Knit Happens - Rizzoli & Isles
Title: Knit Happens
Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles
Pairing: Jane/Maura
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These characters and this show do not belong to me - they are the creations of Tess Gerritsen and TNT. No infringement intended and no profit will be made from their use.
Spoilers: None
Author’s Note: This is a silly little fic that was inspired by a photo. If I tell you what’s in the photo, it will spoil the fic, but it’s posted at the bottom of the page. Hey, don’t look yet! Anyway, thanks to Leigh for the photo. I blame her for the story below! :-)
Jane smiled inwardly as she inserted the key into the lock in Maura’s front door. She felt her heartbeat increase slightly, as it always seemed to do when she was about to come face to face with Maura Isles. The doctor had really done a number on Jane and she was certain that she had never felt this way about anyone else in her life. Ever.
She shifted the bag of Chinese take-out she held in her arms and tightened her grip on the six pack of Samuel Adams as she pushed opened the door. She stepped inside, closed the door behind her and made her way to the kitchen, eager to see Maura. She had been daydreaming about kissing the doctor all afternoon.
The back of the head she spied sitting on the couch, almost caused Jane stop in her tracks, but she managed to keep walking and not look too surprised as her mother turned to greet her.
“Janey! What are you doing here?”
Jane saw that her mother was knitting or crocheting or something. Jane only knew that it involved needles and yarn and that was enough for her. She was just thankful that she had chosen to bring the food in first, leaving the overnight bag she had packed in the car.
“Well, hey, Ma. I could ask you the same thing.” Jane didn’t really notice that her mother didn’t seem at all surprised that she had her own key to Maura’s house, nor did she feel the need to knock. She put the bag of food on the counter, and the six-pack in the fridge, snagging a bottle for herself as she closed the door and turned back toward her mother.
“I came over to show Maura my latest creation,” Angela answered as she resumed her knitting.
“Oh. Well, I came over to watch the Sox game. With Maura,” Jane rolled her eyes at her own words. Of course she would be watching the game with Maura - she was in Maura’s house. Glad her mother didn’t point out her statement of the obvious, she began looking around the room. “Where is Maura?”
“She went to change clothes.” Angela finally glanced over at Jane with a skeptical look and Jane braced herself for the question. “Maura is going to watch baseball with you?”
“Yeah. She wants to learn more about the game.”
Angela turned back to her knitting so that Jane couldn’t see the smirk forming on her face. Angela knew that Maura had no interest in learning about baseball. But the doctor did have a keen interest in spending time with Jane.
Jane turned as she heard footsteps on the stairs and caught her first glimpse of Maura. She nearly dropped her beer.
Maura smiled. “Jane! I didn’t hear you come in,” the doctor offered as a greeting as she breezed by the taller woman still standing by the kitchen counter. Pleased that her new outfit had elicited the desired reaction from her girlfriend, she ran her hand lightly over Jane’s hip and across the small of her back as she passed by behind her. Her grin widened as Jane responded with a visible ripple of pleasure to her touch and had to stifle a squeak with a gulp of beer so that Angela wouldn’t hear.
“Nice outfit,” Jane said almost under her breath after she recovered from Maura’s caress.
Maura smiled. “I hoped you’d like it,” she responded in the same low voice as Jane.
Jane continued to stand and gape as Maura picked up the bottle of wine, left open to breathe on the counter, and filled a waiting glass.
“Angela, can I pour you a glass of wine?” Maura called.
“No thanks, dear. I’m not planning on staying. I’m ready for a new skein of yarn, so I’ll be heading back to the guest house to work some more on my next little sweater.” Angela took the beginnings of the small red and green creation she was working on and put it in the tote bag that she used to carry her knitting supplies.
Maura couldn’t help but notice the look of relief on Jane’s face when her mother announced her departure. The doctor had to admit, she was looking forward to a night alone with the detective too. She clinked her wine glass to Jane’s beer bottle and grinned smugly. “To the Red Sox.”
