Well... here's chapter 3! Let me know what you think.
Chapter 3
Jane: I'VE BEEN RELEEEEEEEASED
Jane: FROM JAAAAAAAAAAAIL
Maura: It was hospital, Jane, now shush. I still have papers to complete.
Jane: I can do it
Maura: No, I tried that. You filled out different variants of the word faeces all over the form, giggling almost the entire time.
Jane: Jane Rizzoli does not giggle!
Maura: Right. Okay, in the interest of scientific experimentation, I feel required to do this: poop.
Jane: ... see, I'm not giggling.
Maura: No, technically I suppose you're not. You're twitching though... was that a snort I just heard?
Jane: ... no.
Jane: I'm booooored
Jane: give me the form, I promise I won't write poop.
Maura: Oh Jane, you are NEVER going on that pain medication again. No, I think I'll decline your request, thank you.
Jane: why? I'm not in paaaaaaiiiiin. I like the meds. Me Jane, Me like medicine.
Jane: There's a man over there with really sticky outy ears.
Jane: Like reeeeeally sticky outy.
Jane: really REALLY sticky outy!
Jane: Do you see the man?
Jane: MAURA I'M TALKING TO YOU.
Maura: Well no, you're texting me. I suppose I should be grateful you're NOT talking... that could be humiliating.
Jane: Why humiliating?
Jane: I can talk
Jane: ARE YOU READY TO HEAR ME TALK?
Maura: Jane...
...
Jane: why are you glaring at me?
Jane: Maura?
Jane: *sad face* I just wanted to talk to you...
Jane: Maura?
Maura: So apparently I can add overemotional to the list of side effects of this pain medication. I'm sorry for glaring. You can stop sniffling and looking like a punched puppy.
Jane: It's 'kicked puppy'.
Maura: Oh.
Maura: Jane?
Maura: Jane?
...
Jane: you've been typing for a really long time
Maura: I don't know what to say. Why aren't you messaging me?
Jane: you were mad at me
Maura: well, you did just yell out that you had stitches in your ass from an embarrassing 'faecal incident'.
Maura: I'm not mad though. But I am going to concentrate on filling this paperwork out.
Jane: it was pretty funny though, right?
Jane: like, people are staring at me now. You can totally tell they're wondering what happened.
Jane: they're not thinking I photocopied my ass. they're thinking 'oh poor cop, someone did something with poop and she was injured'
Maura: I really do not understand your current preoccupation with bodily waste.
Jane: I'm not preosccup... Maura WHY UOU WALKING AAWY FROM ME?
Jane: ooh, we can go? YAAAY
Jane: not replying unless you text.
Jane: CAN'T HEAR YOU
Jane: LA LA LA CAN'T HEEEAAAAR YOOOOOU
Maura: GET IN THE CAR
Jane: Uh oh
... *24 hours later*
Jane: can u come over pls?
Maura: How are you feeling? Yes, I can certainly come over; I'm almost finished with this paperwork, so then I will leave work and come straight there.
Jane: ... still cant believe u use correct puntuation + shit wen u type.
Maura: I can't believe you use better punctuation and spelling when you are reacting to medication.
Jane: do not
Jane: ...fine. Whatever. Happy now?
Maura: That is better, I must admit. Though it was only four words, so...
Jane: rargh. Look, I can type longer sentences too! Happy now?
Jane: ...
Jane: ...
Maura: ?
Jane: Really? With the one question mark? Really?
Maura: I am trying to finish up work so I can come over. You texting me constantly is not conducive to this outcome being met in a timely manner.
Jane: ... yeah okay, sure. I'll just pretend I understood that.
Maura: I really do not understand why you pretend to be less intelligent than you actually are, Jane.
Jane: look, whatever, I can't wait anymore... I've been rereading old messages.
Maura: yes?
Maura: Jane?
Maura: Jane, your message has intrigued me and made it difficult for me to concentrate so I would greatly appreciate if you extend on your message.
Jane: for God's sake, speak like a normal person, She-robot. Repeat after me: 'what the fuck Jane? I'm confused'. Five words. Gets your point across much quicker.
Maura: Jane.
Jane: DID I REALLY SHOUT OUT POOP IN A CROWDED WIATING ROOM?
Maura: It wasn't really crowded...
Jane: !
Maura: You made people stare. I found it slightly entertaining.
Jane: I'm so not talking to you.
Maura: Considering the events of the past 36 hours, I think I could learn to live with this.
Jane: MAURA!
END CHAPTER THREE
Dum de dum... again the question, should I continue? I'm thinking just a few funny little convos when Jane's been injured and forced to take time off while Maura works... or Maura's sick at home and Jane misses her (though she'd never admit it)... etc. Thoughts?
Love to all, Katie xoxo