Maura's Got Game [1/1]
For day 21 of my Rizzoli and Isles Drabble countdown challenge.
[Prompt: Tickets [requested by tunelessmelody]]
Pairing: Jane Rizzoli/Maura Isles
Rating: T
Words: 655
Disclaimer: I don’t own squat. I'm just a poor college kid.
Summary: Maura has tickets to Fenway- and she’s invited her favorite detective to attend a game with her.
Author’s Note: Another quickie, mostly written a week or so ago at 3am or something.
“The Red Sox? Seriously?” Jane held the tickets in her hand, gaping at the caramel blonde perched on the edge of her desk.
“Yes, I am very serious, Jane. You did say that they’re your favorite team…and you did mention that we haven’t had much of an opportunity to spend time together lately, what with the recent cases…” Maura shrugged as though a busy week was a perfect explanation for such kick-ass seats at Fenway Park.
“Yeah, they’re my favorite team, more than the Celtics, even. And I did say that, but…I was thinking a night at the Robber, or maybe a movie night. This is…wow.” Jane grinned, shaking her head at Maura’s sudden invitation to the Red Sox game.
“I thought that a change from our usual activities might be nice, Jane.” The ME clicked a pen from Jane’s desk, looking at everything but the detective.
It certainly was no lie that Maura wanted a change from their usual haunts. She didn’t have to mention that she wanted a change in the nature of their time spent outside of work, though. Not at this moment, anyhow. That could come later, should the events at the game go as planned.
“Okay…well, we’ll have to get you some sort of Red Sox gear if we’re going. And you’ll have to bring a thousand bottles of hand sanitizer or you’ll go crazy. Ooh, we should get you a foam finger! I think I might have an extra jersey somewhere….” The excitement in Jane’s voice was evident, and Mara knew that she had chosen the perfect setoff tickets. Jane surely couldn’t resist the Red Sox.
“Actually, I’ve already taken care of that.” Maura pulled a crisp new Red Sox jersey from the bag that sat on the floor beside Jane’s desk, holding it against herself to model the new piece of clothing.
“I’m not even going to ask what you paid for that.” Jane rolled her eyes and handed the tickets back to Maura- she knew that she would lose them if she held onto them- before clipping her phone to her waist and shutting down her desktop computer.
“So, should I come by tomorrow and pick you up? I’ll probably have to get you to change anyway. I don’t even want to know what shoes you plan on wearing.”
“I’ll have you know that I have shoes for every occasion…though I suppose you would be opposed to my choice of heels for that night. And yes, that would work perfectly. I’m sure you would know how to navigate the traffic to Fenway Park much better, anyhow.” Maura stood, gathering her things before walking with Jane to the exit. The brunette pulled her keys from her pocket, biting her lip a few times before asking the question the doctor was dreading.
“Oh, and one more thing….does this have anything to do with that comment I made about flipping for Celtics tickets?” Jane busied herself with the keys in her hand, looking down to conceal the confident smirk on her face. She may have been distracted by the tickets, but she was a detective, and not much got past her.
“What? I- uhm…” Maura was at a loss for words. She certainly could not lie, and fainting at this moment would give her away. Before she could begin wringing her wrists nervously, Jane piped up again, sparing her.
“’Cause if it does, you wouldn’t need to buy me tickets to any sort of game to get me to go on a date with you. Just sayin’.” Jane shrugged nonchalantly before striding to her car, leaving Maura relieved, a grin plastered across her face.
The detective plopped into the driver’s seat of her cruiser before thinking a moment and rolling down her window, hollering at Maura’s retreating figure.
“And yes, that does mean that you can call this a date!”
The Red Sox was quickly becoming Maura’s favorite sports team.
[Prompt: Tickets [requested by tunelessmelody]]
Pairing: Jane Rizzoli/Maura Isles
Rating: T
Words: 655
Disclaimer: I don’t own squat. I'm just a poor college kid.
Summary: Maura has tickets to Fenway- and she’s invited her favorite detective to attend a game with her.
Author’s Note: Another quickie, mostly written a week or so ago at 3am or something.
“The Red Sox? Seriously?” Jane held the tickets in her hand, gaping at the caramel blonde perched on the edge of her desk.
“Yes, I am very serious, Jane. You did say that they’re your favorite team…and you did mention that we haven’t had much of an opportunity to spend time together lately, what with the recent cases…” Maura shrugged as though a busy week was a perfect explanation for such kick-ass seats at Fenway Park.
“Yeah, they’re my favorite team, more than the Celtics, even. And I did say that, but…I was thinking a night at the Robber, or maybe a movie night. This is…wow.” Jane grinned, shaking her head at Maura’s sudden invitation to the Red Sox game.
“I thought that a change from our usual activities might be nice, Jane.” The ME clicked a pen from Jane’s desk, looking at everything but the detective.
It certainly was no lie that Maura wanted a change from their usual haunts. She didn’t have to mention that she wanted a change in the nature of their time spent outside of work, though. Not at this moment, anyhow. That could come later, should the events at the game go as planned.
“Okay…well, we’ll have to get you some sort of Red Sox gear if we’re going. And you’ll have to bring a thousand bottles of hand sanitizer or you’ll go crazy. Ooh, we should get you a foam finger! I think I might have an extra jersey somewhere….” The excitement in Jane’s voice was evident, and Mara knew that she had chosen the perfect setoff tickets. Jane surely couldn’t resist the Red Sox.
“Actually, I’ve already taken care of that.” Maura pulled a crisp new Red Sox jersey from the bag that sat on the floor beside Jane’s desk, holding it against herself to model the new piece of clothing.
“I’m not even going to ask what you paid for that.” Jane rolled her eyes and handed the tickets back to Maura- she knew that she would lose them if she held onto them- before clipping her phone to her waist and shutting down her desktop computer.
“So, should I come by tomorrow and pick you up? I’ll probably have to get you to change anyway. I don’t even want to know what shoes you plan on wearing.”
“I’ll have you know that I have shoes for every occasion…though I suppose you would be opposed to my choice of heels for that night. And yes, that would work perfectly. I’m sure you would know how to navigate the traffic to Fenway Park much better, anyhow.” Maura stood, gathering her things before walking with Jane to the exit. The brunette pulled her keys from her pocket, biting her lip a few times before asking the question the doctor was dreading.
“Oh, and one more thing….does this have anything to do with that comment I made about flipping for Celtics tickets?” Jane busied herself with the keys in her hand, looking down to conceal the confident smirk on her face. She may have been distracted by the tickets, but she was a detective, and not much got past her.
“What? I- uhm…” Maura was at a loss for words. She certainly could not lie, and fainting at this moment would give her away. Before she could begin wringing her wrists nervously, Jane piped up again, sparing her.
“’Cause if it does, you wouldn’t need to buy me tickets to any sort of game to get me to go on a date with you. Just sayin’.” Jane shrugged nonchalantly before striding to her car, leaving Maura relieved, a grin plastered across her face.
The detective plopped into the driver’s seat of her cruiser before thinking a moment and rolling down her window, hollering at Maura’s retreating figure.
“And yes, that does mean that you can call this a date!”
The Red Sox was quickly becoming Maura’s favorite sports team.