A;N: Well, this is my way of releasing everything I love about the places I've visited. I'm just translating it to Rizzles. The first chapter is more of an introduction, and where better to start than the airport?
"I feel naked, Maur," Jane whined, quickening her pace to keep up with the M.E.
"Well you're not," Maura retorted curtly, readjusting the tote bag on her shoulder as she stepped onto the escalator.
Jane rolled both their suitcases onto the moving stair behind her, letting out a breath. Her hand, once again, swiped at her hip where her gun was supposed to be.
"I hate traveling," she complained, resting heavily on the moving railing.
"No you don't," Maura laughed. "You just hate leaving your gun behind."
Jane couldn't help but smirk, tilting her head to get a better look at the woman a couple steps above her.
"My wife seems to know me too well," Jane mused, absentmindedly twirling her wedding band around her finger.
"It's my coping mechanism. Otherwise I'd have gone mad by now," Maura teased, a twinkle in her eye as she stepped off the escalator and toward the check-in. Jane grabbed their suitcases once more, awkwardly tugging them behind her.
"How did I get stuck with both bags?" she asked, turning her head to look at the bags behind her.
"Because, my love, you're my knight in shining amour."
Jane snickered.
"That'd only work if you were a damsel in distress, sweetie. And you're a far cry from that."
Maura grinned widely, rolling her eyes as Jane extended the handle toward her.
"Fine, fine. Don't be a gentleman. See if I care."
She took the bag from Jane, who raised her eyebrows at the M.E.
"Did you just threaten a detective, Doctor?"
"I dunno. Did I?" she asked, feigning ignorance.
"Because if you did, I might have to detain you," Jane husked.
"Is that a promise?" Maura murmured, letting her eyes flutter close for a moment at the thought.
Jane rolled her eyes, gently pushing Maura forward toward the now available baggage check counter.
"You'll just have to find out, won't you?"
Maura smirked and let herself be guided up to the man at the counter. They gave him their tickets and passports, and he took their luggage behind the counter with him.
"Have a wonderful trip, ladies," he said with a smile.
They smiled and headed for security, getting through without too much of a problem. Jane was pulled to the side and patted down; Maura had warned her to wash the gunpowder from her hands after spending her last morning with the guys, but the detective hadn't listened. She watched quietly as the TSA woman felt up her wife, holding Jane's bag patiently.
She glared at the M.E.'s smug look as she walked over, snatching her backpack.
"Shut up," she glowered.
"Someone's been flagged as a terrorist," Maura giggled. "With all that explosive material on your hands."
Jane smiled as Maura took her scarred hand gently in her own, walking slowly toward their gate.
"You know you have yet to tell me where we're going," Jane mused, swinging their connected hands a little higher.
"Everywhere."
"C'mon, Maur," Jane protested, flopping into a chair near the gate. "Please."
"I'm serious!" Maura laughed, taking a seat next to her wife. "I wanna be the one to show you the world."
Jane smiled at her.
"You're the only one I'd wanna see it with."
"Thanks. For coming, I mean."
"You say that like I'd let my wife spend an entire summer abroad alone."
Maura gave her a lovesick smile, pulling her in for a languid kiss. She pulled away slowly, her hazel eyes sparkling, her smile radiant. She bit her lip in the adorable way Jane loved, and the detective stole another quick kiss.
"Really, though. Thank you," Maura said, her smile still glowing.
"No. Thank you. For taking me with you."
A/N: And. If there's anywhere you'd want to see these two lovely ladies, tell me. I mean, I'm not sure if I could do it justice if I've never been, but I'll certainly consider it! And I'm thinking of doing a 50 states one too, but I'm still iffy on that one. So yeah...tell me if you like the idea or not; I always love hearing your imput.