Angela gathered the rest of her knitting supplies and finally stood up and turned toward the kitchen. She froze in place and her eyes widened slightly as she took in Maura’s outfit.
“Well, Maura, when you said you bought a new outfit, I’ll have to admit, that was the last thing I was expecting to see you wear,” Angela said with a smile. Jane looked again at Maura, and Angela almost laughed at her daughter’s doe-eyed expression. There was no doubt, Jane was completely smitten.
“When in Rome… Or in this case, Boston…” Maura answered as she took a sip of her wine. She moved around the kitchen counter and Angela could now see her complete ensemble. The good doctor was wearing a complete Boston Red Sox uniform. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and the baseball cap, perched on her head at a slightly sideways tilt, made her look a bit like a little league player. A very feminine little league player.
Maura looked down at her clothing and said proudly, “I bought the entire uniform except for the clits.”
Angela’s chin dropped and Jane almost choked on her beer.
Maura gave Jane a look and held out her foot to display her plain white sneakers. “I didn’t want to scuff up my floors with those spiky things on the bottom.”
When Jane regained her voice, she said with a chuckle, “I think you mean cleats, Maura.”
“Oh.” Maura frowned slightly. “That does sound better. I thought that was an unusual thing to call a shoe.”
Angela chuckled and shook her head slightly as Jane just rolled her eyes. “Enjoy the game, you two,” Angela said as she picked up her bag and headed out the side door to the guest house.
As soon as the door closed, Jane quickly set her beer on the counter and pulled Maura into her arms, kissing her passionately.
“Not that I’m complaining,” Maura said as they finally broke for air, “but what did I do to deserve a kiss like that?”
Jane pushed away and held Maura at arm’s length, so she could take in her outfit once again. “I know you love your high heels and fancy ‘couture’, but let me just tell you, you wear a baseball uniform better than anyone I’ve ever seen.”
Maura beamed and Jane couldn’t help but return the ear-to-ear grin. “You really think so?” the doctor asked, almost shyly.
“Trust me,” Jane replied. “The only thing better than seeing you in this uniform, would be seeing you out of it.” She punctuated her comment with a waggle of her eyebrows, which just seemed to brighten Maura’s smile even more.
“Well…,” Maura began as she pulled Jane back to her. “We do have a little time before the game starts.”
A muffled clunking sound interrupted their kiss. Jane pulled back and peered over Maura’s shoulder in the direction of the noise. Her eyes widened. “What the hell…?”
“It’s just Bass,” Maura said, eager to resume the kiss.
“That’s not ‘just Bass’, Maura.”
Confused, Maura turned to look at the tortoise, slowly making his way towards them, and at that moment she remembered the reason for Angela’s earlier visit.
“What is…? How did…? Is he wearing a sweater?” Jane finally managed to spit out a question.
“I forgot about that. He seemed to like it, so we left it on him,” Maura replied.
Jane looked again at Bass. He was indeed wearing a sweater. A bright red and green, snowflake patterned sweater. She looked back at Maura, speechless.
“Your mother knitted it for him,” Maura said, as if that clarification answered any questions that may be running through Jane’s head.
“Why on earth would my mother knit your turtle a sweater?” Then she added another rhetorical question. “And who in God’s name came up with a pattern for a turtle sweater in the first place?”
“Tortoise. And she wanted all of us to match.”
“Oh, well that explains it,” Jane said, her words laced with sarcasm. Then she shook her head. “What? Match for what?”
“For our Christmas card photo,” Maura said matter-of-factly. “She was knitting Jo Friday’s sweater when you came in.”
Jane blinked and her mouth moved, but no words came out.
“Jane? Are you OK?”
Finally finding her voice again, Jane said, “No! In the first place, I’m not putting a sweater on my dog! And in the second place, what Christmas card?”
