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23 July 2012 @ 09:52 pm
Fic - Mostly Fixed (Rizzoli & Isles)  

Title: Mostly Fixed

Author: cj2017               

Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles

Rating: PG-13

Category: Tag to 3X07.

Word Count: About 2,500

Notes: I really wasn’t going to tag this one, and then I went and did. Contains references to adult themes.

Thanks and love to feroxargentea for a brilliant beta, and for managing not to drop the laptop in the bath. Love also to laurel_hardy for giving it the American once-over, and me the push I needed to actually post. Any remaining mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer: Don’t own a thing. Please don’t sue me.



***

Mostly Fixed

***

               2.30 a.m.

               Jane had lied: the outfit hadn’t been the worst part. Maura had seen straight through her, of course, but had willingly played along for those three desperate minutes of glibness and attempting to laugh it off. It was always destined to end in failure, though. Jane broke first, setting her beer down on the table and huddling beneath the blanket. She could feel Maura waiting for her to say something. She stared resolutely at the wall instead, trying not to breathe, sure that her outrage and misery would come screaming out if she opened her mouth, or moved, or did anything at all.

               “Jane.”

               She shook her head and despite her best intentions, a sob slipped free. She clamped her teeth together so viciously it made her jaw ache.

               “Jane, don’t.” The break in Maura’s voice reminded Jane that she wasn’t the only one who was suffering. Maura had watched, she had seen. They had all fucking seen everything.

***

               11.26 p.m.

               “I don’t need the hospital, I’m fine.” Jane lurched off the bed and pushed past Korsak and Frost into a dining room that smelled of lasagna and garlic bread. She made it as far as the edge of the sofa before her legs remembered they had been bound to a bed for hours and her stomach started to rebel against whatever Dominick had used to sedate her.

               “No, she’s puking,” she heard Korsak say on the phone, as she retched and gagged and dug her fingers into the carpet. “Yeah, doc, I already told her that.”

               “Tell her I’m fine,” Jane said. With an effort she pulled herself up onto the sofa.

               “She’s meeting us at the hospital.” Korsak had pointedly ended the call without passing on Jane’s message. He hovered close by, careful not to crowd her or touch her. “You want me to drive you over there?”

               She watched the blood from her mangled wrists streak down her arms.

               “Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, but just you.”

***

11.50 p.m.

               For a woman who only a few weeks ago had feared a jail sentence for tagging, Maura’s disregard for every posted speed limit en route to the hospital was nothing less than flagrant. So flagrant, she had plenty of time to warn the Emergency Department staff of Jane’s condition and to ensure that an exam cubicle and a female doctor would be available. Being Chief Medical Examiner didn’t come with an awful lot of perks, but a good working relationship with most of the doctors in the E.D. was one of them.

               Possibly out of deference to his passenger, Korsak’s arrival in the drop-off bay was slightly more sedate than Maura’s. By the time he jogged around to open Jane’s door for her, she had already gotten out of the car. It had started to rain; she was barefoot but seemed oblivious to the puddle she was standing in.

               “I’ll take her inside, Sergeant,” Maura told him, and Jane’s head shot up at the sound of her voice.

               “I’m okay. It’s late, Maura,” she said. “You don’t need...” Her protest trailed off as Maura held out a hand. She clutched onto it as if she were drowning.

               “Let’s get you out of the rain.” Maura led her gently across to the ambulance entrance and tapped in the code on the keypad.

               “Sneaky,” Jane muttered, watching the doors open. Maura didn’t have the heart to tell her that she had memorized the numbers on the day Jane had shot herself.

               The cubicle toward the rear of the department was still empty, with a gown and a blanket laid out in readiness.

               “Do you want me to leave while you change?” Maura asked, then watched, horrified, as all the color drained from Jane’s face and she started to sweat. “Oh God, sit down. Bend your head low.” She knelt in front of Jane and took both of her hands.

It was a while before Jane was steady enough to look up.

               “He undressed me,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and barely audible. “He knocked me out, and when I came to, I was wearing these. I don’t know what else he did, Maura.” She shook her head. “I can’t feel…I would be able to feel, if he had. Wouldn’t I?”

               “Yes,” Maura said, as firmly as she could. “I think you would.”

               “He left my underwear on,” Jane said. “First thing I did when I stopped puking was check that.”

               “That’s good.” Maura stroked Jane’s hair away from her forehead and pressed a kiss there, before reaching for the gown. “Will you let me help you?”

