I had to get this out before I went on my cruise, so I apologize it was written in one sitting. I am hoping to make this a two shot...building up to those multi-chapters slowly ;)
I own nothing but can I just say how FREAKING ESTATIC I am about Jan Nash and her tweets., she gets me so excited for the fifth season. Anything right now has to be better than this season...ugh beards...anyways drop a note, it's my birthday next weekend the BIG 3.0. and I could use the little gifts of encouragement!
"Frankie? What are you doing here?"
I know I didn't miss a call, Maura had just checked our phones on her way up to change into something more comfortable.
"I uhh...I came to check on Maura"
"Ok...well she's the same as she was three hours ago when you saw us at the robber, she's good Frankie."
I let out a little laugh and my right eyebrow lifts as I notice how fidgety my brother is acting, well more fidgety than normal. That boy could never keep still.
"Did Ma need you for something?"
"Oh uh no she is out with Sean tonight"
He wants me to take the bait and change my focus to my mother's now permanent boyfriend otherwise known as my boss...interesting.
"So you didn't have any other reason to drive all the way out to Beacon Hill?"
You cant Rizzoli a Rizzoli.
His shoulders deflate as he spews out the last thing I expected to hear to ever come out of this mouth.
"Look I already had this talk with Tommy...You don't fit...I don't even know what that means! She's nice Janie and we had a moment."
"A moment."
"Yeah"
He is going into full blown stepping from side to side now and turning like he used to in church when he told the priest all his secrets.
"Well that's great and everything but no."
"No?"
"No, you and Maura. No."
"You can't just tell me no Janie, we're both adults"
"Adults! Adults Frankie, you still have Ma cooking all of your meals. You still own footsie pajamas and you and frost still fight over who gets to put that stupid doll on your desk each week. Adults Frankie really! Maura had five different spoons for her baby food. She could read before you could walk and she is more class in her shit than all the Rizzoli's put together."
"Are those my issues or yours Jane?"
"Excuse me?!" what the hell does that mean!?
I step up to him now using the extra 2 inches my boots afford me to stare him down.
"If Ma isn't feeding you, Maura is. You gave me those footsie pajamas for Xmas because Maura got you a pair for your birthday and I said I wanted some. You have a shrine to Wally the green monster that was barely a signed ball and bat before you and Maura started going to the games...and and and Maura has no problem with you why couldn't she like me!"
His stutter shows he is holding something back now, I just know it.
"What Frankie, spit it out?"
"You give me one good reason why I shouldn't ask Maura out Jane and I'll turn around and pretend like the last twelve hours never happened."
What kind of question is that? Because. Because. BECAUSE.
"BECAUSE SHE'S MINE DAMNIT!"
My hand flies to my mouth, trying to stuff the words back in. No luck. They were out there, in the wind. My deep dark secret that I could barely admit to myself. Frankie just stands there with his mouth open, neither of us has taken a step back and I lower my eyes unable to stare into his gaze. The silence and stillness are making me feel sick. Before I can try to back step he takes a deep breathe and as he lets it out his whole body relaxes.
"Thank you Janie" he places his hand on my shoulder and I glance up confused by the exclamation
"For what?" The words are mumbled by the hand still on my mouth
"For finally admitting your feelings, that's what's she deserves"
He turns around and is gone before I start breathing again.
"Jane? Who is at the door?" comes the voice from right behind me.