Disclaimer: I do not own Rizzoli & Isles, someone else does. I thank you for creating these great characters for me to use in my own creative ways.
It had happened again. Summer came and they'd easily slipped into the familial roles. The first sign came the very first night at story time. The little voice softly asking for story time to take place in the big bed, with everyone. After three stories all little bodies were safely tucked into their beds. A DVR'd movie, a glass of wine, and a bottle of beer were shared on the living room sofa.
Morning brought early risers and animal shaped pancakes. Soft apologies whispered in Italian, from Grandmother to eldest grandchild, for missing their home coming. Even softer assurances that the ladybug pancakes were good enough of a welcoming. Several conversations at the table, one spoken in French, their family was intact once again.
Days were filled with family fun. Sometimes everyone together, other times with a couple on their own. Nights passed with family meals, movie nights, and "please, just one more story". No thoughts to what happened when summer ended.
A long day spent at an amusement park ended with sleeping kids and the first night alone in weeks. A glass of wine and a bottle of beer accompanied the two women as they sat on the couch, soft music playing in the background. A soft whisper of, "We should pick some of this stuff up", was given a sleepy reply of, "Mm, tomorrow".
The trip back to the master bedroom was made half an hour later. Short stops to peek into each room, making sure everyone was still safe in their beds. One shower and two changes of clothes lead to both women settled in the large bed. It wasn't long before they were both asleep.
Time seemed to pass even faster after that. A sad face appeared on the eldest's face, but the words refused to pass her lips. Summer was ending, time was running out. In a few short days time they would no long be a family. Their home would grow quiet, and feel more like a house.
Two nights before they were separated the unthinkable happened. The eldest, the beautiful smart pre-teen ran away, leaving only a note: I don't understand why we're only a family eight weeks out of a year. I won't go back and she won't let me stay. I'm sorry, Lexi.
Calls of her name were unreturned. The trip to her room was made while everyone else gathered in the dining room. The multiple conversations were cut short when the scream echoed throughout every inch of the home: Jane!
I hope you liked. I may write a second chapter. Thanks for reading.