A/N: I was really trying to keep myself to focusing on one story at a time, but I couldn't get this idea out of my head. For the Rizzoli & Isles universe, the story takes place fairly soon after Jane finds out she is pregnant, so around the current episodes. For the OUAT universe, this is an AU where Emma and Regina are already married and Henry is in high school, so a few years in the future from where the show is at now. I hope you enjoy this slightly ridiculous but hopefully hilarious and entertaining story. I haven't gotten too far on outlining it, but I think it will be a lot of fun because I love Rizzles/Swan Queen cross overs hehe

Jane Rizzoli was running. Running until she could no longer breath. Running until she felt as if her lungs would explode. It was dark and pouring rain, and no sane person would go for a run alone at this time of night, but she just needed to escape. She needed some time to herself to think and process everything that was happening. How could she be pregnant? How could she raise a child? How could she do this alone with Casey overseas? Why had she decided breaking up with Casey was a good idea anyways, maybe if he knew about the baby he would change his mind and decide not to ship out. Deep down, she knew this wasn't true. Deep down she knew he never really cared about her and her needs the way he should have. She knew his love for her had always been selfish, and ultimately this knowledge is what led her to stick to her decision of splitting despite her newly discovered pregnancy.

She thought about Maura's offer. The offer to be involved, to be a partner and supporter throughout this new journey. To as Maura put it 'be part of the village that would be needed to raise this child'. Tears stung Jane's eyes as she thought of how grateful she was to have Maura in her life, but she also felt a sense of dread. Agreeing to Maura's proposition, allowing her to be a partner in parenting this child, would blur the lines of their relationship even further away from just friendship than they already were. Her relationship with Maura was already complicated enough for her, although she understood that Maura probably didn't see it that way or even realize the complications existed. Throughout her relationship with Casey, Jane had constantly felt herself overcome with guilt. If she was spending time with Maura, she felt like she was cheating on Casey. If she was spending time with Casey, she felt like she was cheating on Maura. This made absolutely no sense to her, as her relationships with Maura and Casey were completely different and separate. Maura was just her friend. Her best friend. Whereas Casey was her boyfriend, the man she was in love with. But she often wondered what the difference was. Shouldn't the person she was in love with be the same person who was her best friend? Shouldn't the person that she wanted to spend every minute with and always confide in be the same person she was supposedly in love with?

Jane had never voiced any of these questions to anyone, so she knew Maura was not aware of her feelings. She feared now though, that with Casey out of the picture, and Maura taking an even more important role in her and her child's life, she would not be able to fight the feelings she had not realized she had for Maura, and that thought terrified her. It didn't help that Angela Rizzoli, the ever-present helicopter mother, had decided to temporarily move in to her apartment to "help out with any pregnancy needs". With her mother constantly at her side, asking questions and fussing over her wellbeing, Jane found she barely had any time to herself lately to really work out her own feelings about her situation. Her mother had not been happy that she had left the apartment to go running at 11:00 at night, but when Jane lied and told her she was meeting up with her brother Frankie, Angela had let it go realizing it was good for Jane to spend time with some other people. This was a time when Jane was forever grateful to her brother for always having her back. All it took was a quick text as she ran out the door for her to know he would back her story if her mother ever asked him about it tomorrow.

With all these thoughts still whirling through her mind, Jane collapsed down on a bus stop bench across from the Boston Four Seasons. She had been hoping to be able to run her usual loop around the city without stopping to rest, but it seemed this pregnancy thing was having an adverse affect on her endurance. As she sat on the bench trying to catch her breath, she gazed out across the street at the tall imposing building of the hotel. Most of the lights in the rooms were off by this time as the Boston visitors began to turn in for the night.

Suddenly, something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. A bright white light seemed to be gently pulsing in one of the second floor rooms. She couldn't see what the source of the light was as the curtains of the room were closed, but she trusted her instincts enough to know there was something strange about it. Then quite suddenly, the white light exploded like a bomb, filling the whole room, and then the room went completely dark.

"What the hell?" Jane said out loud as she jumped up off the bench, and found herself running across her street towards the hotel. In her gut, she knew it wasn't a bomb, as there was no sound accompanying the explosion, and there seemed to be no physical damage to the hotel. However, she still ran forwards feeling the need to investigate. Whatever had made the explosion would surely be dangerous, and she was determined to figure out what it was.

