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 Six: Solace - The ladies realize that there's more to their feelings then the first want to admit but their time is cut short when they're called to another crime scene and the events leave Maura terrified when she gets home.
Words: 3044
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:
Jane was numbed; her blood was rushing through her veins at a rapid speed and she suddenly found it very hard to breathe. She couldn't think or move; she opened her eyes and looked at the woman in front of her. She didn't want to get out of the embrace; she wanted to keep Maura close and never let her go. It would've been one of these cheesy moments you'd find in a movie and Jane actually hated that, but she wasn't a stupid girl starring in a chick-flic.
The moment seemed perfect if it wasn't for the fact that Maura was crying and that there was something that suddenly made her feel very desperate. At first Jane didn't know what to do because Maura was always the one who had a reasonable solution for a problem but she appeared to be at a loss. Jane leaned into the embrace and felt Maura's head on her shoulder; she didn't want to let go. Her heart was still pounding in her chest, her lips burning from the touch of Maura's lips. She closed her eyes and savoured the moment for an instant before something disturbed the peaceful silence.
“Your phone...” Maura whispered and Jane a smile crossed Jane's lips when she spotted a few freckles on her friend's shoulders. She'd always considered them pretty cute. She'd tried to ignore it, dreading what the call would bring. It couldn't be a good thing.
“I don't want to...” Jane said and didn't move.
“It's Frost,” Maura reminded her and they both knew that something was going on. Jane and Frost were partners and got along quite well but their friendship didn't reach the stage of calling each other on a Sunday afternoon for no reason, yet. Of course Jane had recognized the ringtone immediately, announcing an incoming call by her partner.
Jane sighed. “Alright,” she said and got out of the embrace to answer her phone.
You certainly have the worst timing, she thought while she grabbed her bag.
Maura watched Jane for a second; a couple of hours earlier she'd thought that it was a mistake. Something she shouldn't do for her own good, and for Jane. It happened and she couldn't make it undone; she didn't want to. She'd lie saying it didn't concern her a little. It didn't confuse her any more, she was ready to deal with that though she had no idea if she'd be able to deal with what lay ahead. She was afraid that she'll hurt Jane sooner or later and that was the least thing she wanted though there might be nothing she could do about it. All she could do was hope that Jane will keep her promise. She got up, knowing that their quiet time was over.
“Rizzoli?” she answered her phone and turned around to see Maura walking toward her.
“Sorry to bother you,” he said.
“It's Sunday...” she complained.
“Tell that to the killer,” he said and Jane listened.
“What do you got?”
“Dead man on Washington Street,” he said. “Bring Dr. Isles along.”
For a moment she thought that she could hear him smiling.
How did he know?
Of course Maura would be there, but he knew her well enough to know that Maura was certainly around.
“Sure,” she simply answered and disconnected the call. Maura stood right in front of her; without a word Jane reached out and laid her hands on her hips, pulling her closer. Maura wasn't very resistant and laid her forehead against Jane's.
“We gotta go,” Jane said and sighed and softyl caressed Maura's left cheek.
“I know,” Maura whispered. “Don't tell me until we get there, I don't want to know it yet.”
“Are you okay?” Jane asked.
“Yes,” she answered. “For now, I am,” she said and smiled at Jane.
“Okay,” Jane answered. She knew that pushing it any further now wouldn't do them any good. She let go off Maura and they started putting on their clothes. Jane was tired; she didn't do much all day but being in the sun for hours could be very exhausting too. Her skin was still very warm from the sun and she knew that she wa lightly sunburned. All she wanted to do was go home, take a shower and pass out on the bed.
And I want Maura to be there, she thought.
They walked back through the water and Maura held out her hand before Jane had a chance to say anything when they climbed over the rock; Jane took it without a word and didn't let go entirely when they walked back to the car. Maura felt slowed down. She was relaxed and tired at the same time. The last thing she needed was a crime scene and a case that'll keep her from showering and sleeping a little before the weekend was over. She needed some quiet time; she needed to think and she needed a bit of solace. She wanted to be with Jane.
