A/N: I just got this idea after watching the episode "...Goodbye." I couldn't think of a better tribute to a great man. RIP Lee Thompson Young. You're loved and missed.

OCs:

Jackson Siriani- Jane's fiance; US Army medic. Dark brown hair and eyes.

Dave Siriani- Jackson's little brother; in town for the summer. Dark brown hair and light brown eyes.

Rose O'Neil- Jackson and Dave's cousin; lives in Virginia; secondary female in my story "New Guy" (NCIS). Brown hair and blue eyes. Irish accent.

Alex Shepard- Rose O'Neil's husband; forensic scientist based out of Baltimore, Maryland (USA). Blonde hair and blue-gray eyes. Born in Chicago, Illinois.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the OCs! Everything else belongs to TNT and Tess Gerritsen!

Jackson ... I'm pregnant...

Jane Rizzoli's news shocked me when I heard her words echo around me, and they continued to ring within my ears as I tried to sleep. I didn't know how I was going to handle the news, and telling my family was another can of worms that I did not want to open. Yes, Jane and I were engaged and all, but still... Out of nowhere, my cell phone began convulsing violently on the bedside table, and the ring tone gave the caller's ID away immediately:

Jane.

"Jane, everything okay?" I asked after I'd clumsily answered my phone.

"Jack..." Jane's use of my father's nickname for me set off every alarm inside of my heart.

"Jane, what happened?"

"It's Barry ... he was in an accident on his way home from his mother's house... He didn't make it..."

"Hang on Jane, I'll be right there. Where are you?"

"I'll ... meet you at the station..."

"Alright; I'll be there soon. Hang in there, okay? I love you."

I took Jane's silence as a yes, and within minutes I was inside my jet-black Dodge Avenger. My sweatshirt was heavy on my shoulders, and I knew that I was already crying. Barry was one of my best friends in Boston, a brother...

Twenty minutes later, I arrived at Boston Police Department and saw Jane standing there with Maura, Korsak, and Frankie. My heart broke when I saw her holding back tears. Shrugging off my own emotions, I clambered out of my car and bolted towards Jane and the others. "Jane!"

"Jack? Jack ... I..." Jane muttered when I reached her.

"I'm sorry Jane ... I know how much of a brother Barry was to you and Frankie."

"Jacky..."

"Jane...?"

Jane shook her head as she continued to hold back tears. I pulled her tight against my chest, fighting the acidic tears as they planned another attack on my dark brown eyes. Barry was one of the best people I knew, and to hear that he was gone was absolutely devastating. I'd planned on asking him to be my best man for me and Jane's wedding, and now that he was gone ... I wasn't sure what Jane and I would do. Think of your happiest memories, I thought to myself. Like the time you, Jane, Korsak, Frankie, and Frost had gone out to celebrate you and Jane's engagement a week after Rose's wedding. You and Barry had an amazing time. I grinned as the memory rippled through my mind and flashed before my eyes.

Flashback

"You lost the bet!" Frost declared when he saw the final score for the Boston Red Sox/Pittsburgh Pirates game. "Now you gotta drink somethin' nasty!"

"Shit..." I muttered. "What'd you have in mind...?"

"Irish Car Bomb!"

Jane recoiled in horror; Frankie and Korsak just giggled. "Frost, no!"

"Jane," I cut in, "it's alright. I lost a bet, so I gotta do what I gotta do."

"Do you have any idea what you're in for?!" Jane shrieked.

"Can't be that bad..." I trailed off.

"No, Irish cream, Irish whiskey, and Guinness mixed together isn't bad at all!"

"Jane, I've drank heavy shit before. Mixing those isn't like mixing Stroh, which is 180-proof alcohol."

The waitress had come by whilst Jane and I had exchanged our thoughts on nasty booze, which gave Barry enough time to order the Irish Car Bomb. A few minutes later, she (our waitress) had dropped off my drink, and Barry had called my attention.

"Hey Jackson," Barry called out, "drink up!"

Laughing off my nerves, I picked up the glass and took a quick gulp. I winced slightly at the taste as the liquid poured down my throat, and before I knew it I was chugging it like my cousin Rose at the family Christmas party.

"CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG!" Frankie started cheering, earning him an elbow from Jane.

"Whoo!" I cheered once I'd finished the drink. "Take that, Frost!"

"Alright, now the big one!" Frost countered. "Take a shot of Jagermeister straight up!"

"You're on!" I challenged.

Frost ordered the shot of Jagermeister and it wasn't long before the shot glass was laid in front of me. "Cheers, Jackson!"

Everyone watched as I downed the shot of Jagermeister with ease, not even wincing at the taste. "Ka-boom!"

After the shot of Jagermeister, we all went home, Jane driving her and I back to my house in Boston. We got busy soon after, and I was just head-over-heels thanks to the alcohol and our (mine and Jane's) wedding.

Present Day

I smiled at the memory, even as it rushed waves of grief over my heart. The great times that I'd been blessed to have with Frost were absolutely incredible, and I knew that I'd cherish them for life.

"Hey Jane ... do you wanna stay at my place tonight?" I asked gently.

"Sure..." Jane trailed off heavily. "Thanks Jacky..."

"No problem ... fair warning, my little brother Dave is in town for the summer."

"I don't care ... I just wanna be with you..."

"I'm always gonna be here for you, Jane."

Jane grinned as she clambered into the front seat of my jet-black Dodge Avenger, and within moments I'd left the precinct and headed home.

I know it's not easy for those that miss seeing Barry Frost on "Rizzoli & Isles," but I thought that this would be a touching way to pay tribute to a beautiful soul that left us too soon. It'll all come together later on, I promise.

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