He walks the streets of Boston. Impressed by the gait he is presenting upon the pavements. He walks the streets of Boston, with a bottle of wine and a bouquet of flowers; armed to surprise and entice a woman. He walks the streets of Boston, up the steps to her house and he rings the bell.
The door opens.
He is socked in the eye.
As his vision clears, he notes that his assailant's being held down by none other than, Jane's best friend, the medical examiner - Maura Isles.
His ego's bruised, and so is his jaw. His mission is to surprise Jane, not to be assaulted by her second or her third brother. He does not trifle with unneeded details; it's not a part of his designated mission. He addresses the medical examiner. "Doctor Isles, is Jane in?"
"She's out at the store and no, you're not welcomed here." She steps between him and the house; his assailant – that scruffy looking broad-shouldered man, as he describes in his mind – backs her up.
"Then I'll wait here, I'm sure she'll want to see me," he curtly responds.
"Maura!" He turns towards the shout. He sees Jane's beaming smile, and watches as she bounds up the steps to stand next to the medical examiner.
"Casey." Jane addresses him.
"Jane," he hands her flowers along with his slick well-practiced smile, "The operation's a success and I've come back for you."
Jane declines his flowers. "Frankie, go on inside. Tell Ma I'll be in soon, with Maura." Jane beckons his assailant away and looks to the medical examiner, asking her if she'll stay.
"What do you want Casey?" Jane directs a question at him.
"To pick up where we left off Jane. Surprise!" He smiles. With hands raised, bearing gifts.
"Have you checked any of your emails Casey? Have you read any of your texts or letters or even listened to your voice mails?"
He shakes his head; he hasn't. He never bothers to. There's no need to. The army knows that he was away for his operation.
"Exactly the point Casey. No contact, no correspondence; none whatsoever. I'm not Jane sit here and wait for mister oh I need someone to take care of me Rizzoli anymore. I got blindsided by feelings I used to have for you. We were young, we were in high school. Everything felt real and important. I thought I fell in love with you, when we met again, when you returned. The remnants of those feelings returned and I thought that I was in love with you Casey, but no Casey, I'm not. When you left, sure, I felt sad, I felt abandoned. Then I felt as I should have felt, relieved. You walked out and missed out Mr. Jones. We're through and if you had bothered at all to converse with me once in a while, you'll have known. So no, there is no where we left off. It's simply where you think you left a prize behind to claim later on but that prize of yours, is not for claiming and even if she was a prize, she'll never be yours," Jane takes the medial examiner's hand and he understands.
"You and Maura?" He yells - he is angry, he has been cuckolded, "That's just ludicrous."
"What's ludicrous Casey?" Jane challenges.
"Well, that you're choosing to be with someone like her! A her! She'll never be able to give you a family!" He retorts, he snorts.
"You listen well Casey. This woman here, is twice the person and so much more than you can ever be. She doesn't need to impregnate me to give me a family. She stays each day and night, by my side. She tells me good morning and she wishes me good night. She holds me through my tears, and she walks with me through my fears. She tells me that I'm somebody, and she shows me my worth. She doesn't up and leave me just because she thinks that some part of her stops working and she no longer deserves me. She lets me take care of her, she lets me love her, and she does the same for me. Maybe more, maybe better than I'll ever be able to do for her, but what we have is a partnership. We are in this together. She is not a choice, not an option, not a prize. She's a person who chose and chooses to spend her time and her life with me, a person who lets me do the same with her. She is Maura Isles, a woman, a person, whom I love and just by being her, she has already given me a family. So you listen well Casey. If you go at her again, you'll regret it." Jane glares at him. "You can come at me all you want to, because yes, this is all new information to you but if you come at her again, you will regret it."
He backs down. It is strategically unsound to pit myself against all that trouble for a woman, he tells himself, even if it's Jane. Still, he's a douche, a petty douche. He tosses the flowers at Jane's feet and sends the bottle towards its untimely end.
They step back.
"We won't be seeing you again mister phallus-shaped anatomy," the medical examiner says, "Please leave.
He turns to go.
The door closes behind him and he slips on the remnants of wine. He curses. Surprise indeed.
A/N: Hi there, thank you, for the time~
I wrote this back then, for the week themed 'Surprise' and, I might have felt very strongly against something and for something, and so, things needed to be expressed. Not to seem too harsh of course, in the story, especially that particular bit...but, anyway, it's a relationship, a partnership - not someone always giving, and someone always taking. If you know what I mean. Hmm. Thank you, for the time=)
