Hey guys, so this is just a little something I thought of after watching the season finale, this is just an idea of what it could be like if Jane actually is pregnant and decides to keep the baby. This is a future fic of Jane with a teenaged daughter, give it a try and tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: Nothing but my characters and plot lines belong to me.

Charlotte Rizzoli sits at the counter of Maura Isles' kitchen as her Nonna is making dinner

"Your mother is going to be home soon, is your homework done?" Charlotte is not paying attention, she is looking out the window thinking about the phone call she had earlier that day. "Charlotte!" Angela yells, now standing across the counter from Charlotte "Did you hear me?" Charlotte shakes her head slightly

"Uh, sorry Nonna, what did you say?"

"Is your homework done?" Charlotte looks down at the math worksheet long abandoned, and she shuts her binder deciding that missing one more homework assignment can't hurt her too much

"Yeah, all done." She shoves her binder into her overstuffed backpack, her transition into high school has been much harder than anticipated, and her freshman year, only just beginning has proven very difficult.

"Are you lying? Because you know Maura is going to want to check it, especially after your mother got that email from your teacher about your grades slipping." Charlotte plasters a cheesy grin on her face as she turns to face her grandmother

"Nonna, when have I ever lied to you?" Angela lets out a loud laugh as Jane and Maura walk into the house

"What's so funny?" Maura asks placing her bag down on the table

"Me." Charlotte says proudly as she gives her mother a welcoming hug

"More like your face" Jane says with a smirk as she kisses her daughter's temple, smelling her familiar sent of vanilla and powder soap. Charlotte slaps her shoulder lightly as she gathers up the rest of her things and places them by the couch

"How was your day kiddo?" Jane takes a beer from the fridge and sits at one of the empty stools at the island. Charlotte doesn't verbalize an answer, she simply shrugs. "I spend all day chasing serial killers and that's all I get?"

"Isn't another part of your job interrogation?" Charlotte raises an eyebrow, playfully challenging her mother

"Ouch. Touché little one." Charlotte laughs and takes the seat in the middle of Maura and Jane. Although Jane is her mother, Maura has always been there and Charlotte sees her as her other mother. She lays her head on Jane's shoulder and her mother runs her hand through her wild brunette curls. Charlotte lets out a deep sigh, every day that Jane comes home safe is another night that Charlotte can rest easy. Having her mother chasing around crazy serial killers and working with the most dangerous people Boston has to offer has never been something Charlotte was easily able to stomach, but has put up with, knowing that it is her mother's passion and she loves what she does.

"Time to eat!" Angela shouts as she pulls the pan of chicken out of the oven. The women start setting the table and pouring drinks and dishing up the food. Within minutes they are eating, enjoying each other's company as they often did on weeknights. After dinner, Jane and Charlotte say their goodbyes and head home.


Once back in their cozy little apartment, they both instantly go to their bedrooms to change out of their uncomfortable uniforms and work clothes into sweats, and sit down to watch the football game recorded from over the weekend. During an instant replay, Charlotte musters up enough courage to say what she has been holding in all day, internally wondering how to bring it up to her mother.

"Casey called today" Casey, although not an attentive father, called once a month to check in on his daughter. Charlotte has never met him in person, a decision made by Jane, based on his less than desirable reaction to her pregnancy.

"Oh yeah? What did he say?" Jane takes another sip of her beer and she absent mindedly runs a hand through her daughter's hair, a nervous tick she started as soon as Charlotte started growing hair

"He said he's switching bases again, that he isn't going to be able to talk for a while." Although he did not seem to want to be a father to Charlotte because he would not be able to be around for her, due to the Army, he never missed a month, not a single month went by that he did not speak to Charlotte; and the phone calls were never short, they seemed to talk for quite a while, about a lot of things. "But-" Jane turns the T.V. off and turns to face Charlotte sensing her nervousness

"What?"