The drive to Washington Street was quiet and Jane wasn't sure if Maura was asleep or not but she didn't want to disturb her. She looked so peaceful when she was sleeping and Jane secretly admired her while she waited at a traffic light. She tried very hard to resist the urge to lean over and place a soft kiss on her lips. She bit her own lip and pushed that thought out of her mind.
Maybe later, she thought to herself and shook her head. She turned into Washington Street and spotted a couple of police cruisers and a few cops standing around. The scene was already secured by Boston PD. Jane parked the car at the side of the street and leaned back for a moment; Maura was still sleeping and Jane saw Korsak and Frost waiting for her. She turned her head to Maura.
What am I gonna do with you now? She asked herself. She couldn't just lean over and kiss her while everyone was watching. It wasn't any of their business and Jane actually had no idea where this was going, she didn't even know what was going on exactly. Despite that, it wasn't a thing Jane Rizzoli would do. No, it certainly wasn't.
She turned her head and laid her hand on Maura's to wake her gently.
“Hey,” Jane said softly and waited until Maura opened her yes. She was obviously a little confused.
God, that's so cute.
“Crime scene time,” Jane said quietly.
“Are we there already?” She asked and blinked a few times.
“Yes,” Jane said and laughed; she looked at their hands and Maura tightened her fingers around it, holding her hand for a moment.
“You ready?” Jane asked.
“No, but do I have a choice?” she wanted to know and Jane laughed. “I look totally messed up,” she said and caught a glance of her reflection in the rearview mirror.
“You look wonderful,” Jane said and Maura looked at her; Jane didn't know if she wanted to say something or if she was surprised but it was fine. “Let's go,” she said and Maura nodded.
As Jane got out of the car, she felt the early evening chill on her sunburned skin and shivered slightly.
“Where have you been?” Frost asked when he looked at the detective who was followed by Dr. Isles who was still dressed in a white beach dress. She looked absolutely gorgeous with her messy hair and Jane thought that none of the police officers standing around have ever seen Dr. Isles without her hair perfectly styled or her clothes matching perfectly.
Jane ignored his question and asked: “What happened?” while Maura walked past her to look at the corpse that was waiting for her a few inches ahead.
“Pedestrians found the body,” he said and pointed to an elderly man and woman; they were just being questioned by a police officer. “I don't know Jane,” he said and turned around to look at the body. “That seems a little weird...”
Maura agreed to what he was saying. She felt like having some kind of a déjà-vu while she was looking at the body.
Male. Obviously in his twenties. No ID yet.
She looked up in the direction of the street; the body was in perfect view for everyone to see. Everyone who walked by would've seen it but how come no one seemed to know anything? It wasn't even night-time yet and the street was fairly busy for a Sunday evening. Maura looked at a dark wound that might be a gunshot wound. I'll have that confirmed when I take a closer look at the morgue. There didn't seem to be anything odd about him, he didn't appear very remarkable. There were no other visible damages on his body. Except for the wound on his chest.
“What do you think?” Jane asked and crouched down next to the body and Maura looked up and shook her head without a word. “I don't know Jane,” she said. “I'd say that looks like a gunshot wound, but-”
“It is a gunshot wound, Maura,” Jane said.
“I'll have that confirmed later,” she answered.
“Alright.”
“This is the second person turning up dead just like that, no one saw anything, no one heard a thing...” Maura said more to herself. That usually wasn't her job.
“Yeah,” Jane agreed, regarding the body for a moment. Maura reached out, her gloved hand touching the man's wrist to turn it around. She'd been wanting to do that since she switched to doing her job a few minutes ago. She didn't want to see it, she knew what she'd find there but there was no way around it. She'd have to face it sooner or later.
Jane watched her expectantly and no one said a word when Maura turned the wrist and revealed a tattoo of a rose. The same rose that had been carelessly drawn on the wrist of the first victim.
“What the hell?” Jane asked and looked at Maura for an explanation but she didn't know more then the detective did.
