Fic: What We Were (Rizzoli & Isles x-over)
Title: What We Were
Author: marciavandecamp
Shows: Rizzoli & Isles / NCIS
Characters: Kate/Tony, Maura/Jane
Rating: NC-17 (for the later chapters)
Chapter Three: Someone like You - Maura thinks that things are not the way they should be but she ignores it and looks forward to spend the whole day with Jane.
Words: 2550
A/N: I can only say it again, this is AU so please don't take every detail mentioned on one of the shows so very seriously. I had to make a few changes to make it fit my storyline ;)
Boston:
She closed her eyes one last time and felt her heart pounding against her chest. She lost track of how many times her sleep was disturbed by the fear that kept her body from sleeping soundly. It felt weird, because Maura knew there was no reason to be afraid. Afraid of what was the question? The sunlight shone through the thick curtains and she listened to the distant traffic of Boston that just started to come alive.
It was 8.44am; she'd been to bed for less than four hours and she knew this would be a very long day. It was Sunday and she usually didn't work on Sundays though you could never be sure of what the day would bring. She took a deep breath and put the covers aside; exposing her warm body to the morning chill. Her skin and her nightdress were damp with sweat and every part of her tired body seemed stiff. She sat down on the edge of the bed and listened; there was nothing but silence in the house and she didn't know whether it was something to soothe her or gave her a reason to worry.
The lack of sleep made her feel light-headed and she slowly made her way to the kitchen to get a cup of fresh coffee; she dreaded what lay ahead, what'd await her at work tomorrow morning. There was at least one autopsy that needed to be done and something told her that it wasn't the only one. The guy from the beach was patiently awaiting her attention and she certainly wouldn't grant him that today; it was Sunday and she'd do everything she can to ignore him until she was back at work. It wasn't easy to find sleep a few hours ago though she'd made sure that everything was the way it should've been when she returned from the crime scene; something she usually did before she went to bed. She wasn't paranoid, but previous incidents and experience had taught her that it sometimes appeared necessary and it was merely a matter of precaution that soon became a part of her daily routine. She felt weak and sleepy when she poured herself a cup of hot coffee a couple of minutes later and enjoyed the smell; she sipped it carefully and spotted the red rose in the vase. She'd put it in the vase with the other flowers when she entered the house earlier. It made her feel uneasy and she still had no idea where it came from; maybe someone wanted to surprise her. It was always possible but then again she had no idea who that could've been. She felt a sudden urge to call Jane; knowing that she'd possibly kill her. It was around 9am on a Sunday and Jane would certainly be alseep, if she wasn't working on the new case.
Maura shrugged it off and returned to her bedroom with the cup of coffee in her hand; although it was pretty hot outside already she welcomed the warmth of the coffee spreading inside of her. She forced herself not to think of the case which appeared more difficult then she thought it would be and all she ended up thinking about was Jane. She wanted to go back to sleep and stay there until she felt well rested, but she hated waking up alone. It's been years since she woke up with someone else's arms wrapped protectively around her body. She missed the feeling of not being lonely and the feeling of being held so much that it actually hurt. She reached for her cell and dialed Janes number. While she waited for her to pick up, she began to feel little guilty. She bit her lip and counted the seconds it took Jane to pick up. Either she was busy with something or she was still asleep; before Maura had the chance to make up her mind and end the call, Jane picked up.
“Rizzoli?” Jane said sleepily and Maura bit her lip.
“Sorry I woke you up...” Maura said and meant it; she suddenly felt stupid. Was there anything she wanted to talk about? She had no idea why she called Jane, but did she really need a reason to call her best friend? She simply wanted to; she needed to hear the detectives voice and for her that suddenly was enough.
“Oh, no... that's... that's okay,” Jane said and Maura closed her eyes for a second; she way trying to find something to say. Jane sat upright in her bed and wiped the sleep from her eyes.
“What is it, Maur?” Jane asked. Was there a trace of worry in her voice? Maura couldn't tell and the last thing she needed was Jane being suspicious over nothing while she had enough to take care of at work.
“I...” Maura started and decided not to mention the rose. “I don't know...” she said quietly and sighed. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called... it's way too early. I'll just let you get back to sleep.”
“No, no,” Jane said and was completely alert by now. “I'm awake anyways. Talk to me Maura,” she said and Maura tried to find the right words, maybe she should just go with the truth?
“I... I just wanted to talk to you,' she said quietly and Jane was glad Maura couldn't see her face at that moment. She smiled to herself and felt the blush creeping to her cheeks. She took a deep breath before she answered.
