Convincing [1/1]
For day 11 of my Rizzoli and Isles Drabble countdown challenge.
[Prompt: Helmet. Requested by such-tranquil-insanity]]
Pairing: Jane Rizzoli/Maura Isles
Rating: T
Words: 540
Disclaimer: I don’t own squat. I'm just a poor college kid.
Summary: Maura has convinced Jane to do a bike marathon- but will she get Jane to wear the bike helmet?
Author’s Note: Short piece. Not much else to note…yeah.
“No. No. I am not wearing that- I’ll look like a dork!” Jane Rizzoli huffed, dangling the helmet by its straps as though it were carrying some disease.
“Jane, please, you promised me that you would participate in the bicycle marathon months ago.” Maura frowned, deflating slightly at Jane’s reluctance to wear the safety device.
“You didn’t say anything about wearing a stupid helmet! I look dorky enough with PUKE plastered across my chest, I don’t need a helmet, too.” Jane groaned, glaring at the bulky helmet.
“Jane, don’t be ridiculous, you are gorgeous in anything. The helmet does not make you look “dorky”. If anything, it makes you look adorable…not to mention the fact that it will protect you should you collide with anything or anyone. Do you know the statistical possibility of being injured while riding a bicycle? The odds of being severely hurt are increased if you’re not wearing a helmet, and-”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, brains everywhere. Whatever, I don’t need a helmet, Maura, I’ll be fine without one. Just be glad that I’m doing this at all, I could be watching the game right now…” Jane trailed off as the ME’s eyes misted over with tears, her head turning away from Jane to mask her hurt.
“Aw, c’mon, don’t go all…stop it, turn off your armadillo or your lacreum gland or whatever, just…don’t cry!” Jane panicked, gently turning the ME and looking into her eyes to see the heavy tears beginning to crest over the edges of her eyelids.
“Amygdala and lacrimal glands, Jane. I’m not crying, I just…” Maura sniffled, wiping a tear from her eye as Jane’s face crumpled with concern.
“I’ll wear it, okay? Nothing’s going to happen to me, I’ll wear your silly helmet!” Jane smashed the helmet onto her head frantically before running the pad of her thumb across Maura’s cheek to brush away a stray tear.
“Just please don’t cry, okay? Geez, woman, you’re so…gah, I don’t know. You’re not fair. You know that I can’t handle you crying” Jane grumbled, clicking the straps of the helmet under her chin.
“I don’t do it on purpose, Jane. You know that I can’t control it…” Maura sniffled once again, wiping away the last of her tears before gingerly placing her own helmet on, adjusting the straps for the utmost level of comfort- she didn’t need an improperly adjusted helmet distracting her.
“Yeah, I know, you can’t control it. It’s not your fault that I react that way to you…you know, never mind, let’s just get ready, or we’ll never finish this thing.” Jane grabbed her bike, grumbling and kicking the kick stand up.
“I suppose, you can’t very well control your tendency to give in to me when I-”
“Hey! I do not ‘give in’, I just…I chose to wear the helmet, okay? It’s not like you made me wear it, I said yes.” Jane mounted her bike, defending herself- she certainly didn’t do anything that Maura asked of her, right?
“Okay, Jane, whatever you say…” Maura smirked, hopping onto her own bike gracefully and following Jane at a slow pace toward the starting line.
Perhaps after the race she could convince Jane to try that wine she had been saving…
[Prompt: Helmet. Requested by such-tranquil-insanity]]
Pairing: Jane Rizzoli/Maura Isles
Rating: T
Words: 540
Disclaimer: I don’t own squat. I'm just a poor college kid.
Summary: Maura has convinced Jane to do a bike marathon- but will she get Jane to wear the bike helmet?
Author’s Note: Short piece. Not much else to note…yeah.
“No. No. I am not wearing that- I’ll look like a dork!” Jane Rizzoli huffed, dangling the helmet by its straps as though it were carrying some disease.
“Jane, please, you promised me that you would participate in the bicycle marathon months ago.” Maura frowned, deflating slightly at Jane’s reluctance to wear the safety device.
“You didn’t say anything about wearing a stupid helmet! I look dorky enough with PUKE plastered across my chest, I don’t need a helmet, too.” Jane groaned, glaring at the bulky helmet.
“Jane, don’t be ridiculous, you are gorgeous in anything. The helmet does not make you look “dorky”. If anything, it makes you look adorable…not to mention the fact that it will protect you should you collide with anything or anyone. Do you know the statistical possibility of being injured while riding a bicycle? The odds of being severely hurt are increased if you’re not wearing a helmet, and-”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, brains everywhere. Whatever, I don’t need a helmet, Maura, I’ll be fine without one. Just be glad that I’m doing this at all, I could be watching the game right now…” Jane trailed off as the ME’s eyes misted over with tears, her head turning away from Jane to mask her hurt.
“Aw, c’mon, don’t go all…stop it, turn off your armadillo or your lacreum gland or whatever, just…don’t cry!” Jane panicked, gently turning the ME and looking into her eyes to see the heavy tears beginning to crest over the edges of her eyelids.
“Amygdala and lacrimal glands, Jane. I’m not crying, I just…” Maura sniffled, wiping a tear from her eye as Jane’s face crumpled with concern.
“I’ll wear it, okay? Nothing’s going to happen to me, I’ll wear your silly helmet!” Jane smashed the helmet onto her head frantically before running the pad of her thumb across Maura’s cheek to brush away a stray tear.
“Just please don’t cry, okay? Geez, woman, you’re so…gah, I don’t know. You’re not fair. You know that I can’t handle you crying” Jane grumbled, clicking the straps of the helmet under her chin.
“I don’t do it on purpose, Jane. You know that I can’t control it…” Maura sniffled once again, wiping away the last of her tears before gingerly placing her own helmet on, adjusting the straps for the utmost level of comfort- she didn’t need an improperly adjusted helmet distracting her.
“Yeah, I know, you can’t control it. It’s not your fault that I react that way to you…you know, never mind, let’s just get ready, or we’ll never finish this thing.” Jane grabbed her bike, grumbling and kicking the kick stand up.
“I suppose, you can’t very well control your tendency to give in to me when I-”
“Hey! I do not ‘give in’, I just…I chose to wear the helmet, okay? It’s not like you made me wear it, I said yes.” Jane mounted her bike, defending herself- she certainly didn’t do anything that Maura asked of her, right?
“Okay, Jane, whatever you say…” Maura smirked, hopping onto her own bike gracefully and following Jane at a slow pace toward the starting line.
Perhaps after the race she could convince Jane to try that wine she had been saving…