“I don't like this, Jane,” she whispered and let go off his hand.
“Not at all,” Jane agreed and looked at Maura; she didn't face Jane and the sadness was back again. She might be good at hiding her emotions from other people but not from Jane. Was she just sad or was she worried? Jane didn't know but she knew that something was wrong. There was no proven connection between the two victims yet but Jane knew there was something about the whole thing that she didn't like. It seemed way too obvious.
Why the rose? She asked herself. Why would someone waste time with tattooing a dead guy. It surely wasn't for the fun.
Washington:
“I just don't get it,” Ziva said when Tony returned to his cubicle.
“What?” he wanted to know and sat down.
“What is it about that woman?” She asked. “Do you know who she is?”
She was talking about Kate. Or about Dr. Maura Isles better said. Ever since she found out that Tony had googled that woman she kept asking questions but much to his dismay Tony couldn't answer a single one of them. As much as he wanted to.
“No,” he answered. He wasn't in the mood for that kind of conversation.
“Aren't you curious?”
“Not as curious as you seem to be,” he answered; knowing that it wasn't entirely true. He was dying to know who that woman was but he wouldn't tell her so.
“I'm just sayin...”
“What?”
“That if there's someone turning up who looks like my dead colleague, I'd want to know,” she said and he raised an eyebrow at her.
“What am I supposed to do? Call her?” He asked and laughed. “That'd be a lovely phone call. I'm sorry, you look like my friend, unfortunately she was shot a couple of years ago. You don't happen to be her?” he said and leaned back in his chair.
“Why not?” she simply said and he knew she was actually serious.
“This is not the way we do it here,” he said. “That'd be kinda.... creepy,” he said. For one second, he considered this option but dropped it because it was ridiculous. What was he suppose to say? It's not like he had a chance to have a conversation about a case since they were working different departments and different jurisdications and it just wouldn't make any sense.
“What have you got?” Tony asked when Gibbs walked in; he was holding the same file that Tony already read.
“We've got nothing so far,” he admitted. “But they've got another dead one,” he said and held up the file.
Boston.
“Who's 'we'?” Ziva wanted to know.
Tony looked at his boss and no one said a word.
You haven't told her?
“Some colleagues in Boston,” he simply said without loosing Tony out of view.
“Why would we deal with their case?” she wanted to know and Gibbs gave her the same answer he gave Tony already.
“Because they have no idea what they're dealing with.”
“And... you really think they'll allow us to step in like that?” she asked.
“Of course not,” Gibbs said and Tony chuckled.
“Why bother then?”
“Because it will concern us pretty soon,” Gibbs said and sat down.
“What do you mean?” Tony asked this time.
Gibbs took his time with answering the question and took a mag out of one of his drawers and threw it to Tony who caught it just in time. It was the mag with the picture of... who exactly? He didn't really know.
He didn't say a word and just looked at his boss. What exactly was that supposed to mean? Did he really knew more already and just didn't bother with sharing?
“Did you talk to Abby?” Gibbs asked without looking up from his desk and Tony knew what he was talking about.
“No,” he said quietly. “I didn't say anything.”
Gibbs nodded and Tony knew her wouldn't share any more information by now.
“So, we're going to Boston?” Ziva wanted to know.
“Not yet,” Gibbs said. “But it won't take long.”
Boston:
By the time Jane dropped her off at her house she was deadly tired and terribly confused. She walked toward her front door, asking herself what she'd find inside. She'd lie saying she wasn't afraid but there was nothing she could do.
It was probably just a coincidence, she kept telling herself.
Jane was long gone by the time Maura unlocked her front door. She'd waited until Jane's car was out of sight. The case made them both forget about what happened earlier and it was now that Maura started to realize what they'd done and that she was aching to go back.
She was so exhausted that a part of her wanted to cry and the thought being back to the morgue in a few hours only didn't seem to appealing.
