Jane and Maura lay on their backs on Jane's bed staring at the ceiling. The events of the day going through their minds and they were completely submerged in their own thoughts.
After the argument/near brawl with Gail and the immediate humiliation that ensued, the remainder of the day was kind of fuzzy. Jane vaguely recalled her follow-up conversation with Gail and their rather smart decision to split up on following a couple of leads. They managed to avoid each other for the rest of the day.
Still, that did nothing for Jane's discomfort while sitting in the bullpen. She had spent years inside that room and up until today felt just as comfortable in there as she did in her own home. As a woman on the force, she had certainly taken her share of gags and pranks, but there was something about Gail's words that made her feel like she was the butt of some joke for years.
And to make it worse, it was not just from people like Crowe, who she would have expected it from – it was from her friends. For the first time since she could remember, she was uncomfortable with her colleagues.
"I'd really like to know what you are thinking," Jane said somberly.
"Well, I was thinking that I had intended to go shopping at one of my favorite boutiques because there was a sale, but it appears I am too late."
Jane sat up and looked down at Maura like she just told Jane she is a Yankees fan.
"Are you serious, Maura? That is what you were thinking about the entire time that we have been laying here? We are in the middle of a scandalous affair that we were not aware of - according to all of our colleagues - and you are thinking about shoes?" Jane was riled. Running her hands through her hair and shaking her head.
"I did think about it!" Maura said forcefully, before softly adding, "For a few minutes."
"A few minutes? I can't think of anything else. That damn Peck and her mouth. Rizzles and Cavenaugh. You coming in and telling everyone I was fighting with Peck over being sexually frustrated. That helped a lot - by the way - Maura. My partners are in on this. GAWD!"
"Jane, I am sorry that I thought you were fighting over being sexually frustrated. I just misunderstood what was going on. I am a little shocked and wonder why they are so convinced, but I am very sorry this is so upsetting to you," Maura said looking sad.
"You damn right, I'm upset! Nothing could be worse. Nothing," Jane said, her frustration reaching its peak.
Feeling dejected, Maura responded, "Wow. Well.. I didn't realize that the notion of being linked to me in a romantic way is the worst thing imaginable," Maura said softly as she rose from the bed. "Jane, I have to go."
Maura walked out of the bedroom heading for Jane's front door with Jane in hot pursuit.
"Wait, Maura. You know I didn't mean it like that. Please. I am sorry. That wasn't what I meant," Jane tried to reach for Maura's arm, but she gently pulled away.
"I know you didn't, Jane, but I still need to go. We leave for Toronto tomorrow. So at least you won't have to see those guys at the station for a while. Save you some of the embarrassment. Have a good night," and with that, Maura Isles was gone.
Jane sat on her couch and threw her head back against the cushion. How is possible that I could be such an asshole twice in one week?
With a deep sigh, Jane speaks to the ceiling, "If I keep this up, I may as well endorse my payroll check over to Marley's Flower Shop."
"Well done, Gail. If you were still worried about what Jane thinks about you, I think you can put your concern to rest. It is probably pretty obvious now."
"You weren't there, Holly. She was being a total bitch to me from the moment I walked in. I tried not to get into it with her, but she said that you being here with me was probably making me do a bad job because you are distracting me. It pissed me off, so I said what I said."
"Yeah, Gail, I get that. But, it really isn't okay that you said something about people thinking they are sleeping together."
"Oh, wait. She can say something about me and my girlfriend, but I can't say something to her? That hardly seems fair."
"Well, maybe it's not, but that really is the way it should have been. Gail - listen, honey. This life is still kind of new to you. I am not minimizing what you have been through by being with me, but you really kind of had an easy time coming out. Your family was fine with it. Well, at least Elaine didn't have you committed. Your co-workers were fine with it, except for the few you didn't really care about anyway."
"It really is not that simple for everyone, Gail. And there is kind of this unspoken rule that you never, ever "out" someone. It can cost them dearly, Gail. You really don't know Rizzoli or the people she works with. Did you see that small crucifix around her neck? Gail, there could be a lot of reasons she may not want to face her feelings about Maura if she has them, and they may not have anything to do with her being a coward. It doesn't matter that people already suspect it. We can't turn on people like us. And besides, we really don't know if it is true or not."
"But Holly, we have been betting on them admitting their feelings to us."
"I know, Gail. But we have kept that between us. We are not talking about them to other people."
"Fine. You're right. If I get the chance I will try to apologize for it. We are going to Toronto tomorrow; I will figure out some way to tell her. I am sorry about this, Holly. Did anything exciting happen to you today?"
Holly sighed. "Oh, just the usual."
"Hey Frankie, Come on in. What's up?" Jane says, surprised that her little brother is at her door so late.
"Just thought I would come by and see how you are doing after your big fight with Peck. Oh, and how is Maura? I have to say, if it weren't for the fact that it was about you, watching that argument between Maura and Dr. Stewart would have been a the funniest thing ever!"
Thoroughly confused, Jane asks, "What argument between Maura and Dr. Stewart?"
"Maura didn't tell you? I happened to be down in the morgue after your fight with Peck to ask questions about a case when they started arguing. Janie, I have never heard anything like it."
"Why? What do you mean?" Jane asks, fully invested in this story.
"Well…they're nerds! And they were…. fighting like nerds."
"Yeah! Dr. Stewart called you a "repressed tyrannical bigot." Maura clearly did not like Dr. Stewart saying that about you, so she responded that Officer Peck was "knuckle-dragging Neanderthal." It got worse from there. Janie, they said things to each other that I couldn't even understand. Some of it wasn't even in English. Latin, maybe? I almost started to laugh, but then I thought that both of these women work on dead people and have saws and stuff."
"Maura got into an argument with Dr. Stewart over me?" the thought of it making Jane smile even though she knew it shouldn't.
"You're surprised? She loves you, Janie. Hey, I gotta go. I'll see you when you get back from Toronto," Frankie said as he headed for the door.
"Hey Frankie, I need to know, did you know about the rumors about me and Maura?" Jane looked down at her feet. "Did you talk about us, too?"
"Jane," Frankie paused until Jane looked at him. "I would be dishonest if I said I never heard the rumors. And, I have been around for some Rizzles conversations with Frost and Korsak, but they legitimately think that you guys would make a cute couple. I never really participated in it. Honestly, I didn't get upset about it either. You want to know why? It's because if it's not true, then it doesn't really matter what anyone thinks. And if it is true, then it still doesn't matter what anyone thinks, and I would still have no reason to get upset. There would be nothing shameful about it. Love ya, Sis," and Frankie left.
Jane lay on her back staring up at the ceiling once more. This time trying to get a mental picture of Maura and Dr. Stewart arguing in the morgue. Maura stuck up for me. Maura got into a verbal altercation over me.
"Alright damnit, I am just gonna say it… that is pretty freaking hot!"