“The family card Angela obviously thinks we should send.” Giving Jane a skeptical look, Maura asked tentatively, “Does this mean you won’t wear the matching sweaters she’s knitting for each of us?”
Eyes getting almost impossibly wider, Jane turned around and picked up her beer bottle from the counter and downed half of the beer in one long series of gulps. Wiping her mouth on her wrist as she moved the bottle away, she looked again at Maura as if the woman had suddenly sprouted wings. “You’re not serious?”
Maura nodded.
Taking another big gulp of beer, Jane put the bottle back down and leaned back against the counter as if she needed the support.
“I think it’s rather sweet,” Maura said, hoping to ease Jane’s apparent distress.
“Sweet?”
Maura nodded and stepped closer to Jane, placing her hand on Jane’s hips. “I got the idea this was Angela’s way of accepting us as our own unique family.”
“She said that?”
“Not in so many words, but I had… an intestinal feeling about it.”
Jane smirked. “You mean a gut feeling?”
“If you have to put it crudely,” Maura answered.
Jane sighed. “Maura, you usually only understand literal words, what exactly did she say?”
“Well, first she told me she wanted to run the Christmas card idea by me before telling you about it, just in case you disagreed with her. She seemed to think I might be able to persuade you to do it.”
Jane scoffed. “Yeah, right. Like I’d do something crazy just ‘cause you asked me to.”
Maura decided that it would not be in her best interest at the moment to bring up the number of times she had indeed talked Jane into doing something just because she asked her to or smiled sweetly and batted her eyelashes. Proud of herself for realizing that it was probably not a good time to point that out at all, she just continued telling Jane what her mother had said. “Then she said she thought that we were good for each other and that families come in all shapes and sizes. She also said were cute together. ”
“She said that?”
Maura nodded and then added, “She thought we would be especially cute if we were wearing matching sweaters.”
“With a turtle and a dog,” Jane said dryly.
“Well, she could be knitting baby clothes…”
Jane looked startled as she contemplated that idea. She finally said, “Jo Friday is really going to hate wearing that sweater.”
Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles
Pairing: Jane/Maura
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These characters and this show do not belong to me - they are the creations of Tess Gerritsen and TNT. No infringement intended and no profit will be made from their use.
Spoilers: None
Author’s Note: This is a silly little fic that was inspired by a photo. If I tell you what’s in the photo, it will spoil the fic, but it’s posted at the bottom of the page. Hey, don’t look yet! Anyway, thanks to Leigh for the photo. I blame her for the story below! :-)
Jane smiled inwardly as she inserted the key into the lock in Maura’s front door. She felt her heartbeat increase slightly, as it always seemed to do when she was about to come face to face with Maura Isles. The doctor had really done a number on Jane and she was certain that she had never felt this way about anyone else in her life. Ever.
She shifted the bag of Chinese take-out she held in her arms and tightened her grip on the six pack of Samuel Adams as she pushed opened the door. She stepped inside, closed the door behind her and made her way to the kitchen, eager to see Maura. She had been daydreaming about kissing the doctor all afternoon.
The back of the head she spied sitting on the couch, almost caused Jane stop in her tracks, but she managed to keep walking and not look too surprised as her mother turned to greet her.
“Janey! What are you doing here?”
Jane saw that her mother was knitting or crocheting or something. Jane only knew that it involved needles and yarn and that was enough for her. She was just thankful that she had chosen to bring the food in first, leaving the overnight bag she had packed in the car.
“Well, hey, Ma. I could ask you the same thing.” Jane didn’t really notice that her mother didn’t seem at all surprised that she had her own key to Maura’s house, nor did she feel the need to knock. She put the bag of food on the counter, and the six-pack in the fridge, snagging a bottle for herself as she closed the door and turned back toward her mother.
“I came over to show Maura my latest creation,” Angela answered as she resumed her knitting.