               “Please.” Jane displayed her swollen fingers. “Trust that prick to choose something with a hundred buttons.”

               It was by no means the first time Maura had undressed her, but never under such circumstances, and she hoped it would never be like this again. Dominick might have watched Jane and obsessed over her, but he certainly hadn’t understood her; the clothes he had forced her to wear were as far removed from her taste as it was possible to get. Maura unfastened the buttons quickly and pushed the blouse back on Jane’s shoulders. She took a relieved breath. The bra Jane was wearing was the same one she had put on that morning.

               “Am I okay to take this off?”

               Jane nodded and turned around to make things easier. The skin of her torso was flawless; no bruises or bites, nor any other marks to suggest she had been molested. She threaded her arms into the gown that Maura held out for her, and then wriggled out of the rest of her clothes. When she was done, she leaned her head on Maura’s shoulder.

               “Shall we get this over with?” Maura asked, and felt Jane nod against her cheek.

***

               The phone call came as Maura paced outside Jane’s cubicle. In clipped sentences, Frost told her of Dominick’s vehement protestations: that he hadn’t touched Jane, he wouldn’t have done that, he wasn’t that kind of man. Five minutes later, and Maura couldn’t remember her exact response, though she vaguely recalled the use of several four-letter words and she could still feel her hand throbbing where she had uncharacteristically smacked it against the wall. Frost had hung up, leaving her to resume pacing. He had obviously meant well, but the call changed nothing; her faith remained firmly in science and medicine, not in the word of a delusional psychotic whom she had watched touch Jane repeatedly.

The door to the cubicle opened and a nurse walked out, her hands full of evidence bags and samples. The doctor followed shortly afterward.

               “She’s asking for you, Doctor Isles.”

               Maura nodded, but her feet felt rooted to the spot. “Is she…? Did he…?”

               “She’s fine, and no, he didn’t,” the doctor said. “She needed a couple of sutures in each wrist and she has a hangover from whatever sedative he gave her, but you can take her home.”

               “Thank you.” Unable to find a Kleenex, she dabbed her eyes dry with her sleeve and then looked up at the doctor. “Will she be able to tell?” she asked, touching her face tentatively, trying to decide whether she needed to go to the washroom first.

               “No.” The doctor’s tired face lit up with a smile. “She’d never guess.”

               It was probably a lie, but Maura thanked her again and tapped lightly on the cubicle door.

***

               The doctor had brought Jane a set of scrubs to change into, but hadn’t thought to ask whether she was capable of undressing herself. She wasn’t. The abused muscles in her arms had stiffened to the point where moving them was agonizing and there was no way she could unfasten the gown. She left the blanket where it lay across her knees and perched on the edge of the bed to wait for Maura. The soft knock on the door came seconds later.

               “Hey.” She gave Maura a small wave and then winced, remembering that that wasn’t such a good idea.

               “Hey,” Maura said. Her heels rapped on the tiles as she hurried over, but there was nothing hurried about the way she played her fingers across the back of Jane’s neck. Jane sighed and pushed into her touch.

               “Feel like someone took a fucking tire iron to me,” she admitted. She had asked the doctor to give Maura the results of the rape kit, and the sight of Maura’s reddened eyes made her want to avoid the subject.

               “You’re going to be sore,” Maura said, “bound like that for hours.” Jane felt Maura’s hand twitch as she shuddered. “Do you want to go home in that gown?”

               “Not particularly.”

               “What if I help you put the scrubs pants on?”

               Jane gave the compromise due consideration and then nodded slowly. “Yeah, that’ll work.”

***

1.30 a.m.

               “Bath or shower?” Maura asked, as she unlocked her front door.

               Jane answered without hesitation. “Both.”

               They headed straight for the bathroom, where Jane immediately went to brush her teeth, ridding herself of the taste of vomit and whatever cologne or mouthwash Dominick had used. The skin around her mouth felt tender, and a sudden memory of his beard scraping against her face almost made her sick again. She spat convulsively into the sink, then scrubbed and spat some more, only stopping when she felt Maura’s cool fingers on her own, carefully prying the brush from them.

               “Come here, sweetheart.”

               Maura covered the bandages on Jane’s wrists with Saran Wrap and unfastened the tie on the back of her gown.

               “Can you manage the rest?”