What the hell am I doing here? She asked herself when she stepped into her home. She didn't want to be alone in that house, not after everything that had happened. Not after... the kiss, she thought. She wanted to go back and she wanted to be with Jane. Just the thought of not falling asleep alone made her feel better. She was longing for Jane and for the safety of her presence. She didn't want to be in the house all alone.
She walked into her house; it was deadly silent and she was alert to everything that might be out of place. Her right hand suddenly touched the right side of her hip; something she hadn't done in ages and there was nothing to be found. Nothing that would protect her from anything.
Turn around and leave, she told herself but her feet kept moving.
She reached for the light switch but nothing happened. She tried it again, but it remained dark. She felt a chill running through her body.
This is not right, she thought and heard the blood rushing loudly in her ears. Unless everything that appeared to be reasonable to her, she walked to the adjoining room and tried to switch on the lights but nothing happened.
She might just check the fuses, maybe there was something wrong but she didn't dare going any further. She felt the tears burning in her eyes and although it made her feel stupid, she turned around and left the house. Her hands were still shaking when she sat in her car to get to Jane's apartment. She should've asked her to stay all along.
You should've told her the truth, a voice inside her head said.
She didn't feel any calmer by the time she stopped the car in front of Jane's house; she took a deep breath and reached for her bag and got out of the car. It wasn't that late yet and she just hoped that she wasn't asleep yet. As she walked up the stairs to Jane's apartment she felt the fatigue slowing her down the same way it did when they left the beach earlier. She was still pretty exhausted and felt worn out. She didn't have the strength to fight back her emotions, she felt the tears in her eyes and although she didn't want to cry, there was nothing she could do. It made her feel like a fool but she probably had no reason to cry but she couldn't help it.
It didn't take Jane long to open the door; she looked at her friend for a moment and their eyes locked. Jane stepped aside to let Maura in and closed her in her arms as soon as she'd closed the door.
1. Boston
2. Washington DC
3. Sunday
4. Someone Like You
5. Promises
x-posted on rizzoli_isles
Author: marciavandecamp
Shows: Rizzoli & Isles / NCIS
Characters: Kate/Tony, Maura/Jane
Rating: NC-17 (for the later chapters)
Chapter Six: Solace - The ladies realize that there's more to their feelings then the first want to admit but their time is cut short when they're called to another crime scene and the events leave Maura terrified when she gets home.
Words: 3044
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:
Jane was numbed; her blood was rushing through her veins at a rapid speed and she suddenly found it very hard to breathe. She couldn't think or move; she opened her eyes and looked at the woman in front of her. She didn't want to get out of the embrace; she wanted to keep Maura close and never let her go. It would've been one of these cheesy moments you'd find in a movie and Jane actually hated that, but she wasn't a stupid girl starring in a chick-flic.
The moment seemed perfect if it wasn't for the fact that Maura was crying and that there was something that suddenly made her feel very desperate. At first Jane didn't know what to do because Maura was always the one who had a reasonable solution for a problem but she appeared to be at a loss. Jane leaned into the embrace and felt Maura's head on her shoulder; she didn't want to let go. Her heart was still pounding in her chest, her lips burning from the touch of Maura's lips. She closed her eyes and savoured the moment for an instant before something disturbed the peaceful silence.
“Your phone...” Maura whispered and Jane a smile crossed Jane's lips when she spotted a few freckles on her friend's shoulders. She'd always considered them pretty cute. She'd tried to ignore it, dreading what the call would bring. It couldn't be a good thing.
“I don't want to...” Jane said and didn't move.
“It's Frost,” Maura reminded her and they both knew that something was going on. Jane and Frost were partners and got along quite well but their friendship didn't reach the stage of calling each other on a Sunday afternoon for no reason, yet. Of course Jane had recognized the ringtone immediately, announcing an incoming call by her partner.
Jane sighed. “Alright,” she said and got out of the embrace to answer her phone.
You certainly have the worst timing, she thought while she grabbed her bag.
