RIZZOLI & ISLES

Jane Rizzoli: Porn Star

Sapphire Smoke – cuzimastripper

Title: Jane Rizzoli: Porn Star

Author: Sapphire Smoke – cuzimastripper

Beta(s): tamswitter

Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles

Rating: NC–17 (for future chapters)

Pairing: Jane/Maura

Length Thus Far: 3,278 words

Summary: Jane Rizzoli is a Homicide Detective, not a Porn Star. Damnit.

A/N: Random story idea that popped into my head. Not planning on it being very long, but the updates between chapters may be some time since I’m still writing “You’re My First, My Last, My Everything” and would like to finish that up soon. But this helped when I was having writer’s block with that :)

A/N #2: I was just informed Jane never went to college. Er, I forgot that bit. Let’s just pretend she did, okay? Suspension of disbelief lol. Call it AU if you want, I don’t care xD

PART ONE

CHAPTER ONE

The Internet Is For Porn

“You should probably sit down.”

Maura Isles looks up at her friend, who seems to be getting more perplexed by the minute from Maura’s evasive replies to her repetitive question of “What?” that is continuously being left unanswered. Maura called her about a half hour ago, out of breath and anxious as she requested Jane come over to her apartment immediately. Jane, assuming the worst, barely had time to put on shoes before running out the door at full speed, tripping over Joe Friday on the way. But now, seeing that Maura’s okay, and still not hearing an answer as to why she ran a red light and clipped a curb, she was starting to get agitated.

“What, Maura? Jesus, will you just tell me?” Jane requests loudly, frazzled as she plops down in the seat Maura designated for her, knowing that Maura won’t begin to explain to her until all her demands are met. She runs her fingers through her hair and lets out a breath, willing herself to have patience and to not get too upset with her friend over practically giving her a heart attack at a very young age. She knows how Maura is though, and she knows she doesn’t get upset over just anything.

Maura looks at Jane and then back to her laptop before running her sweaty palms against her pants. She’s nervous. She knows how Jane has a tendency to react and more than likely she’s going to have one that borders on catastrophic after she tells her what she found. Her fingers drum against her knee as she looks back at her friend and requests in the calmest voice she can manage, “Jane, I want you to promise me that you won’t freak out.”

Jane looks at her like she’s gone insane. “Are you kidding me with this? Is that supposed to make me feel better? Just tell me!” She’s getting nervous now. She hates when bad news is prolonged like this and opening with ‘promise you won’t freak out’ doesn’t exactly build confidence. A million scenarios are going through her head, each as unlikely as the last but still making her grow increasingly paranoid.

Maura wrinkles her face in distaste at being snapped at, but takes a breath as she looks back at her laptop. She knows she needs to tell her at some point, and preferably before Jane takes off her head out of impatience. “I… I found a video of you this morning,” she tells her, then looks at Jane out of the corner of her eye, gauging her reaction. “Online.”

Jane blinks, trying to process that information. At first she didn’t understand what Maura could be referring to, then her eyes go wide as she remember. “What – oh. Wait, are you telling me you’ve only just seen that now?” Jane asks, laughing. “Jesus Christ, Maur, you almost give me a heart attack over that? That shit’s been going around the precinct since it got put up last year.”

Maura blinks. “Excuse me?” How can Jane be so casual about the entire Boston Police Department seeing something like this? Maura isn’t a prude, quite the opposite actually, but if she had found a video of herself like this online she’s sure she’d have a minor heart attack. She has a reputation to uphold. They both do. At least, that’s what she thought. Now she’s not so sure. She’s looking at Jane like she doesn’t know who she is anymore.

“Yeah, I can’t believe no one sent that to you. I mean, you were there so you’d know anyway, but–”

Maura looks perplexed now. She was there? No, she wasn’t. She’d definitely remember something like that. They… oh.

They’re not talking about the same thing.

“–it’s not like it was a huge deal. Remember when that asshole had a camera in my face when we were in the middle of trying to process a crime scene? He was interfering in our investigation; so pretty damn sure I was justified. Besides–”

“Jane, Jane,” Maura stops her, waving her hands in front of her erratically. “We’re not talking about the same thing.”

