fic: 'electricity' chapter two - 'The Rumour Mill'
Title: Electricity 2/12 (so far!)
Pairing: Jane/Maura
Rating: T
Summary: Maura knows what she wants. The only problem is that Jane won't allow herself to act on her feelings; not yet - anyway...
Disclaimer: These characters are in no way mine, and I do not intend to make profit from this story. All kudos goes to Tess Gerritson for these wonderful characters.
Previously:
Chapter One - The Little Black Dress
Jane Rizzoli would normally describe the loud, violent jolt of her alarm clock as offensive but considering she had not slept yet, she simply sighed and threw her hand down on top of the radio alarm to shut the damn thing up. The red letters illuminated the room brightly, the time reading '5.30' and she sat up in belt. Rubbing her eyes she pushed a stray curl of her brown hair behind her ear and manipulated her feet from under her covers to the floor. The cold, hardwood flooring made her shiver until her body grew accustomed to the temperature. Standing up, she shuffled her way into the bathroom and washed her face in an attempt to actually feel human. Drying her face off with a towel she brushed her teeth and got into the shower, turning the water down to almost freezing cold but that wouldn't do it. That wouldn't erase what had happened the night before, the words that had been said. You've fucking done it now, haven't you, Rizzoli? You've ruined it - the lies will come out sometime. It will ruin your relationship with your parents, or it will decimate your relationship with your best friend. Like a game of Russian roulette, which will die first? Jane hit her hand against the cold wet tiles and slid down the wall to the shower tray. Letting the cold water fall on her head hard, like hailstones, she sat there for a while trying to make sense of the whole situation. She wasn't sure how long she was in there for, but when she noticed her skin becoming prune-like she decided it was probably time to get out of the shower. She dressed herself for work and surveyed the results in the mirror. Decent enough. Jane decided that she would pick up a coffee on the way to work; she grabbed her keys and left her apartment.
She had arrived at the police department early, and was one of the first there. Making her way up to her office, she could see Korsak behind his desk, engrossed in some paperwork. Hearing the door squeak open slightly startled him and he looked up. Peering from behind his glasses he was surprised to see Jane; checking his watch he did a double take.
"Rizzoli? You're here early."
"Hey Korsak. Early bird and all, right? Thought I'd get a start on it. Nobody else here yet?" Jane set her coffee cup down on her desk and sat on her chair, leaning back slightly into it. Korsak shook his head as he shifted his gaze back to the papers on his desk.
"No, only us..."
"Ah - bit of peace before the chaos starts," Jane cut him off before he could finish his sentence.
"I was going to add, Dr Isles is here, too. She was here early too. Geez, you'd think you two were synchronized sometimes."
Jane tried to hide her mixture of fear and disappointment and brush it off with an "oh," but Korsak knew Rizzoli more than that. After all of the years they had spent together on the force, he knew when something was troubling Jane, and there was definitely something bothering the curly-haired brunette.
"What's the matter, Jane? You two fallen out or something?" He sat back in his chair, unfolding his arms, trying to signal that she could tell him, count on him to be there for her.
Jane moved her hand over her mouth, her fingers ghosting across her lips pensively. She mumbled quietly before, "something like that, yeah."
Korsak shrugged, shaking his head slightly. "Chicks! You'll be best friends again by noon. You change your moods like the weather."
Jane laughed at his blasé answer, typical Korsak. "We'll see," she answered before pushing the power button on the computer atop of her desk.
The rest of the day passed away in a blur; mainly both Maura and Jane doing whatever they could to avoid each other - rumours were already flying around the office. Had they fallen out? Did they sleep with each other? I heard that Jane caught Maura sleeping with Frost and this is all down to a jealous rage! I heard that Maura beat up on Jane at a late night bar fight! Some of the suggestions were downright ridiculous - though the one about Maura and Frost sent Frost into a wonderful daydream for most of the day; it just aggravated Jane more. Maura was removed from the rumours down in the morgue, but sure enough, she heard by the end of the day. So when she burst into Jane's office demanding to know who started those ridiculous rumours no-one was really surprised.
"You know, creating rumours is something people with little or no intelligence or life do to pass the time; because their lives are so boring they feel the need to create drama at the expense of somebody else! They're not clever, and none of them are true. There was no bar brawl, I did not sleep with Frost, and I certainly did not fuck Jane!" The emphasis on the latter statement was more to relieve Maura's conscience than to serve a point to anyone else. It wasn't that she hadn't slept with Jane, more that she never got the chance to.
