Disclaimer: I don't own either Rizzoli and Isles nor Grey's Anatomy because, if I did, Rizzles wouldn't be implied anymore and Calzona would already have a spin-off.

Synopsis

When Constance Isles dies, she leaves her only daughter, Dr. Maura Isles, with a picture of her birth parents so she can if she wants try and find them. Will she do it? Will she be ready to do what she has always wanted to? Or will she stay within the boundaries she has set for her life and simply ignore one of her deepest desires, the desire to have a family, brothers and sisters?

Chapter One

Boston Police Department, 02/20/2011, Friday night, 12 AM, EDT.

Detective Jane Rizzoli sat in front the computer at her work desk biting her bottom lip. She wasn't sure this was such a good idea anymore. Actually, she wasn't even sure how she was going to do it. Frost was just so much better at this than she was. She took a sip of her lukewarm coffee. She was going to do it. She had to for the sake of her best friend.

She opened her purse and took out of it one of the two pictures she had snuck in there earlier that day when she was over at Maura's house. It was a rather fading picture of a woman with brownish straight locks and expressive hazel eyes. If the Detective was being honest with herself, the woman looked a bit scary. When she took a better look, she was able to recognize a few of Maura's features on the woman, such as her elegant nose, the arch of her eyebrow. Maur's mom, she thought to herself. She scanned the picture and put it on the database for face recognition in hopes that she could at least find out who this woman was. Constance said that she never had any information about the birth parents because it was a closed adoption, but she had managed to get a picture of each of them in case Maura ever wanted to know who they were.

Maura had always wanted to know who they were. She had just never told Constance that.

While the program was doing its thing, searching for any matches to that face, Jane opened up her purse again to take the other picture out. This one was of a man in uniform – Marines, if she wasn't mistaken – and he had graying hair, a hardened face of a man whom had seen combat one too many times, but it was the way his eyes stared back at her, the same way Maura's stared back at her when she wanted to comfort Jane because of some difficult situation – intense, although soft. Loving. Definitely Maur's dad.

Maura didn't know she was doing this. Her best friend had no idea. She had no idea that her adoptive mother had always held the key to the secrets she always wanted to discover; she had no idea that her own best friend – Jane's heart fluttered guiltily with that thought – had stolen the pictures her deceased mother had given her so she could run them in a database to find out who they were; and she had no idea why Jane was doing it.

I have to do it for Maur, the brunette sighed heavily. I can't watch her suffer anymore than she already is.

Because Jane knew what her friend would want to do. She knew Maura would want to find out her biological parents and go after them, go ask them why they had left her. Why they didn't love her. Why was she so disposable. You're not disposable, the Detective found herself arguing with her imaginary Maura. And I love you. She also knew what Maura would want out of her biological parents, even if the blonde denied. She would want the love she was neglected. She would want acceptance for who she was.

She couldn't let her go after them unprepared. She had to make sure they wouldn't treat Maura with anything less than the upmost respect and love that she deserved. So unlike her adoptive parents.

Jane rubbed her eyes tiredly. It wasn't time to argue with herself about her unconfessed feelings for her best friend. She ran the picture in Frost's computer so she could find a match more quickly. She looked at the time and noticed it was just about 2:30 AM. The Detective was exhausted. It was time to take a nap while the computer database did its magic.

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U.S Marine Corps HQ in Afghanistan, 02/21/2011, Saturday morning, 11:00 AM, AFT.

Sergeant Major of the Marine Corps Timothy Aaron Robbins frowned when he looked at the computer screen he was working on the HQ. He had a down week and was sent back to the HQ in Kabul so he did the regular office work thing while at the same time checking in the tabs he kept on his family.

His frown was because the tab opened under his father's name, Colonel Daniel Nicholas Robbins, indicated that his files were currently being scanned by a computer in Boston Police Department.

"Boston?" he murmured, "What the hell?"

He clicked on the occurrence and noticed that the computer was logged under the name of Detective Jane C. Rizzoli, Homicide Detective. Homicide?! Despite his military training, he couldn't help his heart but beating erratically. What was happening? If something had happened, he would have known by now. Of course he would have. So what has happening? He checked all the other tabs and they all looked normal. His frown deepened. What was going on?