Maura watched Jane for a second; a couple of hours earlier she'd thought that it was a mistake. Something she shouldn't do for her own good, and for Jane. It happened and she couldn't make it undone; she didn't want to. She'd lie saying it didn't concern her a little. It didn't confuse her any more, she was ready to deal with that though she had no idea if she'd be able to deal with what lay ahead. She was afraid that she'll hurt Jane sooner or later and that was the least thing she wanted though there might be nothing she could do about it. All she could do was hope that Jane will keep her promise. She got up, knowing that their quiet time was over.
“Rizzoli?” she answered her phone and turned around to see Maura walking toward her.
“Sorry to bother you,” he said.
“It's Sunday...” she complained.
“Tell that to the killer,” he said and Jane listened.
“What do you got?”
“Dead man on Washington Street,” he said. “Bring Dr. Isles along.”
For a moment she thought that she could hear him smiling.
How did he know?
Of course Maura would be there, but he knew her well enough to know that Maura was certainly around.
“Sure,” she simply answered and disconnected the call. Maura stood right in front of her; without a word Jane reached out and laid her hands on her hips, pulling her closer. Maura wasn't very resistant and laid her forehead against Jane's.
“We gotta go,” Jane said and sighed and softyl caressed Maura's left cheek.
“I know,” Maura whispered. “Don't tell me until we get there, I don't want to know it yet.”
“Are you okay?” Jane asked.
“Yes,” she answered. “For now, I am,” she said and smiled at Jane.
“Okay,” Jane answered. She knew that pushing it any further now wouldn't do them any good. She let go off Maura and they started putting on their clothes. Jane was tired; she didn't do much all day but being in the sun for hours could be very exhausting too. Her skin was still very warm from the sun and she knew that she wa lightly sunburned. All she wanted to do was go home, take a shower and pass out on the bed.
And I want Maura to be there, she thought.
They walked back through the water and Maura held out her hand before Jane had a chance to say anything when they climbed over the rock; Jane took it without a word and didn't let go entirely when they walked back to the car. Maura felt slowed down. She was relaxed and tired at the same time. The last thing she needed was a crime scene and a case that'll keep her from showering and sleeping a little before the weekend was over. She needed some quiet time; she needed to think and she needed a bit of solace. She wanted to be with Jane.
The drive to Washington Street was quiet and Jane wasn't sure if Maura was asleep or not but she didn't want to disturb her. She looked so peaceful when she was sleeping and Jane secretly admired her while she waited at a traffic light. She tried very hard to resist the urge to lean over and place a soft kiss on her lips. She bit her own lip and pushed that thought out of her mind.
Maybe later, she thought to herself and shook her head. She turned into Washington Street and spotted a couple of police cruisers and a few cops standing around. The scene was already secured by Boston PD. Jane parked the car at the side of the street and leaned back for a moment; Maura was still sleeping and Jane saw Korsak and Frost waiting for her. She turned her head to Maura.
What am I gonna do with you now? She asked herself. She couldn't just lean over and kiss her while everyone was watching. It wasn't any of their business and Jane actually had no idea where this was going, she didn't even know what was going on exactly. Despite that, it wasn't a thing Jane Rizzoli would do. No, it certainly wasn't.
She turned her head and laid her hand on Maura's to wake her gently.
“Hey,” Jane said softly and waited until Maura opened her yes. She was obviously a little confused.
God, that's so cute.
“Crime scene time,” Jane said quietly.
“Are we there already?” She asked and blinked a few times.
“Yes,” Jane said and laughed; she looked at their hands and Maura tightened her fingers around it, holding her hand for a moment.
“You ready?” Jane asked.
“No, but do I have a choice?” she wanted to know and Jane laughed. “I look totally messed up,” she said and caught a glance of her reflection in the rearview mirror.
“You look wonderful,” Jane said and Maura looked at her; Jane didn't know if she wanted to say something or if she was surprised but it was fine. “Let's go,” she said and Maura nodded.
As Jane got out of the car, she felt the early evening chill on her sunburned skin and shivered slightly.
