Who Are We Now? [1/?]
Title: Who Are We Now? [1/?]
Author: msanimanga [carla]
Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles
Pairing: Jane Rizzoli/Maura Isles
Rating: T
Words: 1,527
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters. If I did, I'd be happy, and so would my RizzlesGirls!
Summary: In the aftermath of the infamous shooting, Maura finds herself facing a great loss. Rizzles/Rizzisles, I promise!
Author's Note: So, I've been holding on to this story and not posting it because I was waiting until I had more written up. I wanted to be done with The Detective, The Doctor, and The Badge before I posted this one, but DDB is giving me some trouble, and my editor is nowhere to be found [thank you for editing this, mcentire_k, wherever you are]. I decided that I would post the first chapter, because it's been sitting here for a while and it's about time. I also have a one-shot that a new beta is reading for me. I can't say when I will update this, but I will say that I know where it's going, and the plot will be thick-I think. Please please leave me a review if you would be so kind. Anyhow, here is Chapter 1 of Who Are We Now?
Chapter 1 - Oh, Jane
Maura was a woman that went by the facts. She was logical and straight-forward. She knew things that were- as she had been told- often useless bits of information. She spewed off this information as she saw necessary. Most people found her rambling unnecessary and awkward, and she had been working on her interactions with other people. Maura was a particular person, prim and proper, a creature of habit.
One thing Maura did not do was assume. She never reacted quickly without carefully analyzing a situation. Thus, Maura did her best to not jump to conclusions about her recent predicament.
For some reason, Maura had finally come to a problem that she could not solve. Despite her analysis and extensive research on the subject, she could not come to a conclusion.
Well, she had come to a conclusion. But Maura did not like the conclusion she came to.
She was attracted to the infamous Detective, Jane Rizzoli.
It was not that Maura did not approve of homosexuality. She could go on and on, presenting a plethora of statistical data and extensive information regarding attraction to the same sex. She would never admit to such an attraction, though. The world she grew up in pushed her toward a certain path. Of course, everyone expected her to date the sons of other wealthy families, to produce a brilliant child, and to continue to pursue her career.
Maura had always accounted her failures with men to the flaws in her personality. She always seemed to say too much, ruining any chance she had with these men. Her candid diagnoses of her dates certainly did not help.
One of her dates had showed obvious signs of male pattern baldness, another one showed signs of a bacterial infection, and the most recent candidate had been dismissed due to his penchant for wearing mismatched socks. Maura had to admit that at times her analyses and dismissals of the men she dated were ridiculous.
Over the years, Maura had attempted to push the obvious out of the way. She was already seen as an odd human being, a “Google mouth” that was too intelligent for her own good. She didn’t need to be further ostracized, and if her assumptions were correct, there would be an entire world of people that would look at her with disdain.
With no friends and little social interactions, it was easy for Maura to avoid the issue altogether.
Then Jane Rizzoli came into the picture.
Maura grew close to the woman, and despite the flaws she saw in Jane, she hadn’t ruined their friendship. Jane didn’t find her spewing of random facts condescending- if anything, it seemed as though she found it endearing. She understood that it was a part of Maura that could not be changed, and it made Maura who she was.
Maura had felt things when she was with Jane. At first she shrugged it off and ignored the obvious implications of her reaction to the brunette. The simple touches they shared sent a jolt through her, and the glances they shared often lingered longer than necessary.
On one night in particular, Maura was assured that she was correct in her conclusions. She was lying beside Jane, ignoring the alarms that were going off in her head due to their current positions-something that she had dared to imagine before.
“Are we having a sleepover or is this your way of telling me you’re attracted to me?”
Maura gulped. Surely, Jane had meant it jokingly- but Maura’s heart had skipped a beat as she thought back over the extensive insight she had given to the subject as of late.
Maura, tell her… Maura dropped a mental block on the thought and laughed lightheartedly at Jane’s comment.
They lay quietly, and Maura held onto Jane’s comment. It bounced about in her head, Maura picking it apart slowly. Had Jane really said it in jest? Was that a hint of seriousness in Jane’s voice? Did she detect a bit of hope?