“Oh. Well, I came over to watch the Sox game. With Maura,” Jane rolled her eyes at her own words. Of course she would be watching the game with Maura - she was in Maura’s house. Glad her mother didn’t point out her statement of the obvious, she began looking around the room. “Where is Maura?”
“She went to change clothes.” Angela finally glanced over at Jane with a skeptical look and Jane braced herself for the question. “Maura is going to watch baseball with you?”
“Yeah. She wants to learn more about the game.”
Angela turned back to her knitting so that Jane couldn’t see the smirk forming on her face. Angela knew that Maura had no interest in learning about baseball. But the doctor did have a keen interest in spending time with Jane.
Jane turned as she heard footsteps on the stairs and caught her first glimpse of Maura. She nearly dropped her beer.
Maura smiled. “Jane! I didn’t hear you come in,” the doctor offered as a greeting as she breezed by the taller woman still standing by the kitchen counter. Pleased that her new outfit had elicited the desired reaction from her girlfriend, she ran her hand lightly over Jane’s hip and across the small of her back as she passed by behind her. Her grin widened as Jane responded with a visible ripple of pleasure to her touch and had to stifle a squeak with a gulp of beer so that Angela wouldn’t hear.
“Nice outfit,” Jane said almost under her breath after she recovered from Maura’s caress.
Maura smiled. “I hoped you’d like it,” she responded in the same low voice as Jane.
Jane continued to stand and gape as Maura picked up the bottle of wine, left open to breathe on the counter, and filled a waiting glass.
“Angela, can I pour you a glass of wine?” Maura called.
“No thanks, dear. I’m not planning on staying. I’m ready for a new skein of yarn, so I’ll be heading back to the guest house to work some more on my next little sweater.” Angela took the beginnings of the small red and green creation she was working on and put it in the tote bag that she used to carry her knitting supplies.
Maura couldn’t help but notice the look of relief on Jane’s face when her mother announced her departure. The doctor had to admit, she was looking forward to a night alone with the detective too. She clinked her wine glass to Jane’s beer bottle and grinned smugly. “To the Red Sox.”
Angela gathered the rest of her knitting supplies and finally stood up and turned toward the kitchen. She froze in place and her eyes widened slightly as she took in Maura’s outfit.
“Well, Maura, when you said you bought a new outfit, I’ll have to admit, that was the last thing I was expecting to see you wear,” Angela said with a smile. Jane looked again at Maura, and Angela almost laughed at her daughter’s doe-eyed expression. There was no doubt, Jane was completely smitten.
“When in Rome… Or in this case, Boston…” Maura answered as she took a sip of her wine. She moved around the kitchen counter and Angela could now see her complete ensemble. The good doctor was wearing a complete Boston Red Sox uniform. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and the baseball cap, perched on her head at a slightly sideways tilt, made her look a bit like a little league player. A very feminine little league player.
Maura looked down at her clothing and said proudly, “I bought the entire uniform except for the clits.”
Angela’s chin dropped and Jane almost choked on her beer.
Maura gave Jane a look and held out her foot to display her plain white sneakers. “I didn’t want to scuff up my floors with those spiky things on the bottom.”
When Jane regained her voice, she said with a chuckle, “I think you mean cleats, Maura.”
“Oh.” Maura frowned slightly. “That does sound better. I thought that was an unusual thing to call a shoe.”
Angela chuckled and shook her head slightly as Jane just rolled her eyes. “Enjoy the game, you two,” Angela said as she picked up her bag and headed out the side door to the guest house.
As soon as the door closed, Jane quickly set her beer on the counter and pulled Maura into her arms, kissing her passionately.
“Not that I’m complaining,” Maura said as they finally broke for air, “but what did I do to deserve a kiss like that?”
Jane pushed away and held Maura at arm’s length, so she could take in her outfit once again. “I know you love your high heels and fancy ‘couture’, but let me just tell you, you wear a baseball uniform better than anyone I’ve ever seen.”
Maura beamed and Jane couldn’t help but return the ear-to-ear grin. “You really think so?” the doctor asked, almost shyly.