"He said he's coming back to Boston, in two months, he asked if we could maybe meet up when he gets here. He said it's up to me, whatever I decide, we'll do." Charlotte spits her words out, and then makes a face like they left a bad taste in her mouth

"What did you tell him?" Jane tries to keep a neutral face and tone, not wanting to sway her daughter in one way or another; she is after all almost fifteen and more than capable of making the decision on her own.

"I didn't give an answer. He said he'll call when he gets here." Charlotte starts rubbing her hands, a habit she picked up from Jane when she was little and she saw her mother rubbing at her scars all the time. "What do you think I should do?"

"I don't know baby, this is a decision I can't make for you. Do you want to meet him?" Charlotte shrugs. Her mother asks this as if she's asking what she wants for lunch. This is a question she has been asking herself for years.

"I don't know. I mean, on one hand he is my father, at least biologically. But I like what we have now, it's different, y'know? It's kind of like having a pen pal, someone that isn't in my life everyday but I can tell stuff to…" She shakes her head causing a few rogue curls to fall in front of her chocolaty brown eyes "It's stupid."

"No, it's nice. I'm glad that you can talk to him. He always was a good listener." Charlotte always hated bringing up Casey, talking about him made her mom sad.

"I guess I just need some more time to think about it." She leans back into her mother who wraps her strong arms around her, and they watch the rest of the game in a heavy silence.


The next day is Tuesday, meaning Jane needs to get herself and Charlotte out the door early to be on time to school and work. If Charlotte is late one more time she will be written up and given detention. Charlotte, despite her many wonderful attributes has never been very dedicated in her studies and according to one of her teachers "Lacks discipline and respect for others".

"Charlotte Maura Rizzoli, let's move it! We cannot be late again!" Jane takes a sip from her oversized travel mug of coffee as she unlocks her gun from the safe. Charlotte emerges from the bathroom in her school uniform and her hair half up with a blue bow, pulled out of her face the way her mother likes it. Jane takes a moment to observe her daughter. She has grown an obscene amount in the last year, and is almost as tall as herself. Her skinny legs, exposed by her pleated skirt reveal many scars from sports injuries and

playing rough with her cousins T.J. and Lilah over the years. She is skinny, maybe a little too skinny but not from lack of appetite, the girl can eat anything. Her big, round, brown eyes are those that seem to look straight through you but contain such warmth and compassion, something Jane assumes she has picked up from Maura because she has seen the same look in her eyes. Charlotte grabs her backpack and her own mug of coffee that, despite Jane's best efforts, she still drinks and they move out the door quickly.

After fighting through city traffic for nearly half an hour, Charlotte is late to school, again. She seems unaffected by the fact that this will be her third detention within two and half months of school. She gets out of the car and runs into the school's main entrance, sending one last wave to her mother before disappearing behind the large glass doors. Jane heaves a heavy sigh and heads straight to work.


"Ms. Rizzoli!" Charlotte hears her homeroom teacher announce as she tries to sneak into the room "Thank you for joining us" Her voice is anything but sincere

"Anytime Mrs. Lang" She says coolly as she takes a seat next to her cousin and best friend Lilah, receiving a cold glare from Mrs. Lang who has quickly developed a strong dislike for Charlotte.

"You really should try to be on time, like, once." Lilah says as she draws on her hand with a black marker

"Thanks mom," Charlotte pulls out her phone and replies to a text quickly "besides, what's the point? It's not like we do anything in homeroom anyway." She gestures to the room of students talking, scribbling furiously trying to finish homework and texting. "I just don't get the point of coming in an extra half an hour early to sit. That is valuable time that I could be sleeping." This last statement earns a giggle from Lilah.

"I guess you're right." She pushes a lock of her straight blonde hair out of her face, allowing Charlotte to see what she has drawn on her hand; it's a heart with the number 43 in it. The bell rings signaling the beginning of first period, as Charlotte gets out of her seat to leave Mrs. Lang slaps a detention slip on her desk

"You better be there this time Ms. Rizzoli, this is your last chance, next time you skip out on detention we get your mother involved." Her face is stern and she glares at Charlotte over her thick framed glasses

"Yes Ma'am!" Charlotte gives a mocking salute as she follows Lilah out of the classroom.