Before Maura could further analyze the situation, a knock was heard at her front door.
That FBI agent had ruined a perfectly good opportunity- but Maura could not blame this on him. No, she had had many opportunities to analyze things and speak to Jane.
Now it was too late.
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Maura had slipped into the hospital room to find it empty.
It was the day after the incident with Bobby Marino. Jane had shot herself in an attempt to save her brother, Frankie. The detective had been brought into the hospital, unconscious.
Marino had been captured, cursing Jane and bleeding profusely.
Somehow, he had lived. Somehow, he was alive and waiting in a cell to be tried. Somehow, the police were considering making some sort of deal with him. It seemed that he was a part of a bigger drug ring, and could provide information on a drug boss that had been evading prosecution for years.
The deal was looking good for Marino, until he had ordered Jane’s head on a silver platter. For the first time, Maura Isles was grateful for Charles Hoyt.
Hoyt had ears all over the prison, as well as on the outside. His people had somehow caught wind of the hit set out on Jane. The serial killer managed to warn the department of the impending doom that had been set up for the detective, not without having one of his men injure Marino on the prison grounds for threatening his precious Jane.
Of course, Marino’s deal was pulled. His trial was set to occur, with Jane as a star witness. Security was set up to protect Jane Rizzoli from the drug dealer’s henchmen, the hit still live and the pay increased since Marino’s slip-up.
It had all occurred in only two days, and Maura was exhausted, filled with worry for the woman that she had grown so close to. Jane was the person that seemed to understand her.
The doctors and protective detail had told Maura that Jane would be fine. The surgeons told Maura that Jane would need to go undergo a final surgery- from the medical reports that the team had run by Maura, and from witnessing the shooting, she knew that the detective had caused serious damage with that gunshot.
The surgery had gone well, they told her. Everything was going according to plan.
Until some unforeseen complication had occurred. A sudden decrease in Jane’s heart rate left the surgeons baffled, and their attempts to regulate it and revive her were useless.
Somehow, Jane had slipped away. Somehow, Jane Rizzoli’s heart had stopped beating.
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Maura dropped the picture frame she had in her hand. The glass shattered, distorting the face of the brunette detective pictured.
The M.E. slid to the floor, shaking the frame to release the glass. She clutched the remaining wooden frame to her chest, held Jane to her for the last time.
“Oh, Jane…oh, Jane….”
The tears did not stop. Maura knew that they would never stop.
She hadn’t been able to stifle them since Jane’s surgeon had found her in the empty hospital room. As soon as Maura looked into those apologetic eyes, she had collapsed into a heap on the floor. The voices that suddenly surrounded her were dull and she only heard screams.
It was a clear, deep, wretched sound, full of anguish, nearly animalistic in nature.
It was later that they explained to her, with hushed tones and sad eyes, that the screams belonged to her.
Now, clutching a picture of the woman she had lost, Maura’s screams were replaced by a desperately repeated mantra.
“Oh, Jane…oh, Jane…”
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Maura woke to the sound of an alarm clock in her bedroom.
Slightly disoriented, she took a moment to observe the scene around her. She saw the glass on the hardwood floor and found that she was still clutching Jane’s picture.
She had fallen asleep on the sofa.
Her dress would be wrinkled…
Jane would have laughed at her for thinking of something so trivial at a time like this.
Maura went to her bedroom to change into the outfit that she had laid out the night before.
She slipped into the simple pair of Boston PD sweat pants and comfortable shirt- a softball shirt that had belonged to Jane.
Everything else was packed in boxes, ready to be loaded onto the truck that waited outside.
Maura folded the black dress that she had worn to Jane’s funeral. She didn’t mind the wrinkles- she was sure that she would never want to wear it again.
She did not want to remember this part of Jane. She only wanted the pictures that she had, this softball shirt, and the few other items that Angela Rizzoli had given her to remember Jane by.
The Rizzolis all understood why Maura had to leave Boston. They seemed to know that there was some deep connection between the two women. It was Angela Rizzoli who had rushed to Jane’s hospital room and soothed the amber-haired woman, calming her and silencing her screams.