“Trust me,” Jane replied. “The only thing better than seeing you in this uniform, would be seeing you out of it.” She punctuated her comment with a waggle of her eyebrows, which just seemed to brighten Maura’s smile even more.
“Well…,” Maura began as she pulled Jane back to her. “We do have a little time before the game starts.”
A muffled clunking sound interrupted their kiss. Jane pulled back and peered over Maura’s shoulder in the direction of the noise. Her eyes widened. “What the hell…?”
“It’s just Bass,” Maura said, eager to resume the kiss.
“That’s not ‘just Bass’, Maura.”
Confused, Maura turned to look at the tortoise, slowly making his way towards them, and at that moment she remembered the reason for Angela’s earlier visit.
“What is…? How did…? Is he wearing a sweater?” Jane finally managed to spit out a question.
“I forgot about that. He seemed to like it, so we left it on him,” Maura replied.
Jane looked again at Bass. He was indeed wearing a sweater. A bright red and green, snowflake patterned sweater. She looked back at Maura, speechless.
“Your mother knitted it for him,” Maura said, as if that clarification answered any questions that may be running through Jane’s head.
“Why on earth would my mother knit your turtle a sweater?” Then she added another rhetorical question. “And who in God’s name came up with a pattern for a turtle sweater in the first place?”
“Tortoise. And she wanted all of us to match.”
“Oh, well that explains it,” Jane said, her words laced with sarcasm. Then she shook her head. “What? Match for what?”
“For our Christmas card photo,” Maura said matter-of-factly. “She was knitting Jo Friday’s sweater when you came in.”
Jane blinked and her mouth moved, but no words came out.
“Jane? Are you OK?”
Finally finding her voice again, Jane said, “No! In the first place, I’m not putting a sweater on my dog! And in the second place, what Christmas card?”
“The family card Angela obviously thinks we should send.” Giving Jane a skeptical look, Maura asked tentatively, “Does this mean you won’t wear the matching sweaters she’s knitting for each of us?”
Eyes getting almost impossibly wider, Jane turned around and picked up her beer bottle from the counter and downed half of the beer in one long series of gulps. Wiping her mouth on her wrist as she moved the bottle away, she looked again at Maura as if the woman had suddenly sprouted wings. “You’re not serious?”
Maura nodded.
Taking another big gulp of beer, Jane put the bottle back down and leaned back against the counter as if she needed the support.
“I think it’s rather sweet,” Maura said, hoping to ease Jane’s apparent distress.
“Sweet?”
Maura nodded and stepped closer to Jane, placing her hand on Jane’s hips. “I got the idea this was Angela’s way of accepting us as our own unique family.”
“She said that?”
“Not in so many words, but I had… an intestinal feeling about it.”
Jane smirked. “You mean a gut feeling?”
“If you have to put it crudely,” Maura answered.
Jane sighed. “Maura, you usually only understand literal words, what exactly did she say?”
“Well, first she told me she wanted to run the Christmas card idea by me before telling you about it, just in case you disagreed with her. She seemed to think I might be able to persuade you to do it.”
Jane scoffed. “Yeah, right. Like I’d do something crazy just ‘cause you asked me to.”
Maura decided that it would not be in her best interest at the moment to bring up the number of times she had indeed talked Jane into doing something just because she asked her to or smiled sweetly and batted her eyelashes. Proud of herself for realizing that it was probably not a good time to point that out at all, she just continued telling Jane what her mother had said. “Then she said she thought that we were good for each other and that families come in all shapes and sizes. She also said were cute together. ”
“She said that?”
Maura nodded and then added, “She thought we would be especially cute if we were wearing matching sweaters.”
“With a turtle and a dog,” Jane said dryly.
“Well, she could be knitting baby clothes…”
Jane looked startled as she contemplated that idea. She finally said, “Jo Friday is really going to hate wearing that sweater.”