Jane's POV
We were waiting on two feds that stated they needed to speak with us about a case. I couldn't care less. I just wanted them to hurry up and talk with us and go so that I could be with my beautiful wife. I still can't believe that Dr. Maura Isles agreed to marry me six months ago. I sit back on our couch at our home reminiscing in thought of Maura.
"What are you thinking about Jane?" Maura asks me from the kitchen.
"I'm not thinking about anything. Why do you presume I am?" I ask her and jump up to meet her in the kitchen.
"I don't presume anything that would be an assumption and we both know I don't make assumptions. But based on the facts that you were sitting on our couch with your head back and a smile across your face one could see based on the facts that you are either asleep or lost in thought. So I asked what you were thinking to test my hypothesis of you being asleep or in thought. When you answered not in your sleepy tone, it confirmed my hypothesis that you were in fact thinking." Maura spouts out to me while grabbing me into a hug.
I give little kisses to her. "Alright, you got me" I confirm to my best friend "I was thinking about us and how thankful I am that Ma is out of town for the weekend."
I lean in and kiss Maura passionately. One kiss leads to another and before I know it I am untucking her shirt and running my hands under her blouse.
"Jane…" Maura sighs out as she pulls away.
I stop and look at her. Lust has darkened her green eyes and I know that she desperately wants more. I lean back in trying to reconnect and begin again. Maura pushes me away gently.
"Jane, we don't have time right now our guests will be here any minute." She says sweetly while tucking her blouse back into her skirt then smoothing out her skirt.
I groan in contempt and go plop back down on the couch. Maura comes up behind the couch and leans into my neck and ear.
"But my love, I promise I will make up for it" she whispered into my ear before kissing my ear and giving my ear a quick nibble.
Before I got the chance to grab her and kiss her the doorbell rings. Maura glides over to the door and opens it. I stand up to welcome the agents into our home. Maura shows them in to the living room. I notice how the man walks behind his partner protectively ushering her in. They are obviously a couple.
"Good evening ladies. This special agent Jonathan Winchester" he reached out his hand and shakes both mine and my wife's hand, "and I am special agent Elizabeth Walker." Agent Walker extends her hand to us as well.
"Good evening. It is very nice to meet both of you." Maura states to them. "I am Dr. Maura Isles and this is my wife Detective Jane Rizzoli"
"Hi." I say to them.
Maura urges them to sit down in the living room. She comes and sits down beside me. I grab her hand and smile at her.
"If you don't mind my asking, are you Elizabeth Walker from the Walker foundation in Texas?"
"Yes ma'am I am." Agent Walker states.
"Your family helped to open many medical facilities in poverty ridden countries, provided homeless people across the nation with residences and medical treatment, and lead the way in finding a cure for countless diseases. As well as being advocates of pro adoption through the foster care systems of older children. Your family has made a large contribution to medical research in order to help find a way for same sex couples have biological children." Maura said to her.
"Yes ma'am. You're right the Walker foundation has done all of those things since it began."
"No, not all of them. I researched the Walker foundation. It has been around for approximately fifteen years. Your parents started it. But your parents passed when you were sixteen and you have been the head of the foundation for almost 9 years now." Maura states to her. I clear my throat and look at Maura so she would stop so not to upset the young woman.
"What can we do for you agents?" I ask calmly.
Neither of them answers immediately. Instead they look at each other and grow uncomfortable. Agent Walker seems to be wringing her hands together. She quickly strokes her hand through her jet black hair. Agent Walker seems very nervous. Maura and I exchange a quick glance at one another expressing concern.
"Uh… well we have a case that I would… I mean we would like to consult with you on." Agent Walker finally gets out. She stretches out her hand looking for her partners. He quickly grabs her hand and gives it a quick kiss.
"Agent Walker and I are also married. We want to say thank y'all for seeing us tonight. It is pretty important especially to my darling wife. So thank y'all." Agent Winchester states to us.
"Well that is great. So you each kept your own name?" Maura asked while going to get the coffee she had made for this visit. Obviously trying to ease the tension Agent Walker was having.
"Yes and no ma'am. I took his last name in most regards but in working I chose to stay a Walker." Agent Walker states.
"I did the same. I love being a Rizzoli however it is better in our professional world for me to keep my maiden name." Maura spills out.
"Agent Walker" I begin.
"Please call us Elizabeth and Jon Luke." Elizabeth says to us.
"Alright Elizabeth, what is going on that the Feds need to consult with a detective and a medical examiner?"
Elizabeth puts her head into her hands. She takes a deep breath and looks up right at Maura and me.
