Title: The Family Snippets

Rating: K/K+

Disclaimer: I do not, will never, can never own Rizzoli & Isles or anything affiliated with it. (Well nothing more than silly mugs, some t-shirts, and dvd collections).

Summary: A few oneshots and snippets into the Rizzoli & Isles household based around family, children, and the like. Rizzles fluff.

Note: I had to have it done. I was chatting with my pal, Samm, and we were talking about how we just wanted Rizzles to make/have babies and all that. So I guess this is an extension of that. This will probably stem into a mutli-chaptered story as one-shots, not necessarily tied together, whenever they cross my mind. Hopefully you enjoy! I love thoughts or ideas too so send them through reviews! :) I ended up doing this at five am, so we'll see how it goes.

Seasonal Influenza

The house was surprisingly quiet.

Jane checked her watch; it was 9:11 pm. Her mouth spread into a wondering grin. Setting her keys on the counter and tossing her jacket over a chair by the kitchen island, (she knew Maura would bring it up to her later) she suddenly wondered why she heard no evidence of anyone. Odd of Maura.

Odd of the kids too.

"Hey! Anyone around to say hi to?" Jane waited for an answer, a hand on her hip.

"Sophie… Lukie?" she traversed down the hall out of the kitchen.

Maura left earlier in the day. Their daughter Sophie called from the school nurses' office complaining of a stomach ache. Jane told her to go ahead, to keep her updated on Sophie. She tried to restrain her amusement with the concerned and quizzical look on her wife's face as she pondered all of the possible explanations for Sophie's sudden illness. Jane rubbed Maura's back gently and told her that sometimes, kids just got sick. Maura came back with a trail of tongue twisting possibilities and symptoms she wished Sophie had gone into over the phone. She already had her on the nurses' line for nearly fifteen minutes.

Jane saw the living room where her son Luke usually occupied and noticed he was not there. She frowned. She saw down the hallway that Sophie's light was on.

"Guys?"

She reached the door, which had a plethora of pictures Sophie collaged, a few clippings of Red Sox stats from the newspapers, which Jane was not afraid to admit, pleased her. The ceiling fan was obviously on, since she could see through the small crack in the door, and the light lightly rippled along the carpet. Wondering, Jane pushed it open, sliding her head in to check.

She found herself grinning.

There lay Maura and Sophie on their daughter's queen sized bed, seemingly fast asleep. The blue comforter was half over Sophie's legs, her black sweatpants just peeking through. Maura lay on top of it, her body being used as a comforting system for the girl. Sophie had her headphones over her one ear, the other side lost somewhere underneath her. Jane could just make out a lulling, acoustic tune through them. Her wavy dark hair was messy in a pony, lost in the corner of her fluffy pillow. Jane hoped that this was a good sign, she was getting some sleep.

Jane's attention went to her wife who lay in all of her glamorous work attire in their twelve year old's bed. Only her heels were missing from today's attire which did not surprise Jane one bit. Maura must have been too worried and opted to lie down next to Sophie. An image of Maura softly rubbing circles on the girl's back as she must have murmured to her mom of her symptoms, and Maura whispering in intimate closeness to her small ear made Jane's chest swell. Suddenly she felt guilty for not being here to help Maura out. She took notice of the flu medicine on Sophie's cluttered bed side stand, along with a mug of organic tea, and some saltines. Jane's memory flashed in front of her, her running out to the store for more boxes of saltines whenever Maura would get sick and upset during Sophie's pregnancy.

Sophie stirred slightly, her eyebrows stitching together in a dream, and Jane watched as she snuggled up closer to Maura's side. It looked as if Maura had been holding Sophie just below her chin before they fell asleep. Her arm was just above Sophie's head across the next pillow over in a relaxed state.

Jane slipped off her shoes and walked over to the bed. Gently lifting up the comforter, she slid herself under it. Feeling the warmth of Sophie's abnormally toasty body heat under the covers made her shiver. Jane turned so she faced them both, propping herself up on her arm. She felt bad about her girl getting sick. She wished she could be sick instead. Yet, she did tell Maura that kids got sick sometimes. She had to remember that for her own comfort.

Jane lifted her arm up gently, taking her hand and moving some sweaty hair strands out of her daughter's face.

"I'm so sorry baby, I hate seeing you sick like this," she whispered in her low whisper as she gently let her thumb caress Sophie's flushed cheek. She noted that she would be giving Maura a big kiss later. Her dark eyes gently looked over her daughter's face. So beautiful, she took note of that everyday too. She noticed that sleeping on top of the headphones was probably not the best idea, so she very gently moved them from under her head, shutting off the music player it was tangled up in. Jane set them on the very edge of the bed.

"Jane?" whispered a groggy, misty voice.

"Oh, Maura. I wasn't trying to wake anybody. Just came home and everything was quiet, saw you two fast asleep."

"Oh! I didn't mean to. I suppose my lack of sleep last night coupled with the frantic events of the day caused me to slip into an accidental slumber while I was comforting Sophie."

Jane lightly snorted, "Right." She propped herself up slightly to see Maura's face better. "How's she doing? Better? Is it the flu?"

"You know I cannot confirm that, but yes… all of her symptoms seem point to seasonal influenza."

Jane sighed, "Poor thing. Must be a fever 'round 101, yeah?"

"Was 102.6 earlier. I was getting a little nervous."

"Damn."

Maura hissed, "Jane."

"Yikes, sorry." Jane suddenly frowned. "Where's Luke at?"

Maura's eyes suddenly squinted. "Perhaps the living room? We were both sitting there for a little while until I told him that I was going to stay with his sister to keep her body temperature under constant surveillance-,"

Jane heard a little mumble from Maura's side of the bed toward the floor. Maura heard it too and sat up and looked downward. Jane watched as a young face popped up by the bed.

Jane stifled a chuckle.

"Lucas," Maura questioned heavily, "What are you doing on the floor?"

His sandy brown hair was in distraught and a slight print of the pattern of the carpet was on his right cheek.

"I wanted to make sure you and Sophie were okay Mom and I didn't mean to sleep down here."

Maura's face fell into a frown. "You could've come up here, young man. There's plenty of room. However, that was quite chivalrous of you to do."

"That's something good right, mommy?"

Maura began to recite the dictionary's meaning of the word.

Jane's attention was captured as Sophie began to stir. Her eyes crept open and Jane was the first one she saw, so it was amusing when the girl's face crinkled back into confusion like she couldn't remember how she got there.

"Morning, sunshine," Jane gave her a warm grin.

"Ma? When did you get here and it isn't morning is it?" she looked worried, like she really missed something.

"No, no. It isn't morning." Jane laughed and kissed the girl's warm forehead. She pulled herself closer to Sophie to make room for the sleepy boy. "C'mon over here, my man. Lay up here with us."

Luke smiled and Maura gave him a silly pat on his behind as he crawled over her and his sister.

"I'm glad. Sophie's floor isn't comfy at all."

Welp. There goes my first Rizzles fluff/family stuff.

Thoughts are always obsessed over, appreciated and what not.

Thanks! Not sure when another will turn up, but who knows.

-Cassie