“That's... lovely,” she answered and rolled her eyes at the lame answer; Maura laughed. That was exactly the Jane she knew and she couldn't love her more. It didn't feel like the right time to mention her worries and she decided it'd be best to ignore it for a while.
“Even if I wake you so early on your free day?” Maura asked.
“You can wake me anytime you want,” Jane said calmly and Maura knew there was more behind those words.
“I know,” she whispered. A few seconds passed without words being spoken and Maura sipped her coffee. “You going into work today?”
“Actually...” Jane said and thought about it for a moment. She wanted to; she wanted to know who killed that man they found by the beach early in the morning, but it wouldn't do him any harm if they'll start the proper investigation on Monday. Even at her free day, she couldn't quite ignore the detective inside of her and she knew that there was more to Maura's call. She liked the feeling that Maura wanted to hear her voice; just like she did. But to be honest, something told her that there was something else. She just didn't wanna talk about it now; whatever it was. She kicked her legs free from the cover and already felt the heat inside her bedroom. It was going to be a very hot day and she just had a better idea.
“No I'm not,” she said after a couple of seconds. “I hope you don't have any plans for today.”
“Ehm, no-” she started.
“Good, pack your swimming clothes and I'll pick you up at 10.30,” she said.
“Okay,” Maura responded, asking herself what Jane had in mind but she actually didn't care. As long as she got to spend the whole day with her best friend, everything seemed fine.
“See you in a bit,” Jane said and Maura remained in bed for a few more minutes before she got up to get dressed. Just like she had assumed it was pretty hot outside already so she tried to decide what to wear which seemed a bit of a problem because she had no idea what Jane had in mind for the two of them.
She chose the white short summer dress, it wasn't too fancy and it still looked very flattering and seemed appropriate no matter what Jane had in mind. She walked over to the drawer to get her bikini and thought about the pink one.
Jane hates pink.
She paused a second at that thought and shook her head in silence.
She didn't like pink on herself but...
Maura ignored her thoughts, opened the drawer on the right side and stared at the contents; she felt her pulse racing. She couldn't move for an instant and held her breath. There wasn't anything unusual about her socks, despite the fact that she was pretty sure she always kept them in the drawer next to it. She shook her head and carefully moved the socks; everything seemed fine.
Maybe I changed it the last time, she thought. And don't remember it.
She closed the drawer and took the brown bikini. She left her bedroom and waited for Jane to show up.
Washington:
Tony sat in his chair and stared at the screen. Since hours he stared at the google front page; trying to decide what to do. Whenever his boss was around he changed the window and pretended to work. They solved another case last night and he was tired but somehow Gibbs didn't allow them to go home yet. Something told him that there was still something Gibbs didn't tell him. Or Ziva for that matter.
He leaned back in his chair and looked at Ziva whose eyes were glued to the screen. She ignore him but he was sure she knew he was watching her; she always knew it. Once again he pictured Kate sitting there; he was sure she'd already told him to stop watching her by now. He smiled to himself and was aware of the sadness that came along with every memory of Kate. Tony didn't know what to do as his fingers hovering above the keyboard with google waiting for him to type the words.
Do I really want to know? He asked himself and considered it for a moment. What if it was just a coincindence? He had no idea who this woman was and there he was; thinking about her while he secretly got his hopes up that his former colleague - and the woman he loved - was somehow still alive; it sounded impossible and he knew it.
He once read that there's at least one person in the world who looks exactly like you and maybe that was Kate's person? He could ask Ducky about it, he surely would know a story about but it was Sunday and it was bad enough that he was still stuck at work and it just wouldn't be the right thing.
As he walked toward the lab he heard Abby talking. She was probably wasting her time with a computer game. He knew Gibbs didn't tell her anything about the picture he found in the mag; there was no reason to bother her with it since they had no idea who the woman actually was. Abby spotted him in the doorway and waved.
“Pretty busy, aren't you?” he asked and entered the lab.
“So are you,” she answered and smiled.
“What can I do for you?” she asked and leaned back in her chair; taking a break from her game.
“There is nothing to do,” Tony told her and sat down on the edge of a table.
“What are you doing here then?” she wanted to know and laughed. He looked at her and he didn't have the heart to mention what he found a couple of days ago. She had a hard time after Kate's death; they got along very well and it was very hard for her when she died. He wouldn't say a word until he truly knew who she was.
“I wish I'd know that,” he answered. “Ask Gibbs.”
“Ask me what?” his boss asked and entered the lab; he held a file in his hand.
“Never mind,” Tony said. “We have a new case?” he wanted to know and looked at the file in his boss hands.