Jane looks at her confused. “Wait, you’re not talking about the ‘BUTCH COP THROWS BITCH FIT’ video on YouTube?” She was sure that was what she was talking about. She had tried to get the website to take it down after Crowe saw it and forwarded it to almost everyone in the precinct, but something about the first amendment and the fact that the guy didn’t actually film any of the crime scene, only her, allowed the unfortunate video of her screaming at the guy and pushing the camera in his face unable to be taken down.

But that’s the only video of her online, isn’t it?

“Then what are you talking about?” Jane asks, her voice getting softer as she gets a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Whatever it is, she knows it’s not good by the way Maura’s looking at her, and how the medical examiner keeps fidgeting every couple of seconds in her seat. Maura only fidgets when she’s nervous. “Maura, tell me,” Jane pleads, her voice dead serious.

Maura chews on her bottom lip before turning back to her laptop. She pauses for a moment, already worried about how this is going to play out. But Jane is her friend and has the right to know. She needs to know. So she takes a breath, hoping Jane won’t have a coronary when she realizes what it is, and clicks play on the video.

When Maura turns the laptop to face Jane, the detective is sure all the blood drained from her face. She recognizes immediately what it is. Her heart starts beating erratically and she wishes she could move but she feels frozen in spot as she watches one of her intimate encounters being played back to her on Maura’s computer. Her breathing shallows a bit before she whispers, “Oh my god.” Then something in her snaps and she jumps up, the chair she was previously in clattering to the ground, as she slams the laptop closed. Maura jumps from the sound. “Oh my god, where the fuck did you find that?!” Jane screams, now wishing she didn’t stand up because she’s sure she’s about to pass out.

“Jane, Jane!” Maura tries, worry crossing her face as she watches Jane look unsteady on her feet. She gets up, trying to make her way over to her to steady her friend, but Jane backs away from her, warding her off with her hands. “Jane, you have to breathe. You’re starting to show the signs of an on setting panic attack,” Maura tells her hastily, trying to calm her down.

“THERE’S A VIDEO OF ME HAVING SEX ON THE INTERNET, MAURA!” Jane screams, pointing erratically at the laptop. She’s breathing heavily, yet shallowly. “How the hell am I supposed to react?!”

She can’t deal with this right now, she just can’t. God only knows how many people have seen that video. If Maura found the video, there’s no telling who else has. This could jeopardize her career. No one wants to have a cop on their payroll that’s had their ‘bottom line’ shown to half the fucking world. Not to mention in the video she’s not even with a man, she’s with a woman. This has scandal written all over it and she… she can’t lose her career over something like this. It was so freaking long ago!

“Jane, please,” Maura tries, finally being able to get her hands on her friend without being pushed away. She holds Jane’s arms firmly, backing her up a couple of steps and then guiding her to sit on her couch. She sits next to her, grasping her hands so she can at least signify to Jane that she isn’t going anywhere. She looks her in the eyes and tells her, “You have to breathe for me. Please. Just do that for a second, okay? Then we’ll talk.”

But Jane has gone from freaked out to fuming rage in a span of three seconds. “I don’t wanna talk. I need to find Gabby and kick her fucking ass from here to Worcester,” she says as she tries to stand up, ready to blaze a warpath through this city just to get to her target. But Maura grabs her arm and pulls her back down on the couch hard.

“No, Jane, you need to calm down,” Maura tells her, knowing exactly what that look is in Jane’s eye. She’s not about to let her out of her sight until she starts thinking rationally. She knows she’s upset, she would be too if it were her in that video, but the way Jane is; she’ll kick ass and ask questions later and that can get her into some serious trouble. Jane’s the hot headed one, and while Maura isn’t exactly thrilled to have this conversation either (mostly due to the fact she’s sure at one point Jane will ask how she even found the video in the first place), she knows she needs to be levelheaded and rational for the both of them. And the rational thing to do right now is talk.