Maura gave her bedroom one final look and walked out, dress and picture frame in her hands.
Author: msanimanga [carla]
Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles
Pairing: Jane Rizzoli/Maura Isles
Rating: T
Words: 1,527
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters. If I did, I'd be happy, and so would my RizzlesGirls!
Summary: In the aftermath of the infamous shooting, Maura finds herself facing a great loss. Rizzles/Rizzisles, I promise!
Author's Note: So, I've been holding on to this story and not posting it because I was waiting until I had more written up. I wanted to be done with The Detective, The Doctor, and The Badge before I posted this one, but DDB is giving me some trouble, and my editor is nowhere to be found [thank you for editing this, mcentire_k, wherever you are]. I decided that I would post the first chapter, because it's been sitting here for a while and it's about time. I also have a one-shot that a new beta is reading for me. I can't say when I will update this, but I will say that I know where it's going, and the plot will be thick-I think. Please please leave me a review if you would be so kind. Anyhow, here is Chapter 1 of Who Are We Now?
Chapter 1 - Oh, Jane
Maura was a woman that went by the facts. She was logical and straight-forward. She knew things that were- as she had been told- often useless bits of information. She spewed off this information as she saw necessary. Most people found her rambling unnecessary and awkward, and she had been working on her interactions with other people. Maura was a particular person, prim and proper, a creature of habit.
One thing Maura did not do was assume. She never reacted quickly without carefully analyzing a situation. Thus, Maura did her best to not jump to conclusions about her recent predicament.
For some reason, Maura had finally come to a problem that she could not solve. Despite her analysis and extensive research on the subject, she could not come to a conclusion.
Well, she had come to a conclusion. But Maura did not like the conclusion she came to.
She was attracted to the infamous Detective, Jane Rizzoli.
It was not that Maura did not approve of homosexuality. She could go on and on, presenting a plethora of statistical data and extensive information regarding attraction to the same sex. She would never admit to such an attraction, though. The world she grew up in pushed her toward a certain path. Of course, everyone expected her to date the sons of other wealthy families, to produce a brilliant child, and to continue to pursue her career.
Maura had always accounted her failures with men to the flaws in her personality. She always seemed to say too much, ruining any chance she had with these men. Her candid diagnoses of her dates certainly did not help.
One of her dates had showed obvious signs of male pattern baldness, another one showed signs of a bacterial infection, and the most recent candidate had been dismissed due to his penchant for wearing mismatched socks. Maura had to admit that at times her analyses and dismissals of the men she dated were ridiculous.
Over the years, Maura had attempted to push the obvious out of the way. She was already seen as an odd human being, a “Google mouth” that was too intelligent for her own good. She didn’t need to be further ostracized, and if her assumptions were correct, there would be an entire world of people that would look at her with disdain.
With no friends and little social interactions, it was easy for Maura to avoid the issue altogether.
Then Jane Rizzoli came into the picture.
Maura grew close to the woman, and despite the flaws she saw in Jane, she hadn’t ruined their friendship. Jane didn’t find her spewing of random facts condescending- if anything, it seemed as though she found it endearing. She understood that it was a part of Maura that could not be changed, and it made Maura who she was.
Maura had felt things when she was with Jane. At first she shrugged it off and ignored the obvious implications of her reaction to the brunette. The simple touches they shared sent a jolt through her, and the glances they shared often lingered longer than necessary.
On one night in particular, Maura was assured that she was correct in her conclusions. She was lying beside Jane, ignoring the alarms that were going off in her head due to their current positions-something that she had dared to imagine before.
“Are we having a sleepover or is this your way of telling me you’re attracted to me?”
Maura gulped. Surely, Jane had meant it jokingly- but Maura’s heart had skipped a beat as she thought back over the extensive insight she had given to the subject as of late.
Maura, tell her… Maura dropped a mental block on the thought and laughed lightheartedly at Jane’s comment.
They lay quietly, and Maura held onto Jane’s comment. It bounced about in her head, Maura picking it apart slowly. Had Jane really said it in jest? Was that a hint of seriousness in Jane’s voice? Did she detect a bit of hope?
Before Maura could further analyze the situation, a knock was heard at her front door.