“Not sure about that so far,” he simply said and Tony took the file. They didn't talk about Kate since they met on the roof and he wasn't sure how to bring it up again. He opened the file and read it in silence for a few seconds.
“Boston?” he asked and raised an eyebrow at his boss. “Why would the death of a man who still needs to be identified concern us? Can't they handle it without us? They surely won't like to have us stepping in.”
“Of course they won't,” Gibbs told him. “They have no idea what they're dealing with.”
“Do we?” Tony wanted to know.
“I hope so,” Gibbs answered and left; Abby looked at him with a questioning look on his face and Tony shrugged though Boston did ring a bell for him.
A couple of minutes later he sat in front of his computer again and google was still waiting. He finally made up his mind and typed: “Dr. Maura Isles” and waited for the results to come up. The screen was loaded with pictures of the chief Medical Examiner, most pictures from different journals and newspaper reports or pathology conferences.
If she did attend these conferences, how come she never ran into Ducky?
He recognized the picture he saw in the mag, showing up with a couple of others and there was no doubt about it. She still looked as pretty to him as she'd been years ago and against all odds he was once again sure that it could only be Kate.
“Nice,” he heard Ziva asking and turned around; surprised that she was right beside him. “You got nothing better to do then google some random women?” she asked and laughed.
“She's not some random woman,” he said calmly.
“You know her?”
“I'm not so sure about that,” he said and she looked at him, waiting for a further explanation.
“Okay....” she said; she already had an imagination of where this might lead.
“It's not what you think...”
“Since when do you care about what I think?” she wanted to know.
“I don't, but that's not the point.”
“Well, who is it then?” she asked and he took a deep breath. “This woman... she is, I mean... she looks like Kate.”
Ziva looked at the screen for a moment.
“Kate is dead, Tony,” she said.
“I know,” he answered calmly and closed the browser.
Boston:
Her train of thoughts was stopped whens he heard Jane's car in the driveway and walked across the room to unlock the front door and let her in.
“You ready?” she asked with a smile when Maura opened the door.
“Ready for whatever you have in mind,” she said with a smile that, considering the circumstances, felt rather forced and let Jane in. She knew Jane sensed that something was wrong but maybe she'll get through with it for now.
“I'll be right back,” Maura said and left the room to get her bag.
1. Boston
2. Washington DC
3. Sunday
x-posted on rizzoli_isles
Author: marciavandecamp
Shows: Rizzoli & Isles / NCIS
Characters: Kate/Tony, Maura/Jane
Rating: NC-17 (for the later chapters)
Chapter Three: Someone like You - Maura thinks that things are not the way they should be but she ignores it and looks forward to spend the whole day with Jane.
Words: 2550
A/N: I can only say it again, this is AU so please don't take every detail mentioned on one of the shows so very seriously. I had to make a few changes to make it fit my storyline ;)
Boston:
She closed her eyes one last time and felt her heart pounding against her chest. She lost track of how many times her sleep was disturbed by the fear that kept her body from sleeping soundly. It felt weird, because Maura knew there was no reason to be afraid. Afraid of what was the question? The sunlight shone through the thick curtains and she listened to the distant traffic of Boston that just started to come alive.
It was 8.44am; she'd been to bed for less than four hours and she knew this would be a very long day. It was Sunday and she usually didn't work on Sundays though you could never be sure of what the day would bring. She took a deep breath and put the covers aside; exposing her warm body to the morning chill. Her skin and her nightdress were damp with sweat and every part of her tired body seemed stiff. She sat down on the edge of the bed and listened; there was nothing but silence in the house and she didn't know whether it was something to soothe her or gave her a reason to worry.
The lack of sleep made her feel light-headed and she slowly made her way to the kitchen to get a cup of fresh coffee; she dreaded what lay ahead, what'd await her at work tomorrow morning. There was at least one autopsy that needed to be done and something told her that it wasn't the only one. The guy from the beach was patiently awaiting her attention and she certainly wouldn't grant him that today; it was Sunday and she'd do everything she can to ignore him until she was back at work. It wasn't easy to find sleep a few hours ago though she'd made sure that everything was the way it should've been when she returned from the crime scene; something she usually did before she went to bed. She wasn't paranoid, but previous incidents and experience had taught her that it sometimes appeared necessary and it was merely a matter of precaution that soon became a part of her daily routine. She felt weak and sleepy when she poured herself a cup of hot coffee a couple of minutes later and enjoyed the smell; she sipped it carefully and spotted the red rose in the vase. She'd put it in the vase with the other flowers when she entered the house earlier. It made her feel uneasy and she still had no idea where it came from; maybe someone wanted to surprise her. It was always possible but then again she had no idea who that could've been. She felt a sudden urge to call Jane; knowing that she'd possibly kill her. It was around 9am on a Sunday and Jane would certainly be alseep, if she wasn't working on the new case.
