pike is an idiot, because he just stares between them, confused, instead of picking up on Bones’ garish gameplay.

“Uh, somethin’ like that,” Booth says. “I’m gonna borrow her for a little bit here, Pike.”

Booth barely resists dragging Bones by the arm, but only because she’s already past him at the door.

“I just pulled these remains!” Pike shouts as the two of them back out the way Booth came.

“Owe ya one!” Booth shouts back. He’s never meant anything less, and he doesn’t even care about the lie when he watches Bones lead the way to the elevator.

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“I knew… the interrogation was… a ruse,” says Bones, laughing, kissing, breathing all at once against Booth’s lips. He swears he’s never felt anything like it, like the buzz that jumps from his mouth all the way to his hips and back up again.

“So glad you picked up on that,” he tells her with a chuckle of his own. His large hands are under her blouse, one cupping a breast through her bra, the other thumb stroking gently against the small of her back. “Now let’s cut the talkin’.”

No chance of course. And he likes that about Bones. Loves that she doesn’t listen to a damn word he says. Instead, she narrows her brows when she grabs onto his ass. He really, really likes when she does that. “The shape of your glutei are impressive,” she tells him, but then she reaches just below that to feel the insides of his thighs and he yelps. “But your adductor magnus show the most promise.”

“I wish I knew what the… mmm,” he starts, but then her tongue is in his mouth, laying heavy against his own like that’s where the lovemaking starts. “What the hell that means.”

“It means we haven’t consummated,” Bones starts. She shifts her fingers to the front of his slacks when his grip on her own glutei. “And while the broom closet of the State Police isn’t exactly where I want our first time to be, your musculature tells me that it’ll be a good time anywhere,” she says. Booth winces when one hand snaps open his cocky belt buckle, slips down between his pants and his boxers, and wraps around the length of him all in one swift go. “You’re erect,” she snickers, her pursed lips pecking quick, sweet kisses against his cheekbone like she’s pitying him.

He can’t explain why that makes him harder, but he’s gonna push back in some kind of way, just so that he doesn’t minuteman his way through this janitor closet afternoon delight. With his back to the door, he lifts her, tossing her roughly up onto the high shelf in the back of the room. This time, she winces, and then she laughs, too. He calls her out. “Isn’t that the point? And hey, you gotta be so clinic-”

“Oh my god!” comes a voice from the door, and a rush of light floods the dark room, freezing Booth in place.

Oh no.

Normally he’d shoot the person interrupting the farthest around the bases he’s gotten with Temperance Brennan, but his body is the only obstacle between her open blouse and the eyes of whoever just barged in. Plus, you know, the whole erect thing. “Hey, what the hell!” he settles for, and he’s got to admit that it sounds lame, even to him, even in his deep army boom.

“Sorry!” he hears, and that voice he recognizes: Doctor Isles. Maura. Oh Christ. That means the other one… yup. Rizzoli caught so off guard that it rose a couple octaves.

“It’s ok,” Bones calls out, untangling herself from Booth so she can hop back down onto the floor. “We were going to have intercourse, but obviously we’ll come out now.”

Booth stares at her, eyes wide and wild. “You kiddin’ me?! It is not ok!”

“No no, our bad, we’re outta here,” Rizzoli talks over him, and when he turns, adjusting himself, Jane’s got her eyes covered with her hand and the door open juuuust a crack. Her entire body is facing away from the scene and that tickles him a little bit. He almost smiles. Maura’s already gone, clearly, and Rizzoli’s on her way out, too. But not before she snaps, “I told you about this place in confidence, Booth. Christ!”

“Yeah yeah, sorry,” Booth waves her away, the adrenaline wearing off. He’s panting like he’s just run a marathon, and releases an exhilarated little chuckle. When the door slams, he turns to Bones. “She did make me promise not to tell anybody, Bones.”

Bones shrugs, buttoning up her shirt. “You didn’t tell me, you showed me,” she says. She straightens her blazer and has a hand on the door when she turns her head back to him. “I find my libido undeterred despite the interruption. Do you want to take a long lunch?”

“Hell yes,” he says, adrenaline spiking again, putting a pep in his step and a kiss on the back of Brennan’s head as he opens the cracked door for her from behind.

He supposes he can let Rizzoli have this place - finders keepers and all.

#otp prompts june 2023 #rizzoli and isles #bones tv #lauren writes crossover fanfiction #unintentionally edging booth in this snippet whoops #sorry seeley #starting to get more comfortable with b&b now #not super comfortable but better #imagine for this snippet that it is toward the end of this story with Jane and Maura reconciling and B&B getting together #maybe #no timelines!

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