just saw your tags abt rizzoli and beckett as an obscure ship and my friend, I think you’ve broken 15 year old me’s closeted brain, holy shit
omg welcome, thank you, so happy to assist. kazzoli existed in my mind and like... five other folks on tumblr back in the day.
they could meet at a crime scene because it's crack so why not ignore the miles between nyc and boston. they could have a little sanvers' first meeting kinda vibes. then they end up teaming up for the case, they burn the midnight oil together at one of their precincts. beckett makes fun of how rizzoli makes terrible breakroom coffee and rizzoli decides she's not sharing her hard work with someone so ungrateful. they're tired, sleeves rolled up, button-ups in differing degrees of undone, collars ruffled. they lean against counters sipping their coffees and getting to know each other before one of them says something that sparks a eureka moment in the other. they leave their half-drunk cups behind in their haste to pile into an unmarked car, firing off facts and the way they all connect to each other, both of them filling in the missing pieces of their investigation as they drive to arrest their suspect. classic investigative foreplay, high on adrenaline and the thrill of intelligence.
and at the end, rizzoli's like, alright, well, i'm gonna go home and crawl into bed. and beckett smirks, trailing a hand down rizzoli's arm - "mind if i join you?"
anyway. so nice to hear from you.