13 hours earlier

Emma Swan was in the driveway of 108 Mifflin Street bodily lifting a large suitcase into the trunk of an expensive black Mercedes. A black Mercedes Benz belonging to one Mayor Regina Mills to be specific.

"Jesus Regina, what did you put in here?" she called out to her wife who had just stepped out the front door and was now locking up the house.

"Oh, just some essentials, why?" she asked putting on her most innocent face.

"Because, your suitcase probably weighs more than I do," replied the blonde with a huff as she slammed the trunk closed and leaned back on it for a moment to catch her breath after the physical exertion. Regina just chuckled as she made her way over to the driver's side door of the car.

"What? Is loading up the suitcases to much work for you Sheriff?" she teased, "Are you feeling a little out of shape lately?"

"Haha very funny," Emma answered sarcastically, "I will have you know I am in the best shape ever," she continued, "Just yesterday, I took down Little John while breaking up a bar fight. Tackled him right down to the ground."

Little John was one of Robin Hood's Merry Men, and was anything but little. He actually reminded Emma a lot of the giant she and Hook had battled a few years ago back in the Enchanted Forest. Regina raised her eyebrows with a smirk.

"Impressive."

"Yeah, seriously," Emma laughed, "anyways shall we head out?"

"I suppose we should, I would hate to waste our whole first day driving."

The two women then climbed into their respective seats, slamming the car doors shut behind them. Regina turned her keys in the ignition, and with one last glance back at the Mayor's Mansion, the Benz pulled out of the driveway and sped off down Mifflin Street. For a few minutes they road in silence, as Emma messed around with the controls on the car's radio. When she finally found a station she approved of (an oldies classic rock station) she sat back relaxing into her seat, eyes closed, and let out a sigh.

"Do you realize this will be our first time away from Storybrooke with just the two of us since our honeymoon?" she asked.

"Indeed," the Mayor agreed, "I feel we are extremely overdue for this trip. How have we allowed an entire two years to pass without allowing ourselves a little couples retreat?"

"Hey, I remember proposing the idea multiple times in the past, but you never wanted to leave Henry," Emma defended.

"Well can you really blame me?" Regina asked glancing over at her wife. "I mean after all we have been through, don't you agree that we really needed all the time we could get to just be together and be a family?"

"You're right," the Sherriff conceded, softening. She knew being away from their son Henry was difficult for Regina, especially since Neverland. She remembered having to fight tooth and nail for Regina to agree to go on their honeymoon without bringing Henry along. In the end they had compromised, spending the first week in Paris alone, and then meeting up with Henry and her parents for a family tour of Europe.

"Do you think Henry will be alright?" Regina voiced softly, giving into her fear and vulnerability in a way she only ever let Emma see.

"Henry will be completely fine," the blonde reassured, "He is a big kid now Regina, he can take care of himself. He's in high school, and I like to think he has learned how to be responsible. I mean you seem to be fine with him driving himself all over the place, so I think we can trust him to be away from us for one week. Plus you know my parents will keep an eye on him. They won't let him blow up the house or hold any ruckus parties."

"Maybe we should have had him go stay with them while we were gone…" Regina mused.

"Regina, we've been over this. He's 16 years old, he doesn't need to be baby sat by his grandparents while we're gone. He agreed to call us every night to check in, so I think you can allow yourself to relax. He understands that we sometimes need some time to ourselves; he's not upset we left him home, and he's a good kid. He won't get into trouble while we're gone."

"I believe you, I just can't help myself from worrying," Regina gave her a soft smile; her eyes slightly clouded over with unshed tears.

"I understand." Emma reached over to squeeze her wife's free hand. "Just don't worry to much, because I have too many awesome things planned for this week for you to have time to worry," the blonde grinned across the small space.

"I'm sure you do dear," Regina finally allowed herself to chuckle. "So tell me, what exactly are we going to be doing in Boston for an entire week? You know, even though you lived there for a few years, I have still never been."

"That my darling is still a surprise," Emma sassed.

"Oh come on, I waited until the day of the trip to ask, you might as well tell me now."

"Nope, I want everything to be a new and unexpected experience for you. It will be fun. We're expanding your horizons, because as many years as you have lived and as many crazy things as you have seen, you still have been extremely sheltered while in this world. Plus it will be fun to be able to show you all my favorite places, it will just be more fun if you don't know what to expect," Emma grinned mischievously.