“Where have you been?” Frost asked when he looked at the detective who was followed by Dr. Isles who was still dressed in a white beach dress. She looked absolutely gorgeous with her messy hair and Jane thought that none of the police officers standing around have ever seen Dr. Isles without her hair perfectly styled or her clothes matching perfectly.
Jane ignored his question and asked: “What happened?” while Maura walked past her to look at the corpse that was waiting for her a few inches ahead.
“Pedestrians found the body,” he said and pointed to an elderly man and woman; they were just being questioned by a police officer. “I don't know Jane,” he said and turned around to look at the body. “That seems a little weird...”
Maura agreed to what he was saying. She felt like having some kind of a déjà-vu while she was looking at the body.
Male. Obviously in his twenties. No ID yet.
She looked up in the direction of the street; the body was in perfect view for everyone to see. Everyone who walked by would've seen it but how come no one seemed to know anything? It wasn't even night-time yet and the street was fairly busy for a Sunday evening. Maura looked at a dark wound that might be a gunshot wound. I'll have that confirmed when I take a closer look at the morgue. There didn't seem to be anything odd about him, he didn't appear very remarkable. There were no other visible damages on his body. Except for the wound on his chest.
“What do you think?” Jane asked and crouched down next to the body and Maura looked up and shook her head without a word. “I don't know Jane,” she said. “I'd say that looks like a gunshot wound, but-”
“It is a gunshot wound, Maura,” Jane said.
“I'll have that confirmed later,” she answered.
“Alright.”
“This is the second person turning up dead just like that, no one saw anything, no one heard a thing...” Maura said more to herself. That usually wasn't her job.
“Yeah,” Jane agreed, regarding the body for a moment. Maura reached out, her gloved hand touching the man's wrist to turn it around. She'd been wanting to do that since she switched to doing her job a few minutes ago. She didn't want to see it, she knew what she'd find there but there was no way around it. She'd have to face it sooner or later.
Jane watched her expectantly and no one said a word when Maura turned the wrist and revealed a tattoo of a rose. The same rose that had been carelessly drawn on the wrist of the first victim.
“What the hell?” Jane asked and looked at Maura for an explanation but she didn't know more then the detective did.
“I don't like this, Jane,” she whispered and let go off his hand.
“Not at all,” Jane agreed and looked at Maura; she didn't face Jane and the sadness was back again. She might be good at hiding her emotions from other people but not from Jane. Was she just sad or was she worried? Jane didn't know but she knew that something was wrong. There was no proven connection between the two victims yet but Jane knew there was something about the whole thing that she didn't like. It seemed way too obvious.
Why the rose? She asked herself. Why would someone waste time with tattooing a dead guy. It surely wasn't for the fun.
Washington:
“I just don't get it,” Ziva said when Tony returned to his cubicle.
“What?” he wanted to know and sat down.
“What is it about that woman?” She asked. “Do you know who she is?”
She was talking about Kate. Or about Dr. Maura Isles better said. Ever since she found out that Tony had googled that woman she kept asking questions but much to his dismay Tony couldn't answer a single one of them. As much as he wanted to.
“No,” he answered. He wasn't in the mood for that kind of conversation.
“Aren't you curious?”
“Not as curious as you seem to be,” he answered; knowing that it wasn't entirely true. He was dying to know who that woman was but he wouldn't tell her so.
“I'm just sayin...”
“What?”
“That if there's someone turning up who looks like my dead colleague, I'd want to know,” she said and he raised an eyebrow at her.
“What am I supposed to do? Call her?” He asked and laughed. “That'd be a lovely phone call. I'm sorry, you look like my friend, unfortunately she was shot a couple of years ago. You don't happen to be her?” he said and leaned back in his chair.
“Why not?” she simply said and he knew she was actually serious.
“This is not the way we do it here,” he said. “That'd be kinda.... creepy,” he said. For one second, he considered this option but dropped it because it was ridiculous. What was he suppose to say? It's not like he had a chance to have a conversation about a case since they were working different departments and different jurisdications and it just wouldn't make any sense.
