Title: The Beautiful Lie 1/?
Fandom: Rizzoli and Isles
Pairing: Jane Rizzoli/Maura Isles
Spoilers: No...not really
Rating: R to NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I'm just playing around with them for a while.
Summary: Jane has to deal with changes in Maura's life and her feelings surrounding them.
This one is an ongoing story. I'm posting the first 5 chapters to see if those on here are interested in more. It's a little darker a little more angst. It will still have humor sprinkled throughout. I can't help myself as you know. Remember, this relationship goes both ways. If I don't know you like it how will I know to keep doing it? It's only fair. Enjoy! Thank you and as always you can always buy my book Forever Mine on L-Book
The sound of the jukebox was muffled, but the whispers around them could be heard clearly. Still, at the moment, the outside world did not exist.
Jane peered into green eyes briefly. If she squinted, they could almost look similar to who she wanted, what she wanted dark blond hair and all. Needy hands snaked around her torso trying to pull her forward. Jane resisted. Roughly, she pushed the woman into the of the bathroom stall door hard enough to make it groan in protest.
The woman gasped as Jane nearly ripped the zipper from her jeans then moaned as her hand disappeared within. "I-I didn't know…it would be this hot…"
Jane closed her eyes as she was enveloped in wet heat.
The blond whimpered and continued as her body writhed. "With a woman."
Again, the blond pulled her closer, and this time Jane allowed it. She shivered as the woman's tongue left a wet trail from her throat to the dimple in her chin. "Maura."
The name filled the air around them. It was heavier than the smell of sex and cleaning products. The woman stopped cold - a hairs breath away from what was most likely to be a scorching kiss. "What did you just say?" She asked incredulously.
Well damn. "I'm sorry. Mary. I meant to say Mary." Jane's tone was sheepish, and she hoped that her expression said the same.
"That's not my name either." The blonde was indignant now. She pushed Jane away and adjusted her clothes with shaking hands.
God damnit I know it started with an M. "Misty?" Jane tried again and felt a pang of guilt as the woman's face darkened even more.
"Fuck you! You're worse than those assholes at the bar!" The door rattled as the blond pulled fruitlessly on it. "Shit!" The woman screamed.
Silently, Jane reached out and unlocked it.
Turning as she exited the stall, she yelled. "It's Michelle. Mi-chelle! Fucking dyke." Michelle swung the door so hard the entire stall rattled.
Jane cringed but exited with her head held high. She ignored the stares as she left the bathroom completely. A few seconds later, she slid back onto the bar stool and signaled for another beer. "You want one?" Jane asked her partner.
Frost held up the full bottle of Bud Light. "Just got a refill. I'm at my limit." He peered at her expectantly.
"That was a shitty time." Jane muttered as she took a long swig of her drink and tried vehemently to drown the darkness she could feel swimming up to meet her.
"Quick too. Need Viagra or did the straight girl—I don't know- realize she was straight?" He asked teasingly.
"Fuck. You." Jane answered.
"Nah, I don't like waiting in line."
Did he just… "Did you just call me a whore?" Jane felt her eyebrows creep toward her forehead.
"Hell no! I was just saying that not only do you have gay women lining up. You have now have straight girls too. No man can deal with that type of competition." Frost paused. "But if that's where your mind went…" His mouth twitched. "And to top things off this isn't even a gay bar."
"It's gay friendly."
"Then why am I here?"
"To live vicariously?" Jane smirked even though she didn't feel it.
Frost's gaze narrowed. "Careful, Rizzoli. I'm the designated driver. I'll leave your ass on somebody's curb."
"Whatever." Jane downed the rest of her beer with one long drink and signaled the bartender. He crouched to reach into the cooler. Jane shook her head.
"What can I get ya?" He asked.
"Whiskey. Leave the bottle." A good buzz just wouldn't do anymore.
Frost whistled. "I'd rather you just go find another straight girl to play with."
"This won't be as messy."
"But it'll be beating your ass in the morning."
"Well, I guess it's a good thing it's not your damn problem." Jane knocked back a very full glass of whiskey. It burned all the way down. It was cleansing in a way and it matched the burning ache she had been feeling for some time.
"What?" Jane could hear the worry in his voice. She didn't want it nor did she need it.
"You don't scare me. So don't even go there."
"Then say whatever the fuck you have to say."
"You've been a dick for over a month now, and I'm sure your liver is floating. I think I just figured out why."
Jane smiled, but it was nothing more than a bearing of teeth. I guess this is what I get for hanging out with a detective.
Obviously, Frost took that as a sign to continue. "Blonde hair? I'm betting she had green eyes too. At first, I thought you were just jealous, but nah. You're pissed about Maura but it's for a whole other reason."
Jane gulped back another drink. Then another, in hopes that the roaring in her head would block out his words.
"Considering what you're doing for her, I'm surprise she's able to put up with you."
Immediately getting defensive, Jane slurred. "I woul…I would never be mean…to her."
"That makes sense…now." Frost rubbed a hand over his face. "What are you gonna do?"
"Whatta..what do you mean?" Jane poured another whiskey, sloshing the contents onto unsteady hands.
Frost snatched the bottle from her. "You know what I mean."
"I don't…wanna talk bout this. Jus take me home." Jane stumbled as she tried to get up.
Grabbing her elbow, Frost steadied her. "Easy." He tried to catch her gaze.
Jane looked everywhere but.
"Jane, look at me."
Emotion clogged her throat as she continued to avoid eye contact.
"You're my best friend. You trust me with your life. I got your back here too. It's okay."
Jane sucked in a deep painful breath. "I dunno, okay. I have no fucking idea." She husked.
"Well, she's getting married in two months and you're her maid of honor. You're going to have to figure it out because this isn't working for you."
Jane leaned into him heavily. The words were like a cacophonous echo rattling around in her brain. "Take me home." She could hear the pain in her voice.
Frost reached into his pockets and threw some cash on the counter.
The ride to her house was silent punctuated only by the sound of passing cars and the low buzz of the radio. Jane peered out the window watching everything zip by her. Dizzy, she closed her eyes bringing memories that were nothing more than a painful tease. Breathing deeply, she tried to push them away along with the emotions sure to follow. Suddenly, she realized there was too much silence but knew there was nothing left to be said. "Turn up the radio." Jane whispered.
Jane sat heavily on her bed and attempted to kick off her shoes. Bleary eyed she peered up to see Frost leaning against the door frame.
"Need help?" He asked softly.
Without a word, he helped removed her shoes and watched as she scrambled into bed. He backed out of the room. "I'll be on the couch if you need me. I'm not leaving you alone tonight."
Jane turned her head away. She didn't want to be alone either.