“The bitch put our sex tape online!” Jane hollers, pointing outside, indicating said bitch who’s roaming around not realizing how much pain she’s about to be in for. “And you want me to calm down?” She loves Maura, she does, but sometimes she really does wonder if she’s a cyborg. How could anyone possibly manage to be calm when something like this happens? She could lose her job!

“Yes!” Maura exclaims, trying to get her point across that Jane’s career isn’t in any immediate danger. “Jane, you never see your face! Your name is nowhere to be found in the description, okay? The only thing it says is ‘Me Fucking My College Roommate’. So just breathe!” Her eyes search Jane’s wildly, trying to get her to understand that if anyone but her saw the video, they probably wouldn’t even recognize that it was Jane in the first place.

Maura watches her friend blink a couple times, as if trying to process the information she was just given. Then she watches her take a much needed breath and it allows Maura to do the same as she watches Jane calm herself a little.

But Jane still can’t seem to focus on what’s really important either. She just murmurs in a detached voice, “’Me Fucking My College Roommate?’ What a bitch.”

She wasn’t just her roommate; her and Gabby had dated for six months. Jane inhales, putting her elbows on her knees as she covers her face with her hands before letting out the breath as she runs her hands through her hair. Fuck. This is bad. Not as bad as she had originally thought, but still bad.

She feels so violated right now.

Maura looks at her friend before she puts a hand on her knee to comfort her. She can’t even begin to imagine how Jane feels right now. If she was just outed with a sex tape that could ruin her career, she’d probably barricade herself in her apartment and never come out. That’s too much stress for one person to handle at once. “I know this probably isn’t going to help much with anything you’re going through right now,” Maura starts, trying to be a good friend. “But if it makes you feel any better, I’m okay about you being attracted to women. It’s understandable.”

Jane looks over at Maura’s serious face and can’t help but let out a small laugh at it, probably to break the tension more than anything. She’s already put two and two together on that front and moved way past that to more important things; like trying to calm herself down enough so she can find Gabby and demand the video be taken down. “Yeah, I figured as much since you were the one watching lesbian porn,” Jane tells her, unable to refrain from giving her a smirk that widens as Maura’s cheeks turn a bit pink.

“Lesbian porn is very erotic,” Maura defends firmly. “Studies have shown that bisexuality is 72% more likely to be present in women than in men, and that even women who identify as completely straight, when presented with a naked woman versus a naked man, became more aroused by the sight of the female form,” Maura explains, trying not to be embarrassed as she confirms one of her secret indulgences in her backwards, fact telling way.

Yes, that really is how Maura Isles finally tells her best friend that she’s bi–curious. Then again, when put up against Jane’s bisexuality being outed in the fashion that is was, hers paled in comparison.

But Maura knows she shouldn’t be embarrassed. At least not over that; a lot of women at one point in their lives have had fantasies about other women, and Jane clearly isn’t going to judge her on hers. However, if Jane knew that she continued to masturbate more enthusiastically after she realized it was her in the video… well, that would be embarrassing. It would also open up a whole new set of questions about their relationship that neither of them would be able to handle going into at the moment. There’s already enough going on.

Jane wishes she could continue to tease Maura more, she always loves it when Maura gets flustered and then throws facts at her to cover up her embarrassment, but she couldn’t focus on that. She couldn’t even focus on the realization that Maura’s not as straight as she once seemed either. Right now, all that went on the backburner as the image of that video played over and over in the forefront mind.

“Jesus,” she murmurs, “There’s porn of me on the fucking internet.” She rubs her temples, trying to dull the forthcoming migraine as she laughs at the absurdity of that sentence and how she never thought she’d ever say something like that in her life. When she quiets down, she shakes her head and asks Maura, “How did you know it was me if you couldn’t see my face?”

“Your birthmark,” Maura answers softly, wringing her hands together.

Jane looks over at her and then subconsciously touches the mark on her lower left hip. “You’ve seen it?” she asks, surprised. It’s not exactly in the most visible place.