Maura's face had turned a bright shade of pink and she regained some composure after her out-of-character outburst; Korsak, Frost and Rizzoli sat back, certainly shocked by it.
"Whoa, okay Isles - calm down!" Frost said, motioning his hands for her to sit down. "You should know by now this place is a big rumour mill. Don't take any notice."
"For sure," Korsak began. "Just ignore it, we all love you...both of you, regardless of whats happening between you at the moment." He looked towards Jane who had an arched eyebrow and a mischievous glint in her eye.
"What do you mean; you 'certainly' did not fuck me? You don't have to say it as though I'm diseased, Maura." She crossed her arms over her chair and leant back slightly, this is going to be good, she thought to herself with a sly grin.
Maura's head snapped towards Jane - she had definitely not expected Jane to say that. Maura's stomach plummeted, she hadn't meant it to sound like that, and the butterflies swirling around in her stomach indicated that it was quite the opposite - she wanted to fuck Jane more than anything; she loved it when the brunette got fiery. "I.. um..uh.. I didn't mean it like that, Jane!" Her cheeks turned from the bright shade of pink to crimson red, and she turned and bolted from the office back to the confines of her morgue.
For a moment, Jane had forgotten what had happened the night before; whether it was due to Maura's unusual outburst or just ignorance, she had forgotten and as soon as the M.E had left the room, a pang of guilt hit her body like a ton of bricks. "Well, shit."
"What was that about Rizzoli? I hardly think there was any call for that, especially from you..." Frost said, glancing over at Jane with a disapproving face. Everyone knew Frost had a thing for Maura, it was kind of an unwritten rule; and so for him to see Maura so upset, and Jane twist the knife a bit deeper made his defensive nature kick into action.
Jane shook her head. "Nothing, cumulative of a bad day, I guess."
"Shouldn't you go apologise, or check on her, whatever it is you chicks do when you fall out?" Korsak said from behind his desk.
Jane rubbed her temples, in about ten seconds flat she had made the situation go from bad to worse. She stood up, adjusting the waistband of her slacks and removing her jacket. She had worn an emerald green short-sleeved tee to work today, which seemed to flatter her grey slacks more than she had intended it to. She left the office silently and made her way down to the morgue.
Pairing: Jane/Maura
Rating: T
Summary: Maura knows what she wants. The only problem is that Jane won't allow herself to act on her feelings; not yet - anyway...
Disclaimer: These characters are in no way mine, and I do not intend to make profit from this story. All kudos goes to Tess Gerritson for these wonderful characters.
Previously:
Chapter One - The Little Black Dress
Jane Rizzoli would normally describe the loud, violent jolt of her alarm clock as offensive but considering she had not slept yet, she simply sighed and threw her hand down on top of the radio alarm to shut the damn thing up. The red letters illuminated the room brightly, the time reading '5.30' and she sat up in belt. Rubbing her eyes she pushed a stray curl of her brown hair behind her ear and manipulated her feet from under her covers to the floor. The cold, hardwood flooring made her shiver until her body grew accustomed to the temperature. Standing up, she shuffled her way into the bathroom and washed her face in an attempt to actually feel human. Drying her face off with a towel she brushed her teeth and got into the shower, turning the water down to almost freezing cold but that wouldn't do it. That wouldn't erase what had happened the night before, the words that had been said. You've fucking done it now, haven't you, Rizzoli? You've ruined it - the lies will come out sometime. It will ruin your relationship with your parents, or it will decimate your relationship with your best friend. Like a game of Russian roulette, which will die first? Jane hit her hand against the cold wet tiles and slid down the wall to the shower tray. Letting the cold water fall on her head hard, like hailstones, she sat there for a while trying to make sense of the whole situation. She wasn't sure how long she was in there for, but when she noticed her skin becoming prune-like she decided it was probably time to get out of the shower. She dressed herself for work and surveyed the results in the mirror. Decent enough. Jane decided that she would pick up a coffee on the way to work; she grabbed her keys and left her apartment.
She had arrived at the police department early, and was one of the first there. Making her way up to her office, she could see Korsak behind his desk, engrossed in some paperwork. Hearing the door squeak open slightly startled him and he looked up. Peering from behind his glasses he was surprised to see Jane; checking his watch he did a double take.
"Rizzoli? You're here early."
