Sequel Yay! So this is gonna kinda pick up where the season did. I'm probably gonna do something similar to what I did with my Faberry story if anyone red it. AKA I will rewrite the episodes to my liking. Ok so little side note. There is gonna be some inconsistency. If anyone read the books Jane is technically the middle child. Frankie is the oldest, and the youngest is Michael, not Tommy. In the show they made Jane the oldest, followed by Frankie, and Tommy being the youngest. I know I made Frankie the youngest and Tommy the oldest. But now thinking about it, makes sense why Frankie is the older one, Italians name the first born son after the grandfather or father. Anyways, I'm keeping Tommy the oldest and Frankie the youngest just because that is how it is in my other story. Uhm… Oh and yes I am bringing Angela the nurse back. So many people seemed to like her in the first one so I will keep her in my story. Unless you don't like her and Iz, then I won't. I'm always open to suggestions and reading your thoughts and reviews always motivates me to write so much more. I will try my best to update in a reasonable time frame, but I won't make any promises. Oh and anyone following my Faberry story don't worry. I have NOT abandoned it. I have half of the next chapter written. Anyways… I think that is enough of my note. I hope you like the first chapter. It isn't really long, I apologize, but I think I've kept you all waiting long enough for the sequel.

Jane had her fingers tangled in her hair with her head down, staring at Maura's report on their most recent victim. He had been dubbed Airplane man. The residents in South Boston just heard a loud bang, and the body was splattered around the street. Jane was frustrated because based on his nationality, from the report he was mid-twenties and Hispanic, probably from South America. He was a stowaway hiding near the landing gears. Based on Maura's report he was thankfully already dead before he hit the streets of South Boston.

Jane hated having cases she couldn't solve. He found out the how and the when. She didn't know the who, and it didn't sit well with Jane. It was making her side hurt. She had been back to work for about three months, but would still have residual pain in her side. Maura kept telling her it was PTSD, and more psychological than physical. It was one of the perks of living with Maura, but sometimes also an annoyance. She loved Maura, but sometimes Jane wishes she could turn off the Google talk. Well there was one thing that works. Jane couldn't help but smile thinking about how she turns off Maura's mind.

"Detective Rizzoli?" a voice said behind Jane.

Jane released her hair and turned seeing a police officer in blue. "Yea," she replied

"There is a woman here to see you. She said you saved her life," the officer explained pointing to the woman at the entrance of the bullpen.

Jane looked past the officer over her shoulder seeing her old nurse Angela. Jane stood up with a smile on her face. "Angela," Jane exclaimed opening her arms.

Angela smiled in return walking into Jane's embrace. "How are you feeling?" Jane asked, remembering the last time she saw her nurse.

Jane wishes the memories of Angela were all happy ones, but they got to know each other under bad circumstances. Angela took care of Jane when she had shot herself going on five months ago. Jane was nearly killed again while hospitalized by an incompetent nurse and it was Angela that discovered the mistake. Unfortunately for Angela the other nurse held a grudge against her and got revenge. It was Jane's first case since she'd been shot, per Angela's request. The last time Jane saw the nurse Angela she had just woken up from a coma from being beaten by the fired nurse.

"I'm doing well. I have my good days and bad days." Angela replied

Jane motioned for Angela to sit in the chair next to her desk. "I know what you mean. So what brings you in?"

"I am the messenger," Angela pointed out. She reached into her purse and pulled out a white envelope. "We don't have your address, and Isabella insisted on invited both you and Maura."

"Invite us to what?" Jane asked taking the envelope.

She opened it seeing a nice script:

You are cordially invited to the union of

Angela Irena Scarvino

And

Isabella Maria Tambini

"Maura's going to –" Jane started after reading the invite.

"I'm going to what?" Maura interrupted, walking up behind Jane.

Jane handed Maura the invitation for her to read. "Oh my god. We have to start looking for dresses," Maura responded.

Jane rolled her eyes, and looked at Angela. "How long do you think it'll take before she notices?"

"I don't know, I mean I do look pretty different than the last time you two saw me. She'll make the connection." Angela replied.

Maura finally looked up from the invite noticing Angela sitting next to Jane's desk. "Angela, what are you doing here?"

Angela stood up and reciprocated Maura's hug. "I was the messenger. We don't have your address."

"Well here," Maura said turning her attention to Jane's desk. She grabbed a post it and scribbled down their new address.

"Thanks, I hope to see you two there." Angela said taking the post it.

"Of course," Maura said looking at the invitation again. "Wait this is next month."

"Yes," Angela replied.

"But you proposed a few months ago," Maura pointed out.

"About four," Angela corrected.

"That's pretty fast," Jane interjected.

"With everything that happened, Isabella didn't want to wait. So we pushed it up about a year. This will give us what we both want, not what our family wants," Angela clarified.

"And what is that?" Maura asked.

"A small wedding," the nurse replied, "With our immediate family and closest friends."

"You barely know us. Why do we get an invite?" Jane asked.

"Because you two feel like family. With everything that happened with you. Then with everything that happened to me. There's like a bond between us."

"Yea, I know what you mean." Jane replied. "Like Maura said we'll be there."

"Isabella will be thrilled. But still send the reply. Isabella still wants a head count. Especially since our mothers are going to be cooking for the reception. So make sure to bring your appetite."

"You've met my mother right?" Jane joked.

Angela laughed remembering Angela Rizzoli. "How can I forget. So total change of topic but I heard that you are receiving an award for your heroism."

Jane shook her head. "I'm not a hero," she muttered. "What I did was not heroic. What Maura did and what you did. That was heroic."

Angela placed a reassuring hand on Jane's arm. "You may not have saved everyone. But their deaths are not in vein. You got justice for those three people that died. And who knows how many other lives you saved by stopping Bobby. Don't beat yourself up."

"You're a really good nurse. You know that," Jane pointed out.

"Or so I've been told. Iz and I will be watching the ceremony."

"I'll do one better. You're both invited," Jane said standing pointing to Angela.

"What?" Maura and Angela said in unison.

"Yea, my family is invited. And you and Isabella are like family. You said it yourself there is a bond between us. So I'm going to go make sure you two have a spot at the ceremony. You deserve to be there as much as me."

"That isn't necessary Jane," the nurse said trying to convince the detective to not hold her a seat.

"No, I'm going to take care of it right now," Jane turned and walked out of the bullpen.

"Uhm, I was not expecting that," Angela said watching her old patient leave.

"Me either. Why don't you give me your number; because if Jane does get you a seat at the ceremony you better be there." Maura pointed out.

"I guess I don't really have a choice."