Title: Falling, part 11/14
Author Name: Becominglight_2
Rating: M for adult themes, eventually NC-17
Category: Romance, Angst
Pairing: Jane/ Maura
Summary: It’s scary, it’s new, but Jane is compelled to action. Could it be she’s falling in love? (that would be a yes.)
Spoilers: All of Season 1
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. Shame – because I love them! I make no profit from this, so please don’t sue…
Author’s Notes: Rizzoli and Isles rock and I’m dabbling in Fanfiction writing. This is my version of how our lovely ladies get together…
It’s 7pm when Maura walks through the door. She’s dressed beautifully, as ever, in grey raw silk dress and a matching cardigan, her heels clicking on the lenolium floor. She smiles at me and then acknowledges my parents who are sitting nearby.
“Mr and Mrs Rizzoli.”
She comes to me and drops a kiss on my forehead.
“You’re awake!” She smiles and then she pulls a container from a bag and puts in on my dinner tray. “Soup. Rich in essential vitamins and minerals to get you healthy and on your feet again.”
“Would you like some too, Mr Rizzoli? Mrs Rizzoli? I’ve made enough for all of us.”
“Thank-you, no” They say. I’m pretty sure Ma is watching us like a hawk, it’s the first time she’s seen us together since my little revelation. Maura’s pulling up a chair, scanning my charts and when she’s done I hold out my hand for hers and she interlaces our fingers.
“How are you?”
“You’re body has suffered severe trauma but you look to be recovering very well.”
“I’m just glad Frankie is alright. Thank-you for saving him.”
“It was luck that I didn’t do anything to harm him.”
“No” I admonish gently, “Luck had nothing to do with it. You’re a brilliant doctor. I trust you completely.”
Over in the other bed, Frankie is stirring. He’s been drifting in and out of consciousness, his injuries more severe than mine. Ma and Pa abandon their not so subtle observation of us to attend to him. Maura pulls out a spoon and wiggles it.
“You hungry now? I only just finished making it, it should still be warm.”
“You made this?”
“Yes. It was the only way to ensure organic produce without preservatives or additives.”
I laugh and quickly regret it when pain shoots up from my wound. Maura opens the lid and dips the spoon in.
“Woah!” I say when I see her bringing the utensil to my lips. “I can feed myself!” I lift my right arm and quickly switch to my left. I feel a little clumsy but start to eat.
“Wow, this is amazing.” It was.
“I’m glad you like it.”
Maura’s watching me.
“Stop looking.” I say after a few awkward spoonfuls, “It’s annoying.” I’m weak and not accustomed to eating with my left hand so I’m barely doing a passable job. Her eyes on me are not helping.
“You have a bit of soup on your chin.” She says, produces a napkin and leans in to wipe it off.
“Maura!” I take the napkin off her and begin to wipe the offending mark myself, perhaps a little too vigorously because I feel the blood rush from my face and I have to lay back against my pillows and take a deep breath.
“I’m sorry. I’m being a bitch.”
“It’s okay. You’re hurt and you don’t like to feel weak.” Funny how the truth rankles, so I scowl and Maura gets this soft, warm look in her eyes. She takes my hand.
“What were you thinking?” she asks quietly.
“I was afraid for Frankie.”
“So you shot yourself?”
It does seem a little overkill now but at the time I’d felt desperate. My little brother lay on the cold, hard, metal autopsy table dying from internal bleeding. The Police station was crawling with who knew how many bad guys, every second was critical
“Yeah, well Frankie can’t say I don’t do anything for him now.” I’m trying to deflect because I can feel myself getting emotional but Maura’s not taking the bait. She squeezes my hand. “You scared me, Jane. Really scared me.” The tears are welling. I’m used to Ma crying but when it’s Maura, it’s too much.
“Hey! Don’t cry.” I say but they come anyway and I wipe them away with my fingertips.
“Well, we’re off!” Ma says sidling up and making me jump as I pull my finger hastily away.
“Ow!” I groan weakly.
Ma and Pa kiss me goodbye and promise to be by early tomorrow before Pa has to go to work. Frankie, conscious for only a few moments, is asleep again so it’s just the two of us.
“How are you?” I ask Maura. “After what happened?”
She smiles weakly. “I’m fine.”
“Uh, Maura, You’re not, I can see it. Tell me.”
“Bass is better!” she diverts, “He’s eating organic lettuce and strawberries again.”
“It’s nothing really.”
“Maura, please, don’t shut me out.” I plead earnestly and I can see her resolve breaking. “Talk to me.”
“It’s just some mild symptoms of post-traumatic stress,” she says after a moment, “ the councellor has said it’s very common in hostage situations and it’ll probably pass in a few weeks.”
Later, at my apartment she will tell me that she’s been afraid to sleep alone in her apartment because between this and the case involving her biological family, she feels that nothing in her world is safe anymore. It scares her.
“You know you can talk to me, right?”
I can see she understands what I’m getting at. She stiffens a little, her eyes glaze over.
“Not now, Jane.” She says and goes to her bag.
I watch her. I want to have this conversations, I’m just too tired to insist. She pulls out a tracksuit and goes to change in the bathroom.
“You going to sleep here?” I ask.
“That is incredibly sweet of you, but from what Ma has told me you’ve stayed here every night and you need to sleep in a proper bed.”
Maura shakes her head “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Maura…how are you even allowed in here?”
“I got Korsak to flash his badge and don’t argue, I’m staying.” She’s quite adamant and I see that it’s going to take more energy than I have to convince her otherwise. To be honest the thought of her here makes me feel warm inside.
I’m starting to feel sleepy and must have drifted off because when I awake it’s dark outside and Maura is in the hospital chair with a blanket on her, some medical journal fallen to the side. I whisper to her and she stirs. I open up the blanket of my bed and, after a moment of hesitation, she crawls in tucking her petite frame against me, careful not to disturb my bandage. Not the setting I imagined for when we woke up in each other’s arms for the first time, but the sensation of her all limp and sleepy against me comforts me, leaves me drifting off with a smile on my face.
- Rizzoli & Isles Fanfic: "Falling", Maura/Jane, 11/14, M