"Hey Korsak. Early bird and all, right? Thought I'd get a start on it. Nobody else here yet?" Jane set her coffee cup down on her desk and sat on her chair, leaning back slightly into it. Korsak shook his head as he shifted his gaze back to the papers on his desk.
"No, only us..."
"Ah - bit of peace before the chaos starts," Jane cut him off before he could finish his sentence.
"I was going to add, Dr Isles is here, too. She was here early too. Geez, you'd think you two were synchronized sometimes."
Jane tried to hide her mixture of fear and disappointment and brush it off with an "oh," but Korsak knew Rizzoli more than that. After all of the years they had spent together on the force, he knew when something was troubling Jane, and there was definitely something bothering the curly-haired brunette.
"What's the matter, Jane? You two fallen out or something?" He sat back in his chair, unfolding his arms, trying to signal that she could tell him, count on him to be there for her.
Jane moved her hand over her mouth, her fingers ghosting across her lips pensively. She mumbled quietly before, "something like that, yeah."
Korsak shrugged, shaking his head slightly. "Chicks! You'll be best friends again by noon. You change your moods like the weather."
Jane laughed at his blasé answer, typical Korsak. "We'll see," she answered before pushing the power button on the computer atop of her desk.
The rest of the day passed away in a blur; mainly both Maura and Jane doing whatever they could to avoid each other - rumours were already flying around the office. Had they fallen out? Did they sleep with each other? I heard that Jane caught Maura sleeping with Frost and this is all down to a jealous rage! I heard that Maura beat up on Jane at a late night bar fight! Some of the suggestions were downright ridiculous - though the one about Maura and Frost sent Frost into a wonderful daydream for most of the day; it just aggravated Jane more. Maura was removed from the rumours down in the morgue, but sure enough, she heard by the end of the day. So when she burst into Jane's office demanding to know who started those ridiculous rumours no-one was really surprised.
"You know, creating rumours is something people with little or no intelligence or life do to pass the time; because their lives are so boring they feel the need to create drama at the expense of somebody else! They're not clever, and none of them are true. There was no bar brawl, I did not sleep with Frost, and I certainly did not fuck Jane!" The emphasis on the latter statement was more to relieve Maura's conscience than to serve a point to anyone else. It wasn't that she hadn't slept with Jane, more that she never got the chance to.
Maura's face had turned a bright shade of pink and she regained some composure after her out-of-character outburst; Korsak, Frost and Rizzoli sat back, certainly shocked by it.
"Whoa, okay Isles - calm down!" Frost said, motioning his hands for her to sit down. "You should know by now this place is a big rumour mill. Don't take any notice."
"For sure," Korsak began. "Just ignore it, we all love you...both of you, regardless of whats happening between you at the moment." He looked towards Jane who had an arched eyebrow and a mischievous glint in her eye.
"What do you mean; you 'certainly' did not fuck me? You don't have to say it as though I'm diseased, Maura." She crossed her arms over her chair and leant back slightly, this is going to be good, she thought to herself with a sly grin.
Maura's head snapped towards Jane - she had definitely not expected Jane to say that. Maura's stomach plummeted, she hadn't meant it to sound like that, and the butterflies swirling around in her stomach indicated that it was quite the opposite - she wanted to fuck Jane more than anything; she loved it when the brunette got fiery. "I.. um..uh.. I didn't mean it like that, Jane!" Her cheeks turned from the bright shade of pink to crimson red, and she turned and bolted from the office back to the confines of her morgue.
For a moment, Jane had forgotten what had happened the night before; whether it was due to Maura's unusual outburst or just ignorance, she had forgotten and as soon as the M.E had left the room, a pang of guilt hit her body like a ton of bricks. "Well, shit."
"What was that about Rizzoli? I hardly think there was any call for that, especially from you..." Frost said, glancing over at Jane with a disapproving face. Everyone knew Frost had a thing for Maura, it was kind of an unwritten rule; and so for him to see Maura so upset, and Jane twist the knife a bit deeper made his defensive nature kick into action.
Jane shook her head. "Nothing, cumulative of a bad day, I guess."
"Shouldn't you go apologise, or check on her, whatever it is you chicks do when you fall out?" Korsak said from behind his desk.
Jane rubbed her temples, in about ten seconds flat she had made the situation go from bad to worse. She stood up, adjusting the waistband of her slacks and removing her jacket. She had worn an emerald green short-sleeved tee to work today, which seemed to flatter her grey slacks more than she had intended it to. She left the office silently and made her way down to the morgue.