               Jane nodded and kicked out of the scrubs as Maura undressed herself. The shower was already running, steam filling the bathroom as the water quickly heated. Maura kept to one side of the stall, leaving space for Jane to stand fully beneath the spray, and only moving over when Jane carefully lifted her arms and beckoned her forward. For a long moment, they simply held each other, letting the water pound against them. Jane could easily have stayed there all night, but Maura, ever practical, pulled away slightly and looked at her.

               “If I’m going to wash your hair for you,” she said, blinking water from her eyes, “it might be more comfortable if you kneel down.”

               On any other occasion, Jane would have teased her for such a suggestion. Tonight, she merely sat on the floor of the shower and bowed her head. She smelled something sweet and fruity—apple shampoo, she guessed—and then she felt Maura’s fingers work their way into the tangle of her hair. Suddenly weary beyond belief, she closed her eyes, concentrating only on what Maura was doing, and trying to forget everything else.

***

2.45 a.m.

               The question had been gnawing away at Jane for hours now. Lying in the darkness of the bedroom finally gave her the confidence to ask it, safe in the knowledge that she wouldn’t have to watch Maura answer. She took a breath to speak, and Maura fumbled for her hand and gripped onto it tightly, apparently sensing what was coming.

               “How much did you see?” Jane whispered. “How much did they see?” Shame made her face burn; she found herself grateful again for the darkness. Maura, on the other hand, turned and edged herself closer. She touched her palm to Jane’s cheek as if compensating for her lack of vision.

               “Frost linked into the feed about six hours before we found you,” she said. “You were alone when he first brought it up. We thought you were at your apartment, because of the way Dominick had set out the room, so they went there first.”

               “But they came back,” Jane said, remembering the way she had cringed and cowered as Dominick yelled at her. It had undoubtedly been safer to play along with him and his perverted little fantasy, but his volatile moods had made that almost impossible. Remaining composed and thinking like a detective was difficult when you had been drugged into a stupor and woken up chained to a bed. She had managed it in the end, but not before she had wept and pleaded for help.

               “What else could you have done?” Maura asked, effortlessly pinpointing what was really troubling Jane.

               “I don’t know. Fought back somehow, bitten him, or…” Jane shook her head. “Or just bitten him, I guess.”

               “You couldn’t move,” Maura said. “Couldn’t kick him or punch him.”

               “I could’ve head-butted him.”

               “From that angle, you would have been very unlikely to incapacitate him.”

               “So, we’re back to biting.”

               “We’re back to you doing exactly what you did, which was attempting to stop the situation escalating.”

               “I lay there and fucking begged for someone to save me, Maura.” Anger abruptly overcame her shame, forcing her to sit up and switch the light on; she needed Maura to see how much she hated herself for what she had done.

               Maura said nothing, just pushed herself up to the same level and waited for Jane to continue.

               “After Hoyt, that first time in the basement,” Jane said, at length, “I could barely look Korsak in the eye. For him to have seen me like that, splayed out and so fucking helpless...Jesus, it’s the reason we’re not partners anymore.”

               “I know.”

               “So how is this any different? Fuck, it’s worse because Frost was there, and Frankie…” Jane’s voice wavered. “And you, you were there, you saw it all.”

               “Are you worried I’ll think less of you?” Maura’s tone left her in no doubt as to the answer.

               “I think less of me,” she admitted. “So how can you not?”

               “Because I don’t,” Maura said, simply. “You’re the bravest person I know.”

               “That’s not true.” The look in Maura’s eyes, though, told her it absolutely was true.

               “You get up every morning, you dress, and you go to work.”

               Jane frowned, confused. “Maura, that’s not bravery, that’s needing to pay the rent.”

               “You function, Jane.” Tilting her head, Maura seemed to reconsider. “No, you thrive. Despite everything that happens to you—and an awful lot tends to happen to you—you pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and get on with living.”

               “I have help with that, though.” Jane took Maura’s hand and laced their fingers together.

               “You do now,” Maura said, “but you got most of the way on your own.”

               “I need to stop getting into vans with strange men.”

               Maura smiled at her. “I think that would be advisable.”

               “What about Frost? What would you advise there?”

               “Do you want to request a new partner?”

               “No.” Relief lightened something in Jane’s chest and she repeated herself, just to make sure. “No.”

               “Then don’t.” Maura shrugged. “Get drunk with him and talk about it if you need to, but he probably won’t expect it.”

               “You’re very wise,” Jane said. “What did I ever do without you?”

               “You coped just fine.”

               With one hand, Jane cupped Maura’s cheek, then leaned in and kissed her. “I cope better now,” she murmured.

               “Mm, I think we both do.”

