"Take him into interrogation" Jane ordered Frankie as her little brother led their scumbag suspect through the precinct. With any luck they had caught the rapist and murderer terrorising Boston and they could put this case to rest. There was nothing worse than rapist cases in Jane's opinion especially when she saw her own daughter's face every time she looked at a victim.
"Uh Jane?" Frankie chuckled as he looked through the window of the interrogation room and saw his 15 year old niece inside. "You might want to help clean up in here first..."
"What?" she sighed and pulled herself away from the chair she'd just sat down in. Planning to let the guy sit alone for awhile and just think, Jane had to throw that tactic out the window. Making her way past the sleazy suspect, Jane looked through the window and sighed. She opened the door and waved in the hope to get her daughter's attention "Is...Isabel...Isabel Rizzoli"
The fifteen year old jumped as her mother barked her full name. Pulling her earphones out of her ears, she grinned "Hey Mom"
"What are you doing here?"
"In this room or in this building?"
"Isabel..."
"I finished school early; Dad cancelled our plans so I came here, I saw Grandma down in the cafe, she said you were out on a case so I came upstairs and it was quiet in here. Did you know Korsak sings to the radio when no-one is in the office?"
"Take a breath Is" Jane laughed. Isabel had picked up her grandmother's talent of talking for lengthy periods of time without taking a breath. "I need you to go sit at my desk to finish your homework ok?"
"But Korsak sings..."
"Korsak won't sing just come on... please?"
"Do you have a suspect?" the fifteen year old asked curiously as she tried to peer past her mother to look. Stepping in the way, Jane gave Isabel the classic Rizzoli 'do it now' stare. Isabel packed up her books, picked up her bag and walked to the door "Who died? Can I go down and watch the autopsy?"
"It's times like this when I wish you were more like your father than you are like me"
"Please?"
"My desk, go"
"Party pooper"
"Yeah Mom, you're a party pooper" the rape suspect hissed as he finally caught a glimpse of Isabel. Taking a deep breath, he leant forward trying to get a whiff of the teenager's perfume. Young was his favourite kind of girl. Frankie slammed the scumbag against the wall as Jane pulled Isabel closer to her body "But she smells so good" he chuckled "And I just love Mom and daughter. My favourite two course meal..."
"Oh that is just fowl and disgusting" Isabel growled and tried to step toward the sleazy man who was still eyeing Jane and her daughter up but Jane held her back.
"And I like 'em with a bit of fire in 'em"
Isabel fought her mother a little harder to break free but Jane wouldn't let go. Frankie began to push the man into the interrogation room but he resisted with all his energy. He loved stirring up the detective and her daughter. Frankie pushed harder and got the scumbag away from his family. Handling him a little rougher than he was supposed to, Frankie didn't care especially when this guy was harassing his niece.
"On second thoughts, can you go down to the cafe to finish your homework?" Jane asked Isabel as they walked away from the interrogation room. The further away Jane could get her daughter the happier she was. "I don't want you here when he gets taken to lock up"
"Gladly"
"I'll be down in a little while ok?"
Jane kissed Isabel's forehead softly before taking a deep breath. She didn't want to walk into that room especially when that low life had the image of her daughter in his sick and twisted mind.
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"Hey is this my half?" Jane chuckled as she sat down across from her daughter and picked up the half fluff and peanut butter sandwich. Ever since Isabel was a toddler, she and her mother always shared that kind of sandwich. It had been a ritual for them for so long that they just didn't stop it. "Why is there a bite missing?"
"That was Uncle Frankie. I told him that if he wanted to keep his hand that he had to drop the sandwich and ask Grandma to make him his own" Isabel giggled and nudged her Uncle who had been sitting with her since Jane took over in the interrogation room earlier. After listening to that creep, Frankie just needed to be around his family even if it meant helping with 10th grade algebra homework
"The kid was serious, I was a little scared"
"That's my girl" the detective smiled and took a bite of the sweet sandwich.
Jane never wanted to be like every other girl in her class at school but she was 16, in love and pregnant before she could even realise what was happening. Doing her best to stay in school, Jane wouldn't have been able to graduate if her family hadn't been so great. Even as teenagers, Frankie and Tommy had always been good with Isabel not to mention Angela. Jane's mom was outraged at the idea that her 16 year old daughter would be a mother herself but as soon as she saw little Isabel, she melted into the adoring grandmother.
Determined not to be just another stereotype, Jane joined the police force like she had always dreamed and worked her way up to detective. It may have been a couple years later than she had originally planned but she worked hard to get where she was as a homicide detective and a mother. Isabel turned out to be the best thing to ever happen to the young Italian.
"So what is this about your Dad cancelling your plans? You're not staying with him tonight?" Jane asked as she took a sip of her daughter's soda
"Will that ruin your date night Mom?" Isabel smirked knowing that her mother had a double date planned with her best friend Maura that night "The only night's you want me to stay with Dad are the night's you have a date and that's not very often"
"Hey..."
"What's his name?"
There was a long silence before Jane gave in "Jorge"
"Hor-hay?" she giggled.
"Yes but I'm not going..."
"You are going on this date tonight Jane" Maura insisted after overhearing the last of the conversation as she walked into the cafe. Craving a strong dose of caffeine, the medical examiner was delighted to see the Rizzoli family gathered. They were the closest thing she had ever come to real warm and caring family.
"But I can't now. Isabel..."
"Isabel will hang out with Uncle Frankie" the teenager cut in before quickly turning to her uncle "That's ok isn't it?"
"Of course it is" Frankie smiled. Anything to get him out of patrol. He just wanted to go home, order pizza and watch the game "I recorded the Sox game"
"Perfect" Maura chuckled and looked to her best friend who was not happy. Her one salvation was quickly diminished. She'd much rather eat takeout and watch a baseball game than dressing up for a date with a guy in her yoga class.
"You two planned this didn't you?" The detective growled playfully as she stared down her giggling daughter and smirking best friend. They may not have planned it exactly but the whole situation definitely worked out well in their favour. Any opportunity for them to torture Jane was a day well spent. Just as Maura was going to make a 'Google-esque' comment like she usually did, both her and Jane's cell phones began to ring.
"Rizzoli"
"Isles"
"Ok I'll be right there"
"I'm on my way"
Jane and Maura hung up almost simultaneously after their phone calls. Both were needed at a crime scene to investigate another girl found dumped after a rape and murder. It dug their creepy little suspect deeper into trouble if his DNA popped up at this crime scene.
"Go catch the bad guy..." Isabel smiled knowing exactly what phone calls beginning with 'Rizzoli' meant.
"Before I go tell me why your Dad cancelled. I will stay with you tonight if you want ok?
"No go on your date with Hor-hay" the teenager smiled slightly "You haven't spoken to Dad at all lately?"
"No..."
"Maybe you should call him"
"Isabel..."
"He cancelled tonight because he has a meeting with the Governor. He just took the job as your new Lieutenant" Isabel said just loud enough for her mother to hear. Cowering away slightly at the sight of Jane's face, Isabel feared the reaction.
"He what?"