“When you were getting changed in the dressing room of the boutique,” Maura tells her, her eyes landing on the spot where Jane is touching over her clothes. Her eyes snap back up to look at her face as she presses, “Remember? You pulled me inside when you were only in your underwear and ranted about how you weren’t going to try on the dress I picked out for you.”

“Oh,” Jane says, remembering. She makes a face of distaste, “Yeah, well, that dress was ugly.” She wouldn’t be caught dead in that thing even if Maura paid her.

Maura’s mouth drops open, “It wasn’t ugly! Jane, it was a classic. You–”

“Maura,” Jane says flatly, looking over at her friend. “You just saw my pussy in explicit detail, so can you quit with the dress thing? It was ugly. Story; end of.” Maura flushes at Jane’s graphic word for her female anatomy, though mostly because she’s never heard Jane use the word before and it sounded kind of… well, sexy, coming out of her mouth.

That can’t be good.

“Fuck,” Jane says suddenly, groaning as she puts her head in her hands. She’s surprised Maura hasn’t chided her on her language yet, but she’s glad. Out of all of her reasons to have a mouth like a sailor, this one’s gotta be the best one she’s had yet. “Crap, what site was it on?” she asks, suddenly realizing she should probably know this detail as she looks up at her, putting her second breakdown on hold.

“XTube,” Maura tells her.

“You watch XTube?” Jane asks, making a face and once again focusing on a different point rather than look at the full picture. Maura doesn’t understand why she’s looking at her like that. “Sorry, you just seem like you’d buy all those expensive interactive porn DVDs and shit, not watch free crap people upload.”

“It wasn’t free,” Maura tells her, not sure if she should be offended or not. “And why does it matter what kind of erotic entertainment I view?” Sometimes she enjoys amateur porn more than professionally done porn because it has more of a sense of realism; is that so wrong?

“It… doesn’t. I don’t know. I was just thinking. Avoiding,” Jane says, rubbing her temple again. Her headache is starting to spread to her left eye. She feels it involuntary twitch and she slaps her hand over it. Maura raises an eyebrow at her and Jane sighs.

“I need to get out of here; I need to go find her. I’m not gonna be able to fuckin’ sleep until that crap is taken down.”

“Who is she, Jane?” Maura asks just as Jane gets off of the couch. The brunette waves her hand, like she’s dismissing something that shouldn’t even be relevant anymore. Yet it is, significantly.

“Gabby; my girlfriend when I was a freshman in college,” she tells, anger in her voice just from hearing her name said out loud, as she picks up her coat. But she stops before she puts it on, feeling Maura’s eyes on her. She looks over her shoulder to see her friend pleading with her to not go just yet. Somewhere in her she knows Maura’s right, that she’s sure that the sight of Gabby’s face will probably allow her body to react in a shit way by punching her right in the face. But God, did she really want to do that. Seriously, what gave her any right…?

“Jane,” Maura says softly, coaxingly. She knows she doesn’t have to say anymore than that. She can already tell Jane knows what she’s requesting. Jane chews on her bottom lip before relenting as she throws her coat across the room violently before sitting heavily on the couch.

“This is bullshit,” she tells Maura. “I’m a Homicide Detective, not a goddamn porn star. She didn’t have any fucking right to do this to me. It’s not just her in the video!”

“I know,” Maura says soothingly, putting her hand on Jane’s. Jane feels the warmth spread through her fingertips and she looks down at her friend’s hand on hers, then back up to her face. Maura always did have a way to make her feel calmer, even just from one touch. She takes a breath and Maura watches her before she says, “And after you’ve calmed down I’ll help you locate her so you can get it taken down, alright? I promise.”

Jane looks at her best friend, thankful that after seeing something like that that she didn’t run away from her. But then something hits her, something that she probably should have connected way before now, but didn’t realize the implications of because she was too busy freaking out that the video even existed:

Maura Isles, her best friend; frankly her everything if she’s to be honest, just watched her have crazy, passionate, wild, borderline fetish–like sex with another woman.

Oh.

My.

God.

A new, strong wave of embarrassment hits Jane and she just wants to die where she sits. Of everyone it could have been, why did it have to be Maura?

TBC…