That FBI agent had ruined a perfectly good opportunity- but Maura could not blame this on him. No, she had had many opportunities to analyze things and speak to Jane.
Now it was too late.
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Maura had slipped into the hospital room to find it empty.
It was the day after the incident with Bobby Marino. Jane had shot herself in an attempt to save her brother, Frankie. The detective had been brought into the hospital, unconscious.
Marino had been captured, cursing Jane and bleeding profusely.
Somehow, he had lived. Somehow, he was alive and waiting in a cell to be tried. Somehow, the police were considering making some sort of deal with him. It seemed that he was a part of a bigger drug ring, and could provide information on a drug boss that had been evading prosecution for years.
The deal was looking good for Marino, until he had ordered Jane’s head on a silver platter. For the first time, Maura Isles was grateful for Charles Hoyt.
Hoyt had ears all over the prison, as well as on the outside. His people had somehow caught wind of the hit set out on Jane. The serial killer managed to warn the department of the impending doom that had been set up for the detective, not without having one of his men injure Marino on the prison grounds for threatening his precious Jane.
Of course, Marino’s deal was pulled. His trial was set to occur, with Jane as a star witness. Security was set up to protect Jane Rizzoli from the drug dealer’s henchmen, the hit still live and the pay increased since Marino’s slip-up.
It had all occurred in only two days, and Maura was exhausted, filled with worry for the woman that she had grown so close to. Jane was the person that seemed to understand her.
The doctors and protective detail had told Maura that Jane would be fine. The surgeons told Maura that Jane would need to go undergo a final surgery- from the medical reports that the team had run by Maura, and from witnessing the shooting, she knew that the detective had caused serious damage with that gunshot.
The surgery had gone well, they told her. Everything was going according to plan.
Until some unforeseen complication had occurred. A sudden decrease in Jane’s heart rate left the surgeons baffled, and their attempts to regulate it and revive her were useless.
Somehow, Jane had slipped away. Somehow, Jane Rizzoli’s heart had stopped beating.
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Maura dropped the picture frame she had in her hand. The glass shattered, distorting the face of the brunette detective pictured.
The M.E. slid to the floor, shaking the frame to release the glass. She clutched the remaining wooden frame to her chest, held Jane to her for the last time.
“Oh, Jane…oh, Jane….”
The tears did not stop. Maura knew that they would never stop.
She hadn’t been able to stifle them since Jane’s surgeon had found her in the empty hospital room. As soon as Maura looked into those apologetic eyes, she had collapsed into a heap on the floor. The voices that suddenly surrounded her were dull and she only heard screams.
It was a clear, deep, wretched sound, full of anguish, nearly animalistic in nature.
It was later that they explained to her, with hushed tones and sad eyes, that the screams belonged to her.
Now, clutching a picture of the woman she had lost, Maura’s screams were replaced by a desperately repeated mantra.
“Oh, Jane…oh, Jane…”
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Maura woke to the sound of an alarm clock in her bedroom.
Slightly disoriented, she took a moment to observe the scene around her. She saw the glass on the hardwood floor and found that she was still clutching Jane’s picture.
She had fallen asleep on the sofa.
Her dress would be wrinkled…
Jane would have laughed at her for thinking of something so trivial at a time like this.
Maura went to her bedroom to change into the outfit that she had laid out the night before.
She slipped into the simple pair of Boston PD sweat pants and comfortable shirt- a softball shirt that had belonged to Jane.
Everything else was packed in boxes, ready to be loaded onto the truck that waited outside.
Maura folded the black dress that she had worn to Jane’s funeral. She didn’t mind the wrinkles- she was sure that she would never want to wear it again.
She did not want to remember this part of Jane. She only wanted the pictures that she had, this softball shirt, and the few other items that Angela Rizzoli had given her to remember Jane by.
The Rizzolis all understood why Maura had to leave Boston. They seemed to know that there was some deep connection between the two women. It was Angela Rizzoli who had rushed to Jane’s hospital room and soothed the amber-haired woman, calming her and silencing her screams.
Maura gave her bedroom one final look and walked out, dress and picture frame in her hands.