Maura shrugged it off and returned to her bedroom with the cup of coffee in her hand; although it was pretty hot outside already she welcomed the warmth of the coffee spreading inside of her. She forced herself not to think of the case which appeared more difficult then she thought it would be and all she ended up thinking about was Jane. She wanted to go back to sleep and stay there until she felt well rested, but she hated waking up alone. It's been years since she woke up with someone else's arms wrapped protectively around her body. She missed the feeling of not being lonely and the feeling of being held so much that it actually hurt. She reached for her cell and dialed Janes number. While she waited for her to pick up, she began to feel little guilty. She bit her lip and counted the seconds it took Jane to pick up. Either she was busy with something or she was still asleep; before Maura had the chance to make up her mind and end the call, Jane picked up.
“Rizzoli?” Jane said sleepily and Maura bit her lip.
“Sorry I woke you up...” Maura said and meant it; she suddenly felt stupid. Was there anything she wanted to talk about? She had no idea why she called Jane, but did she really need a reason to call her best friend? She simply wanted to; she needed to hear the detectives voice and for her that suddenly was enough.
“Oh, no... that's... that's okay,” Jane said and Maura closed her eyes for a second; she way trying to find something to say. Jane sat upright in her bed and wiped the sleep from her eyes.
“What is it, Maur?” Jane asked. Was there a trace of worry in her voice? Maura couldn't tell and the last thing she needed was Jane being suspicious over nothing while she had enough to take care of at work.
“I...” Maura started and decided not to mention the rose. “I don't know...” she said quietly and sighed. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called... it's way too early. I'll just let you get back to sleep.”
“No, no,” Jane said and was completely alert by now. “I'm awake anyways. Talk to me Maura,” she said and Maura tried to find the right words, maybe she should just go with the truth?
“I... I just wanted to talk to you,' she said quietly and Jane was glad Maura couldn't see her face at that moment. She smiled to herself and felt the blush creeping to her cheeks. She took a deep breath before she answered.
“That's... lovely,” she answered and rolled her eyes at the lame answer; Maura laughed. That was exactly the Jane she knew and she couldn't love her more. It didn't feel like the right time to mention her worries and she decided it'd be best to ignore it for a while.
“Even if I wake you so early on your free day?” Maura asked.
“You can wake me anytime you want,” Jane said calmly and Maura knew there was more behind those words.
“I know,” she whispered. A few seconds passed without words being spoken and Maura sipped her coffee. “You going into work today?”
“Actually...” Jane said and thought about it for a moment. She wanted to; she wanted to know who killed that man they found by the beach early in the morning, but it wouldn't do him any harm if they'll start the proper investigation on Monday. Even at her free day, she couldn't quite ignore the detective inside of her and she knew that there was more to Maura's call. She liked the feeling that Maura wanted to hear her voice; just like she did. But to be honest, something told her that there was something else. She just didn't wanna talk about it now; whatever it was. She kicked her legs free from the cover and already felt the heat inside her bedroom. It was going to be a very hot day and she just had a better idea.
“No I'm not,” she said after a couple of seconds. “I hope you don't have any plans for today.”
“Ehm, no-” she started.
“Good, pack your swimming clothes and I'll pick you up at 10.30,” she said.
“Okay,” Maura responded, asking herself what Jane had in mind but she actually didn't care. As long as she got to spend the whole day with her best friend, everything seemed fine.
“See you in a bit,” Jane said and Maura remained in bed for a few more minutes before she got up to get dressed. Just like she had assumed it was pretty hot outside already so she tried to decide what to wear which seemed a bit of a problem because she had no idea what Jane had in mind for the two of them.
She chose the white short summer dress, it wasn't too fancy and it still looked very flattering and seemed appropriate no matter what Jane had in mind. She walked over to the drawer to get her bikini and thought about the pink one.
Jane hates pink.
She paused a second at that thought and shook her head in silence.
She didn't like pink on herself but...
Maura ignored her thoughts, opened the drawer on the right side and stared at the contents; she felt her pulse racing. She couldn't move for an instant and held her breath. There wasn't anything unusual about her socks, despite the fact that she was pretty sure she always kept them in the drawer next to it. She shook her head and carefully moved the socks; everything seemed fine.
Maybe I changed it the last time, she thought. And don't remember it.
She closed the drawer and took the brown bikini. She left her bedroom and waited for Jane to show up.