“What have you got?” Tony asked when Gibbs walked in; he was holding the same file that Tony already read.
“We've got nothing so far,” he admitted. “But they've got another dead one,” he said and held up the file.
Boston.
“Who's 'we'?” Ziva wanted to know.
Tony looked at his boss and no one said a word.
You haven't told her?
“Some colleagues in Boston,” he simply said without loosing Tony out of view.
“Why would we deal with their case?” she wanted to know and Gibbs gave her the same answer he gave Tony already.
“Because they have no idea what they're dealing with.”
“And... you really think they'll allow us to step in like that?” she asked.
“Of course not,” Gibbs said and Tony chuckled.
“Why bother then?”
“Because it will concern us pretty soon,” Gibbs said and sat down.
“What do you mean?” Tony asked this time.
Gibbs took his time with answering the question and took a mag out of one of his drawers and threw it to Tony who caught it just in time. It was the mag with the picture of... who exactly? He didn't really know.
He didn't say a word and just looked at his boss. What exactly was that supposed to mean? Did he really knew more already and just didn't bother with sharing?
“Did you talk to Abby?” Gibbs asked without looking up from his desk and Tony knew what he was talking about.
“No,” he said quietly. “I didn't say anything.”
Gibbs nodded and Tony knew her wouldn't share any more information by now.
“So, we're going to Boston?” Ziva wanted to know.
“Not yet,” Gibbs said. “But it won't take long.”
Boston:
By the time Jane dropped her off at her house she was deadly tired and terribly confused. She walked toward her front door, asking herself what she'd find inside. She'd lie saying she wasn't afraid but there was nothing she could do.
It was probably just a coincidence, she kept telling herself.
Jane was long gone by the time Maura unlocked her front door. She'd waited until Jane's car was out of sight. The case made them both forget about what happened earlier and it was now that Maura started to realize what they'd done and that she was aching to go back.
She was so exhausted that a part of her wanted to cry and the thought being back to the morgue in a few hours only didn't seem to appealing.
What the hell am I doing here? She asked herself when she stepped into her home. She didn't want to be alone in that house, not after everything that had happened. Not after... the kiss, she thought. She wanted to go back and she wanted to be with Jane. Just the thought of not falling asleep alone made her feel better. She was longing for Jane and for the safety of her presence. She didn't want to be in the house all alone.
She walked into her house; it was deadly silent and she was alert to everything that might be out of place. Her right hand suddenly touched the right side of her hip; something she hadn't done in ages and there was nothing to be found. Nothing that would protect her from anything.
Turn around and leave, she told herself but her feet kept moving.
She reached for the light switch but nothing happened. She tried it again, but it remained dark. She felt a chill running through her body.
This is not right, she thought and heard the blood rushing loudly in her ears. Unless everything that appeared to be reasonable to her, she walked to the adjoining room and tried to switch on the lights but nothing happened.
She might just check the fuses, maybe there was something wrong but she didn't dare going any further. She felt the tears burning in her eyes and although it made her feel stupid, she turned around and left the house. Her hands were still shaking when she sat in her car to get to Jane's apartment. She should've asked her to stay all along.
You should've told her the truth, a voice inside her head said.
She didn't feel any calmer by the time she stopped the car in front of Jane's house; she took a deep breath and reached for her bag and got out of the car. It wasn't that late yet and she just hoped that she wasn't asleep yet. As she walked up the stairs to Jane's apartment she felt the fatigue slowing her down the same way it did when they left the beach earlier. She was still pretty exhausted and felt worn out. She didn't have the strength to fight back her emotions, she felt the tears in her eyes and although she didn't want to cry, there was nothing she could do. It made her feel like a fool but she probably had no reason to cry but she couldn't help it.
It didn't take Jane long to open the door; she looked at her friend for a moment and their eyes locked. Jane stepped aside to let Maura in and closed her in her arms as soon as she'd closed the door.
1. Boston
2. Washington DC
3. Sunday
4. Someone Like You
5. Promises
x-posted on rizzoli_isles