"Fine have it your way," Regina huffed, feigning annoyance. Emma just laughed in response before leaning over to place a gentle kiss on the Mayor's cheek.

By 1:00 pm, Regina was pulling the Benz into the parking lot of the Boston Four Seasons. She quickly made her way inside to the front desk to check into their room while Emma unloaded their luggage. They settled into their room, allowing themselves an hour to rest, before heading out on what Emma deemed "their first adventure". They spent the next few hours exploring the New England Aquarium, which as Emma predicted, was full of beautiful amazing creatures that Regina had never seen before in her life. It was the perfect day, and Emma loved spending the time watching her wife marvel at the beautiful mysteries of this world. Around 7:30 they caught their dinner reservation at Emma's favorite romantic restaurant.

The Sherriff was extremely proud of herself by the time they got back to the hotel for the night. She had successfully executed an amazing bonding day with her beautiful wife in which Regina was to distracted by all the fun they were having to remember to worry about Henry. As they were letting themselves back into the room, Henry called Regina's cell phone. Emma was happy to wander around the hotel room organizing their things and getting herself ready for bed. She listened to Regina talk excitedly to their son, asking about his day and telling him all about the cool things they saw at the aquarium. When she was finished with her conversation, Regina dutifully passed to phone to Emma and lovingly watched her as she checked in with Henry and told him goodnight.

After carefully placing the phone down on the bedside table, Emma made her way over to the former queen, who was stretched out on the bed, laying on top of the covers still wearing her power suit.

"Come here," Emma said in a low voice, reaching out to grasp Regina's hands and pulling her up off the bed. "I think," she said once Regina was standing in front of her, moving forward so there was barely any space between them, "we should take advantage of the fact that we are here alone and don't have to worry about our son overhearing anything, if you know what I mean," she continued, in her best seductive voice.

"Oh really, you think so?" replied the Mayor, raising her eyebrows and trying not to chuckle at her wife's adorable attempt at being sexy.

"mmmhmm," Emma responded, her hands now grasping Regina's upper arms as she leaned in for a soft kiss. "We can be as loud as we want tonight, and I plan to make you scream."

Regina chuckled, "not if I make you scream first dear." She recaptured Emma's lips in her own, deepening the kiss. Enjoying the feel of the Savior's tongue sliding against her own, the Mayor allowed her hands to roam Emma's body, finding their way under her tight white tank top. She felt soft hands working to unbutton her shirt as they both leaned even deeper into the kiss, allowing it to heat up. Sooner than she would like to admit, Regina found herself lying back on the bed, Emma lying flat on top of her. All of their clothing had disappeared, and they pressed close against each other, moaning into the heated kisses, hands caressing every inch of exposed skin. Then Regina noticed the white light beginning to emanate from their bodies as Emma moved to kiss her neck.

"Dammit," she muttered through labored breaths, "Magic."

"You know babe," Emma said between continued kisses, "If you were serious about the whole not doing magic here thing, we probably should have practiced controlling it a little more. I personally don't think we could prevent this even if we tried."

"You're probably right. I just hoped we wouldn't have to take the risk of someone noticing it."

Magic during love making was not a new thing for them. The combination of them both having powerful magic, their magic being boosted when they touch, and their true love creating magic of its own, made their sexual encounters inevitably explosive. This had been a bit of a problem when they first started their relationship. To say it was embracing that the entire town of Storybrooke could tell when they were having sex due to the huge explosion of light it caused was an understatement. Regina had tried to come up with a spell to block the light, but it seemed their magic was just too powerful and always broke through the barrier. They ended getting extremely thick black curtains to black out the windows of their bedroom and sometimes Regina's office to prevent anyone seeing the light show. Unfortunately the curtains of this hotel room were white and not very thick, so all they could do was hope no one walked by the window of their room.

"Regina, no one is going to be outside looking at our window at this time of night. It will be fine, just relax."

"Alright, I hope you're right," Regina replied, allowing herself once more to give into the sensations,

"I love you Emma."

"I love you too Regina."

The white light of their magic continued to pulse gently as they made love. When they finally climaxed one after the other, the light exploded as they had come to expect, and dissipated, leaving the room in complete darkness.