AN: Okay, I just watched a marathon of the third season of Rizzoli and Isles and fell in love with it! This story immediately popped into my head when I realized Frankie needed some more lovin' in the ff world. As the summary states, this is basically a fluff piece with little plot.
I apologize in advance for any mistakes in the lore. I haven't watched the first two seasons so I'm lacking some info.
Also, a big THANK YOU to quantumparadigm who pretty much encouraged me to upload this!
Emma Carter lugged her carry-on through the terminal and down to the luggage station. It had been a long flight, coupled by a few nights of little to no sleep, and she was tired. All she wanted was a nice, hot bath and a nice, cold beer. But, unfortunately, those two were on the backburner for now.
Heading to her new job was at the top of the list, and even her exhaustion couldn't put a damper on her excitement. She still couldn't believe theDr. Maura Isles had accepted her request for fellowship, and Emma was more than ready to begin this new venture in her life. Even if it meant putting aside her own personal comfort for the moment.
Which brought about the second item on her mental list. Settling into her new apartment. Her two older brothers had offered to drive the U-Haul truck filled with all her possessions to her new place in Boston. It would've been too long a drive for her, and she hadn't wanted to prolong her trip any longer than she had to. Of course that also meant that her stuff would be arriving three days later, but she figured she could survive sleeping on the floor.
She blew away a few strands of her long, blonde hair as she grabbed her bags. Her luggage seemed to be intact, and Emma was grateful that at least her clothes had made the trip safely with her. She struggled slightly as she made her way out to catch a cab but was stopped short by a police officer.
"Dr. Emma Carter?" he asked, dark eyebrows raised in question.
"Yes, how did you..."
He held up a picture of her dressed in her graduation garb. She recognized it as part of an announcement her father had placed in the newspaper right after she had finished medical school.
"I was sent to pick you up."
"Ah," she said, giving him an understanding look. "I guess you pulled the short straw?"
"Not exactly," he said, brown eyes lighting up in a smile as he reached for her bags. "Dr. Isles asked me to do it as a favor."
"Well, that was nice of her," Emma said, following him to a nearby vehicle. "I hope it's not an inconvenience. I'm sure you have better things to do...like saving the city from evil bank robbers or something."
He snorted in amusement. "More like giving out speeding tickets," he replied. He stuffed her luggage in the trunk of his car before walking over to the passenger door and opening it for her. "Besides, I'd take picking up beautiful women at the airport than giving out tickets any day." He saw the look of surprise on her face, and then backtracked. "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
"What? No, it's not that," she quickly replied. Weirdly enough, it was what he didrather than what he said that had gotten her attention. "I'm just not used to having guys open the door for me. Also, I usually don't make it a habit to get into cars with strangers." She gave him a wry smile.
He let out a laugh. "Frankie Rizzoli," he said. "And by 'usually' do you mean you make exceptions?"
She leaned in closer to him. "Only if the guy's hot." Then she shot him a grin and made herself comfortable in the passenger seat.
What the hell was she thinking?! She wasn't usually this brazen with anybody - especially men. She blamed it on moving to a new city. It felt like the start of a new life for her. Maybe now she would actually find the time to date. Or not. Emma was rather happy with the way her life was right now. Man or no man, it felt to her like everything was finally falling into place.
She hoped Frankie had taken her comment as a joke, considering he had said she was beautiful just a moment before. The guy washandsome; she wasn't going to deny it. He had these sweet, brown eyes that made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Emma didn't want him to think she was the type of girl with the perfect one liners every time she flirted. Far from it. But there was something about him that made her confident enough to be that girl...and only with him.
She sighed. Man, she must really be tired if she was fantasizing about the guy sent to pick her up. If she didn't get any sleep soon, she would probably start daydreaming about marriage, kids and a white picket fence.
Besides, it wasn't like she would ever be seeing him again. Boston was a big city, and he was one of probably thousands of cops on patrol. The probability of running into him again were very high indeed.
"So where're you from?" Frankie asked, thankfully breaking her from her thoughts.
"Oh yeah? What brings you all the way over here?"
