This one is from Sympathy for the Devil. Not as timely as the others. Got a bit behind in keeping up with the episodes but now I'm up to date. More fic shall follow *g*
Title: Games We Play
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wolfie74
Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles
Characters: Jane Rizzoli, Maura Isles
Rating: PG, some could consider that there is subtext
Word Count : 722
Summary: Maura wondered what exactly they were playing at. Well besides Tiddlywinks.
Episode Outtake: Sympathy For The Devil
Note: I am lexdysic and have a VERY patient beta. My wife. Thankscat_77 :)
In no time in her life prior could you have convinced Maura Isles that she would be sitting in her best silk pajamas at 2am in the morning playing games with a very beautiful woman. Well, playing games with anyone for that matter.
As a child, Maura had never been inclined to play regular board games. Her parents did try to interest her in some of the games the other children in her age group played. The irritating buzz as her small fingers inevitably slipped while trying to pull out a rather inaccurate depiction of a human femur from a picture of a rather alcoholic looking bulbous-nosed man had not been one of the high points of her childhood to say the least. That the game also had the player "operate" by pulling a piece of plastic in the shape of a bucket out of the patient when it was much more likely that the underlying problem was a meniscus tear was frankly rather ludicrous.
Other games Maura was asked to join in, by her teachers and not her fellow students, at school seemed equally strange and uninteresting. The girls her age, even at boarding school, appeared to be quite content with the simplicity of Checkers, Chutes & Ladders, and the like. Her reactions and commentary were perhaps, now that Maura looked back on it, what had contributed to the other children calling her "Maur the borer". It still didn’t rhyme though.
Yet, here she was, years later, trying to play yet another game. Her companion had called it Tiddlywinks. Though Jane Rizzoli, 30 something and not someone Maura would think necessarily had a set of Ants in the Pants lying around, had been ingenious enough to use beer caps in place of the normal plastic disks. The size and shape of the cap made it slightly more difficult to get the “wink” into the paper cup Jane had placed on the counter between the two of them. It was however, eminently more fun than Maura remembered the game being when Jane would inevitably flip the "wink" backwards into her forehead.
Another yell from her opponent made Maura giggle. Jane had missed the cup by a wide margin, shooting the bottle cap up over Maura's shoulder to bounce somewhere onto the floor behind her. When Maura inquired as to Jane's actual skill set with this game she got a scowl and grumble in return. It made her want to reach out and soothe the dark hair off of Jane's brow. The detective could be so grumpy when something didn’t go her way the first time.
Instead, Maura placed her hand over her friend's and guided it to press down on the bottle cap "wink" that Jane was trying to flip in the cup. Both women watched as the cap flipped in a perfect arch to spin up and over the lip of the cup and land inside.
The coroner looked up from the mesmerizing move to make eye contact with Jane; their hands still resting together on the counter. Maura wondered what exactly they were playing at. Well besides Tiddlywinks.
The tableau lasted for what seemed like forever, but that view point was no doubt skewed given human beings penchant to overestimate time. Maura had a brief glimpse of Jane's sparkling eyes when the other woman jumped up and started hopping around chanting both of their last names.
"Why is your name before mine? Clearly I was the one who guided you to make the shot," Maura teased as Jane danced around her in some sort of victory jig.
"It's got to be Rizzoli and Isles, Maura," Jane said, enunciating their last names to make her point.
"But why? Who was assisting whom?" Maura tried not to become too dizzy as Jane spun her around. Though, if she could admit it the feeling was rather heady.
"’Cause I'm the one with the gun, silly!"
At that Maura laughed. As much for the simplicity of the statement as for the way her friend sounded so matter of fact. A logically erroneous fact, to be sure, but humorous none the less. Certainly, Maura thought, maybe all those other games weren’t half as much fun due to the company more than the game itself. Whatever games people played, it all boiled down to the players.
Title: Games We Play
Author:
wolfie74Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles
Characters: Jane Rizzoli, Maura Isles
Rating: PG, some could consider that there is subtext
Word Count : 722
Summary: Maura wondered what exactly they were playing at. Well besides Tiddlywinks.
Episode Outtake: Sympathy For The Devil
Note: I am lexdysic and have a VERY patient beta. My wife. Thanks
cat_77 :)In no time in her life prior could you have convinced Maura Isles that she would be sitting in her best silk pajamas at 2am in the morning playing games with a very beautiful woman. Well, playing games with anyone for that matter.
As a child, Maura had never been inclined to play regular board games. Her parents did try to interest her in some of the games the other children in her age group played. The irritating buzz as her small fingers inevitably slipped while trying to pull out a rather inaccurate depiction of a human femur from a picture of a rather alcoholic looking bulbous-nosed man had not been one of the high points of her childhood to say the least. That the game also had the player "operate" by pulling a piece of plastic in the shape of a bucket out of the patient when it was much more likely that the underlying problem was a meniscus tear was frankly rather ludicrous.
Other games Maura was asked to join in, by her teachers and not her fellow students, at school seemed equally strange and uninteresting. The girls her age, even at boarding school, appeared to be quite content with the simplicity of Checkers, Chutes & Ladders, and the like. Her reactions and commentary were perhaps, now that Maura looked back on it, what had contributed to the other children calling her "Maur the borer". It still didn’t rhyme though.
Yet, here she was, years later, trying to play yet another game. Her companion had called it Tiddlywinks. Though Jane Rizzoli, 30 something and not someone Maura would think necessarily had a set of Ants in the Pants lying around, had been ingenious enough to use beer caps in place of the normal plastic disks. The size and shape of the cap made it slightly more difficult to get the “wink” into the paper cup Jane had placed on the counter between the two of them. It was however, eminently more fun than Maura remembered the game being when Jane would inevitably flip the "wink" backwards into her forehead.
Another yell from her opponent made Maura giggle. Jane had missed the cup by a wide margin, shooting the bottle cap up over Maura's shoulder to bounce somewhere onto the floor behind her. When Maura inquired as to Jane's actual skill set with this game she got a scowl and grumble in return. It made her want to reach out and soothe the dark hair off of Jane's brow. The detective could be so grumpy when something didn’t go her way the first time.
Instead, Maura placed her hand over her friend's and guided it to press down on the bottle cap "wink" that Jane was trying to flip in the cup. Both women watched as the cap flipped in a perfect arch to spin up and over the lip of the cup and land inside.
The coroner looked up from the mesmerizing move to make eye contact with Jane; their hands still resting together on the counter. Maura wondered what exactly they were playing at. Well besides Tiddlywinks.
The tableau lasted for what seemed like forever, but that view point was no doubt skewed given human beings penchant to overestimate time. Maura had a brief glimpse of Jane's sparkling eyes when the other woman jumped up and started hopping around chanting both of their last names.
"Why is your name before mine? Clearly I was the one who guided you to make the shot," Maura teased as Jane danced around her in some sort of victory jig.
"It's got to be Rizzoli and Isles, Maura," Jane said, enunciating their last names to make her point.
"But why? Who was assisting whom?" Maura tried not to become too dizzy as Jane spun her around. Though, if she could admit it the feeling was rather heady.
"’Cause I'm the one with the gun, silly!"
At that Maura laughed. As much for the simplicity of the statement as for the way her friend sounded so matter of fact. A logically erroneous fact, to be sure, but humorous none the less. Certainly, Maura thought, maybe all those other games weren’t half as much fun due to the company more than the game itself. Whatever games people played, it all boiled down to the players.
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