Washington:
Tony sat in his chair and stared at the screen. Since hours he stared at the google front page; trying to decide what to do. Whenever his boss was around he changed the window and pretended to work. They solved another case last night and he was tired but somehow Gibbs didn't allow them to go home yet. Something told him that there was still something Gibbs didn't tell him. Or Ziva for that matter.
He leaned back in his chair and looked at Ziva whose eyes were glued to the screen. She ignore him but he was sure she knew he was watching her; she always knew it. Once again he pictured Kate sitting there; he was sure she'd already told him to stop watching her by now. He smiled to himself and was aware of the sadness that came along with every memory of Kate. Tony didn't know what to do as his fingers hovering above the keyboard with google waiting for him to type the words.
Do I really want to know? He asked himself and considered it for a moment. What if it was just a coincindence? He had no idea who this woman was and there he was; thinking about her while he secretly got his hopes up that his former colleague - and the woman he loved - was somehow still alive; it sounded impossible and he knew it.
He once read that there's at least one person in the world who looks exactly like you and maybe that was Kate's person? He could ask Ducky about it, he surely would know a story about but it was Sunday and it was bad enough that he was still stuck at work and it just wouldn't be the right thing.
As he walked toward the lab he heard Abby talking. She was probably wasting her time with a computer game. He knew Gibbs didn't tell her anything about the picture he found in the mag; there was no reason to bother her with it since they had no idea who the woman actually was. Abby spotted him in the doorway and waved.
“Pretty busy, aren't you?” he asked and entered the lab.
“So are you,” she answered and smiled.
“What can I do for you?” she asked and leaned back in her chair; taking a break from her game.
“There is nothing to do,” Tony told her and sat down on the edge of a table.
“What are you doing here then?” she wanted to know and laughed. He looked at her and he didn't have the heart to mention what he found a couple of days ago. She had a hard time after Kate's death; they got along very well and it was very hard for her when she died. He wouldn't say a word until he truly knew who she was.
“I wish I'd know that,” he answered. “Ask Gibbs.”
“Ask me what?” his boss asked and entered the lab; he held a file in his hand.
“Never mind,” Tony said. “We have a new case?” he wanted to know and looked at the file in his boss hands.
“Not sure about that so far,” he simply said and Tony took the file. They didn't talk about Kate since they met on the roof and he wasn't sure how to bring it up again. He opened the file and read it in silence for a few seconds.
“Boston?” he asked and raised an eyebrow at his boss. “Why would the death of a man who still needs to be identified concern us? Can't they handle it without us? They surely won't like to have us stepping in.”
“Of course they won't,” Gibbs told him. “They have no idea what they're dealing with.”
“Do we?” Tony wanted to know.
“I hope so,” Gibbs answered and left; Abby looked at him with a questioning look on his face and Tony shrugged though Boston did ring a bell for him.
A couple of minutes later he sat in front of his computer again and google was still waiting. He finally made up his mind and typed: “Dr. Maura Isles” and waited for the results to come up. The screen was loaded with pictures of the chief Medical Examiner, most pictures from different journals and newspaper reports or pathology conferences.
If she did attend these conferences, how come she never ran into Ducky?
He recognized the picture he saw in the mag, showing up with a couple of others and there was no doubt about it. She still looked as pretty to him as she'd been years ago and against all odds he was once again sure that it could only be Kate.
“Nice,” he heard Ziva asking and turned around; surprised that she was right beside him. “You got nothing better to do then google some random women?” she asked and laughed.
“She's not some random woman,” he said calmly.
“You know her?”
“I'm not so sure about that,” he said and she looked at him, waiting for a further explanation.
“Okay....” she said; she already had an imagination of where this might lead.
“It's not what you think...”
“Since when do you care about what I think?” she wanted to know.
“I don't, but that's not the point.”
“Well, who is it then?” she asked and he took a deep breath. “This woman... she is, I mean... she looks like Kate.”
Ziva looked at the screen for a moment.
“Kate is dead, Tony,” she said.
“I know,” he answered calmly and closed the browser.
Boston:
Her train of thoughts was stopped whens he heard Jane's car in the driveway and walked across the room to unlock the front door and let her in.
“You ready?” she asked with a smile when Maura opened the door.
“Ready for whatever you have in mind,” she said with a smile that, considering the circumstances, felt rather forced and let Jane in. She knew Jane sensed that something was wrong but maybe she'll get through with it for now.
“I'll be right back,” Maura said and left the room to get her bag.
1. Boston
2. Washington DC
3. Sunday
x-posted on rizzoli_isles