"Dr. Isles, actually," Emma replied. "I just finished my residency as a medical doctor, and I decided to go into forensic pathology to become a medical examiner. Dr. Isles is well known in her field, and I figured I'd take a chance and ask her if I could continue my fellowship under her supervision."
"Just a fancy word for continuing my education," she answered with a smile. "If I'm lucky, I should be done in two years."
"And then you go back to Texas?"
"I...don't know, actually," she said truthfully. "I've been so focused on finally finishing my career that I haven't really thought about the future. Depends if there's anything prompting me to stay, I guess."
"How long have you been at it? Studying, I mean."
"It feels like forever," she said with an over exaggerated sigh. "Don't get me wrong. Some states don't require any degree at all to be a medical examiner. I'm just the overachiever that's really - " She trailed off, trying to find the right word.
"Dedicated? Accomplished?" he said tersely. She noticed the death grip he had on the steering wheel, and she wondered what she had said to make him so tense.
"Um...yeah, I guess you could say that," she answered with a sidelong glance, picking at a hole in her jeans. Her jeans! "Shit!"
"What?" he asked, giving her a quick glance.
"Is there a place we can stop? A gas station or something with a restroom?"
"We're about ten minutes away. Do you really have to go that bad?"
"I need to change," she explained. "I can't meet Dr. Isles in this." She swayed her hand over her comfortable travelling clothes - t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of snug boots.
"Well, we're almost there. You can always change at the station."
"I was going to do it at the airport, but you showed up and I completely forgot." Emma looked down at her carry-on bag - the one piece she hadn't placed in the trunk. "Wait, I have my clothes here, in this bag. I didn't want to pack it with the other luggage in case it got misplaced. I can just change right here!"
She turned to the back seat only to find it riddled with things - softballs, bats, gloves, and a blue bag obviously filled with sporting equipment.
"I, uh...I moved all the stuff in my trunk to my back seat to make room for your luggage," he said sheepishly.
"Shit...okay." She bit down on her bottom lip as she decided what to do. Changing at the station was out of the question. She wanted to make a good first impression and that meant being ready beforegetting to the station. There was no other choice. "Don't look."
"Huh? What - whoa! What are you doing?" Frankie exclaimed as she removed her shirt. The car swerved, and he quickly righted it as he forced himself to look at the road. "Are you crazy? You can get arrested for this! Indecent exposure!"
"I'm sorry! I need to change, and I have to do it here. Besides, I'm only 'exposing' if you look." She tilted the seat back to wriggle out of her jeans.
"Fine, just be quick. I'll drive a little slower to give you more time."
"Thanks," she breathed as she pulled on her slacks. She rummaged through her bag and took out her wrinkled, button blouse. Eh, nothing her jacket couldn't hide.
Finally finished dressing, she uprighted her seat and finger-combed her hair until she had it up into a neat ponytail. A pinch of her cheeks for some color and a dab of lip gloss and she was done.
"Okay, I'm ready," she announced. Frankie shot her a quick glance, and she thought she saw an approving look before he looked away. Nah, it was probably just her imagination. "Is there anywhere I can store my luggage? I'm just gonna call a cab after I finish meeting with Dr. Isles."
"I can take you home," he said, stopping the car in front of the station.
"You've done more than enough. Really, thank you for picking me up, but I can't ask for you to wait for me until I get out. I honestly don't know how long I'll be."
He shrugged, getting out of the car and grabbing her bags. "Alright, but if you're out by five, I should still be around."
They made their way into the building and Frankie walked her through security.
"Shepard will keep these safe for you until you get back," Frankie said, pointing to the guard near the door and stashing her luggage under his desk. "It was nice meeting you. I'm sure we'll be running into each other a lot."
I highly doubt that, she thought. Only out loud she said, "Nice meeting you, too, and thanks again for the ride."
He threw her a warm smile and a quick nod before disappearing into the cafe nearby.
This is it. The moment you've been waiting for since Dr. Isles accepted your fellowship.
Then she took a deep breath, smoothed out her clothes one last time and made her way to the elevator to meet her new team.