               “Make a good team, you and me.”

               “You and I,” Maura corrected automatically.

Jane laughed. “See what I mean? Without you, I’d be out there fucking up my grammar…” She heard Maura chuckle. “Mixing up my…”

               “Metaphors?”

               “Yeah,” Jane nodded sagely, “those too.”

               “I think it’s time we went to sleep.” Maura leaned over and switched off the light.

               “Did we fix everything, Maura?” Yawning but still uncertain, Jane leaned her head back on her pillow, and then thought better of it and inched toward Maura’s.

               “Do you feel fixed?”

               “Mostly.”

               “I’d say we made a good start then,” Maura said, and took Jane into her arms.

***

End

***

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laurel_hardylaurel_hardy on July 23rd, 2012 09:38 pm (UTC)
As with so many fucking things with this show, this needed attending to and needed it badly. I'm sure on TV this will leave as big a mark as the impromptu surgery Jane was forced to perform on Maura just a few weeks ago. Rehab? Therapy? Nah, just share a blanket on the couch and a lame joke or two. You did a much better job of capturing the brittleness and the tenderness of life in the aftermath.But then, you didn't run away from it, did you?

There still is no explanation of why he dressed Jane like that, though.
cj2017: Rizzlescj2017 on July 24th, 2012 06:47 pm (UTC)
I don't think there will ever be an explanation of why he selected that outfit. It was such an odd choice. If the damsel in distress scenes were supposed to be titillating for the audience (male gaze and all that) then why the fuck dress her in something so damn ugly? In an episode that didn't make a lot of sense, that made even less.

I think any victim of a sexual assault would be offended by the implication that you can have a beer and laugh about it shortly afterward. I mean, what the fuck were the writers thinking? I don't expect it to be SVU or anything, but at least attempt to acknowledge that something fundamentally life-changing just occurred. Jane's moving apartments this week so maybe there will be some fallout but I very much doubt it will amount to more than a passing reference and a shiny new set.
laurel_hardylaurel_hardy on July 24th, 2012 08:02 pm (UTC)
I'm positive the stupid costume choice was a clumsy ass attempt by both villain and producer (or is that really just one villain) to 'feminize' Jane, as I'm sure all the tearful, to-the-camera pleading was as well. JT probably thought she was humanizing Jane and exploring 'her' emotions in that utterly superficial way that JT brings to bear on all things apparently. If JT wasn't such a godawful hack she would realize that Jane can have emotions, can hurt, can have a weak moment while still being Jane instead of the impostor we watched.
cj2017: Rizzoli 2cj2017 on July 25th, 2012 08:02 pm (UTC)
I'm not sure the outfit was supposed to feminise Jane. She made a point of commenting on it herself, pointing out how atypical an outfit it was for her. It was just a very strange choice - it made her completely unattractive (just by being so very nasty) which also negates any accusations that the whole tie her spread-eagle to a bed thing was aimed at a male audience. Jesus, I hope they weren't aiming it at the gay side of the audience...

Jane's reactions on the whole were just weird - the crying and pleading was so OOC it was as if the writers had never actually seen an episode prior to the one they submitted. I guess they don't think that people will sit down and try and think this shit through (they certainly don't before it hits the screen.) They churn out superficial pap week in, week out and hope we'll be charmed by the pretty. To be honest, I often am (it's the only reason I'm still watching 3 years down the line) and then occasionally something so fucking wrong gets aired, it makes me want to tear my hair out *shrugs* or write fic.
eglantine_breglantine_br on July 23rd, 2012 10:08 pm (UTC)
I like this, it seemed just right to me.
cj2017cj2017 on July 24th, 2012 06:47 pm (UTC)
Thank you :-)
INGRYD: [r&i] j/m; innocent sleep-overnot_frozen on July 24th, 2012 12:42 am (UTC)
Thank you for this. It was a shame what they did in the end of the episode. :/
cj2017: sarah phonecj2017 on July 24th, 2012 06:50 pm (UTC)
I agree, as did a lot of fans I think. Who knows, maybe the message will eventually get through to the show's writers that there are quite a lot of viewers who would like to see the serious side every now and again. But I do appreciate you reading the fic.
laurel_hardylaurel_hardy on July 24th, 2012 07:56 pm (UTC)
I know you stay away from twitter (I mostly snark at authority there) but Janet Tamaro let fly a rather bitterly toned one last week before the show to the effect that she reads neither fanfic nor comments from haters. Which makes it crystal clear that she's hearing the displeasure from fans. I don't know that I hold much hope for the remainder of S3 (which is already written. I watch now in equal parts hoping for a glimpse of the old charm, the snarking, and to keep up with fanfic fodder), but I'm hoping some of the criticism will sink in for the already approved S4. And that's why I've made a point to repeat my complaints in different forums, in the hope an echo will reach the ears of TPTB.
INGRYD: [r&i] mi; i'm used to being alonenot_frozen on July 25th, 2012 01:18 am (UTC)
We can only hope, right? Aw, it was my pleasure.
cj2017: snowboundcj2017 on July 25th, 2012 08:05 pm (UTC)
We can indeed :-)

