WarriorTiger's Visions of Misconceptions

So I am really into the show Rizzoli and Isles. I am fascinated with the story lines and the plot twists, and have become somewhat... fixated.. (yes, obsessed). So naturally I am dreaming of it quite often, putting myself into the story. These dreams are a set of them.. yes I dream episodically... I can't remember exactly when they started, so I am just going to write them out. And not all of them are lucid.

Part One

I watched as the cute brunette sat speaking with woman after woman. I knew she was a cop. She had that air to her. And the blond that kept bringing her drinks... she was something too. I watched from my booth in the corner as the blond took every cup off the brunette's table and placed it in a small bag. I could tell that they were a team. A smoking hot team, sure, but still a team. What I couldn't figure out was what they were after. 'Hell,' I thought to myself, 'if I was a bit braver, I would go over there and talk to her.'

I had no idea who they were looking for, or what the case was even about. All I knew was I thought the brunette was hot. Someone must have said something, because before I knew it, she had seated herself across from me. I looked into her brown eyes and smiled.

"Hi." I almost whispered. "Hi," she replied. "Nice book you got." I closed the book I had been reading and set my hands on top of it. "I noticed you have been watching me, thought I'd come over and introduce myself. I'm Jane." I smiled at her. "Hi Jane, I'm Allison." I saw the blond in the background look up from whatever she had been doing to look for her friend.

"You're friend is looking for you." I said. Jane waved her hand, like that didn't matter. She looked down at my hands. I could almost see her wince. "Oh, don't mind the ring," I started, "my wife died 3 years ago, I just haven't found it in me to take it off." She looked up at me. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.." I cut her off. "You aren't. I promised her I would come every Friday after she died, and I have. So, tell me, what is an undercover cop doing at a place like this?"

She looked shocked. A sort of, how did I know kind of way. I smiled at her. "It's all rather interesting, and exciting. So who are you after?" Jane looked at me, "Well to be honest, I'm just here..." she stopped, "About that girl that was murdered. Trying to find who did it. How did you make me as a cop?" I smiled and pointed. She turned around and saw that I had a clear view of the back of the bar, where the blond had stored the glasses. She smiled at me.

"If you ask me, the bartender did it. She seems kinda ruthless. Anyway, I bet you need to get going, here is my card if you need to get a hold of me." I slid my card across the table to her. "Thanks, I'll keep you in mind." She stood up, smiling again, and walked away. I watched her ass, nothing better to do since I lost my page in my book. This was a far better thing to be looking at anyway. I stood up and walked away. I figured she wouldn't call, I also assumed that nothing would happen between the two of us.

Part Two

I was sitting a a desk. A rather small cubical desk. I enjoyed it though. I knew the large company was mine, but I didn't mind sitting with the other programmers. It helped me keep things in perspective. I heard my cell phone ring. 'Who the hell would be calling my cell?' I asked myself. Everyone I knew would have called my work number. I shoved my pencil in my mouth and answered the phone. " 'Ello.' I mumbled into the phone. "Hi, Allison? Its Jane." I heard her sigh. I took the pencil out of my mouth. I shoved it behind my ear and stood up. I was a little nervous, and walking around would help.

"Hey, is there something I could help you with?" I didn't want to show her that I was nervous.

-Note: This is where my dream view shifted to her.-

I saw her run her hand through her hair. "God, I don't even know why I am doing this." I watched her as she paced back and forth. She seemed nervous too. "I was wondering, um.. you know... Shit."

-Note: View change back to me.-

I was just listening. I listened as she nervously tried to ask me something. "Hey, is everything okay?" I asked. "Yeah, everything is fine. I was wondering ifyouwantedtogotodinnerwithme." She spat it out all in one short breath. "Um... sure. When?" I asked. I swear I could almost hear her swear because she hadn't thought it all through. "How about tomorrow, at say 7. We can meet at the bar we first met at?" I asked. She sighed a breath of relief. "Sure," She replied.

Time passed quickly and I soon found myself outside the bar looking at an amazing woman. Rizzoli was wearing a pair of slacks and a blazer. I felt underdressed in just my jeans an a tee shirt. Though I had made sure to pick my tightest jeans, and a medium sized shirt. "Hey," I said and offered my hand. "Hey," she replied. I shook her hand, electricity running through me. I wanted the other woman.

"I hope you're hungry because I have the perfect restaurant." She took me by the hand and walked me to her car. I thought that was a little weird, but hey, I wasn't going to complain. She drove us to a nearby place and she parked the car. I hopped out of the car, and held the door open for her. I thought it was a nice gesture, but I couldn't tell what she thought. She motioned that she needed a place for two. I wanted to watch her ass as she walked by, but she motioned for me to go first. The hostess motioned for a table and I sat down. Jane sat down across from me. She mumbled a thank you and grabbed a menu. I didn't quite know what to make of it. She seemed to be hot one minute then cold. I couldn't read her reactions.

She ordered a beer, and I followed suit. We ordered some food, she ordered some sort of pasta, and I ordered some sort hamburger. We chatted, about nothing in specific. Sometimes her work, sometimes mine. The evening was going well. I finished off my third beer. I was more tipsy than I thought because of my medication. I mumbled something. She laughed and smiled at me. "Hey, we should get out her here huh?" She paid in cash and we stepped out of the restaurant.

"We shouldn't drive home." I told her. "Oh, god no. I would think about it. I don't live to far from here if you want to just walk." I smiled. I would be getting to go to her place. She made a joke and I shoved at her. I missed, but she playfully shoved back. She managed to get me, and I almost fell over. She grabbed me and pulled me back to her. She landed against a wall and pulled me into her, to make sure I didn't fall over. I leaned into her, and placed my hand on neck. I kissed her passionately. She kissed me back. After a few seconds I broke it off. She looked at me and I backed up. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you. This was supposed to be something for fun. I should go." I turned around and hailed a cab.

"Wait," she started, but I never gave her the chance. I stepped into the cab and left her standing watching me leave.