"Jon Luke and I aren't here on official FBI business per se. I don't know that y'all know my background or not. But my parents were murdered about two months after I graduated high school. I had graduated early and was only sixteen years old. I was adopted and my parents loved me more than anything. When I was about 10 I noticed I looked different than my blonde hair blue eyed mom and dad. They explained to me I had been adopted and told me about my biological mom. They didn't know my biological dad. Well turns out he was a pretty piss poor guy. He ended up finding me when I was fourteen and tried to kid nap me. He got away but continued to contact me, saying he was coming to take me home, regularly." Elizabeth paused.
I was very concerned that this poor young woman had lived through that. I could not fathom how hard it was for her. I then started to think about what was going on in my life when I was fourteen. I shuddered at the thought. There were things in my past that even Maura did not know about. They were mainly because I had not thought about them in years. I pushed it all away. Elizabeth looks at me before continuing her heart wrenching story.
"My senior year he sent me a note stating he was going to take me home for good. I ignored it and gave it to my parents who gave it to the police. Nothing ever happened so we let it go. I graduated high school and had been packing to go to college with Jon Luke. He had graduated too. We were going to the University of Arkansas. It was a great choice because it had a law program that I was excited to go through and he was going to play football. I went away one weekend and came home on Sunday to find my parents brutally murdered. There was blood everywhere. This man had dismembered my parent's bodies and wrote all over our walls in their blood about blood is thicker than water and he was coming to get me. He was still waiting in my home and even though I had called the police he took me. The cops found me rather quickly and I wasn't hurt. He was arrested and put in jail. We were lucky enough to live in Texas so he was put on death row. But he has since escaped."
"Oh no, are you in danger? Do you know how he escaped?" Maura asks Elizabeth with great concern in her voice.
"No she isn't in any danger. We do know that he was pen pals with an inmate a quite some time. They wrote each other monthly until that inmate's death. The FBI asked for all correspondence between the two that the prisons had. The inmate was in Boston. His name was Charles Hoyt. We know that you both had a past with him and we needed information. It is one of the reasons we are here."
Maura became very alarmed. She did not like when Hoyt was brought up. It was for her sanity and mine. Hoyt took so much from me, from us. I began rubbing the scars on my hands. I knew my face had to have a grimace on it.
"Why else are you?" I spoke out hoarsely trying desperately not to show my fear or anger.
"My biological mother is in danger. He sent me a letter stating that he was going to take my parents from me. He assumes that I had reached out to my biological mother when he murdered my parents. I didn't because I didn't know how to. Now I have to reach out to her so I can help keep her safe."
"What is her name maybe we know her?" Maura offers to Elizabeth. If anyone knows how to tell their biological mom they have a child it is Maura.
"You do know her." Elizabeth said with tears in her eyes. That is when I saw the resemblance.
"No." I said in a whisper.
"Jane, I'm sorry. I didn't know how else to…" Elizabeth spoke but I interrupted her.
"No. There is no way. He was put away for rape. It can't be. You can't be." I was spiraling out of control. Maura grabbed onto me as I tried to walk away.
"I'm sorry Jane. I'm sorry. I know you never wanted to meet like this. But you are my mom. I can't lose you too." Elizabeth cries out. She jumps up and tries to talk to me.
"Liz don't. If she doesn't wanna admit it, then she won't." I hear Jon Luke say to Elizabeth.
I turn to see her wriggle out from his grip he had on her. She walks towards me. Elizabeth is crying and I'm trying to push my feelings aside.
"Jane, I am your daughter. I mean look at me." She said to me and motioned down.
I did. I looked at her hard. She had my hair, my skin tone, and my mothers' green eyes. But she also looked like him, but not much. It was far more evident of her Rizzoli background than that horrible man that raped me. She was so beautiful. I was so angry. I didn't know what to do.
"Jane? Jane?" I could hear Maura yelling after me as I climb up stairs.
I get into our room and sit on the bed. I put my head into my hands and I cry. How often had I thought of the beautiful little girl that I brought into the world? I had thought of her for so long. Then one day I stopped. I told myself it wasn't something to continue to mourn. I was too young to be a mother. My own mother had helped me make sure that she would be taken care of. I knew it hurt my mother just as much as it did me.
I wanted to get up and go back downstairs. I wanted to tell that young woman that I loved her so much. But I couldn't I did the exact same thing to her that Hope had done to Maura. I eventually lie on my side and wait. Maura would eventually come up and want to talk about it. I could continue to deny everything or I could tell her. I need to tell her.