Probably one of the most public places to air grievances is via the R&I facebook page. There've been quite a few negative responses on there of late - the product placement got a lot of shit, as did this episode (both for the DID storyline and for the beer on sofa resolution.)
INGRYD: [r&i] mi; i'm used to being alonenot_frozen on July 28th, 2012 02:35 am (UTC)
I've seen that and I think it's good so they can know how they are messing things up.
Jellojello_o on July 24th, 2012 01:22 am (UTC)
This was excellent. If the episode had an ounce of what this fic had, it would have been amazing. Missing scenes like this help keep the fandom alive, especially in times of less-than-good episodes.
You made an excellent point. This situation was exactly what made Jane switch partners from Korsak to Frost. But I'm sure this won't be mentioned in the show. I'm sure it's because Jane is so used to being kidnapped that's it's old hat to her now.
cj2017: Rizzoli 2cj2017 on July 24th, 2012 06:53 pm (UTC)
Thank you, I really appreciate the feedback.

The similarities between this scenario and Hoyt were just so blatant they were impossible to overlook. If anything, what happened in this ep was even worse, due to the way they had Jane react and the number of people who were watching her. I very much doubt they'd mention it in the show though, it was hard enough trying to fix it in a fic (and I'm not entirely sure I managed to!) there's no way the writers would want to try and sort such a mess out in an episode.
sunsetwritersunsetwriter on July 24th, 2012 02:20 am (UTC)
I continue to love the way you write Jane and Maura. Well done! I think you addressed every issue I had with this episode. This is how they ought to be. Thanks for the fix!
cj2017: Rizzoli1cj2017 on July 24th, 2012 06:57 pm (UTC)
You are very welcome, as always. I genuinely wasn't going to fic this one and then one week later the ideas were still pecking at my head! Good thing they're so much fun to write. There were aspects of this ep that weren't totally horrible, so who knows, maybe things will improve from here!
iocaste_gr: icon[7]iocaste_gr on July 24th, 2012 03:18 am (UTC)
I loved this. It was beautiful. Thank god you know so many things about medical procedures and terminology. I kind of love how you incorporate all those little details in your stories. Thank you!
cj2017: Rizzoli 2cj2017 on July 24th, 2012 06:59 pm (UTC)
Thank you for reading and taking the time to leave feedback. I did enjoy writing this one, even though it kept my brain wrapped in knots for a couple of days :-)
serene_ms_s: Jane&Mauraserene_ms_s on July 24th, 2012 05:24 am (UTC)
You captured Jane's turmoil so well and the strength that Maura proves.

I agree with the other comments on the fact that you far exceeded the tv. Perhaps tv executives ought to submit scripts and story boards to femslash writers before they shoot the programmes to ensure maximum effect. Up for it?
cj2017: Rizzlescj2017 on July 24th, 2012 07:00 pm (UTC)
LOL. I would be totally up for it. I would pay good money to see someone competent in charge of this show, but I fear it has found its level and settled there for the duration.
lytab5: RI | Maura backlytab5 on July 24th, 2012 11:07 am (UTC)
Thank you for writing and sharing this!
Know that it's very much appreciated.
cj2017: Sarah-John Mr Fcj2017 on July 24th, 2012 07:01 pm (UTC)
That's lovely to know. Thank you for taking the time to read and leave feedback.
postrd on July 27th, 2012 06:10 am (UTC)
This little one shot is a perfect example why reading is often better than watching. This was a lovely story to read.

Thank you.
cj2017cj2017 on July 27th, 2012 11:56 am (UTC)
No, thank you :-)
insanityonline1insanityonline1 on July 28th, 2012 01:15 am (UTC)
Loved this :)
cj2017: Rizzlescj2017 on July 28th, 2012 08:18 am (UTC)
Then that makes me very happy :-) Cheers, hon.