The reddish blond, broad shouldered Marine sat straighter on his desk when he did his own digging on this so called Detective. Most of her files were unavailable – he made a mental note to ask for one the techs to help him with that later – but he was able to find some interest headlines about her. From what he could gather, there wasn't anything wrong this woman. She was a freaking hero. So why was she snooping his father's personal information? Such things weren't just lying around for anybody to see. This woman was doing some deep digging and she was doing it on a borderline illegal way.

He started his own deeper digging, but not before he locked whatever files on his family he could so the Detective couldn't have any access to them.

After a couple of hours, Timothy sighed heavily. He still had no idea what was happening and there was nothing more he could do from Afghanistan. It was time he paid a visit back to the US.

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Apartment complex in front of Seattle Grace's hospital, apartment 502, 02/21/2011, Saturday morning, 1:30 AM, PDT.

Arizona Robbins shuddered as a hot trail of open mouth kisses were being left along her torso, her panties already soaked. She was biting hard on her bottom lip to avoid letting go the moan she wanted because her girlfriend's apartment walls were bloody thin and she didn't wanted any peeping toms overhearing their bedroom activities.

"You can let go, you know," said the husky voice of the goddess between her legs, her hot breath making her shudder again. "Mark's on-call tonight."

"Oh, thank God," the blonde moaned out loud, feeling a smirk against her thigh as her now ruined panties were being pulled down her legs, "You can stop teasing me now, Calliope."

"I don't know what you're talking about, sweetness," the brunette remarked slyly, kissing each inner thigh in an alternating manner.

Sharp blue eyes narrowed into playful brown ones, "Shut up and just-oh!" she interrupted her own sentence with a high pitched squeal because of the wonders happening between her legs.

Pregnancy hormones were being very good to them; up until now, there wasn't a moment between them that wasn't filled with high sexual tension. She wasn't sure if it was only pregnancy hormones or if Callie was still afraid she would leave for Africa again. That wasn't important. The important thing was that she had heard a heartbeat and she was in this for good and there was not a chance in hell that she was leaving her woman and her baby behind ever again.

The peds surgeon was feeling heat coiling in her lower stomach, a telltale sign that her relief was soon to come. And when it came, of course, it was explosive. Callie always did very good things with her tongue.

"That was..." Arizona said breathless.

"I know," the brunette replied cockily, a smirk playing on the plump lips that were now trailing kisses back up her body. "I'll let you recover before you can repay me," a dazzling smile took over the Latina's face when she reached her lover's face, leaning in for a deep kiss.

The blonde hummed at the taste, already feeling strong enough to do so, except her actions were stopped by the sound of her iPad signaling an incoming call. She refused to focus on it, though, focusing instead on the gorgeous woman's breasts she was currently nibbling.

"Arizona…" Callie's voice, husky with arousal, was enough to make the other woman wet again. "The iPad's ringing."

"I don't care," came the muffled reply.

"You know the only people who ever call you on the iPad," the brunette reminded her, although she didn't really wanted her girlfriend to stop at all.

"Ugh," Arizona groaned, lifting her head and putting on her girlfriend's shirt that she had taken off almost half an hour ago. "Way to kill the mood, Calliope," she said grumpily.

The only people whom ever called her on her iPad were her parents and her brother. Since she had just talked to her parents this afternoon, she found it was hard for it to be them, so the only choice left was her brother. And she couldn't ignore her brother whom was in Afghanistan during war just so she could have hot sex with her even hotter girlfriend. She also couldn't even fathom sexy thoughts while her brother was calling. That was just wrong in so many levels.

Just when the call was about to end, she clicked the button to accept it, "You do know what time it is here, don't you, Timothy?" she said grumpily, narrowing her eyes at the webcam.

"Oh, gross, Arizona! Answering your calls whilst in the middle of sex?" Timothy snapped his eyes shut; refusing to look into his sister's flushed face and mused hair.

"Don't be such a baby, we're not in the middle of it!" the blonde snapped, feeling very hot and bothered, therefore, with no time to deal with anything interrupting her.

"Arizona, be nice," Callie husked into her ear, leveraging on the fact that the other Robbins' eyes were shut to bite on the available earlobe before calling out, "Hey Tim!"

"Hey, Cal," the Marine called back, "Are you two decent?"

The brunette snatched a nearby shirt before answering, "Yeah, we're decent."

Peeking with one eye only, he visibly sighed in relief before relaxing in his chair, "Good night."

"You called to say goodnight?" the peds surgeon snapped again, feeling a pinch to her thigh before biting her lip, "Good night, big bro."

"I call with news," Timothy smirked, knowing very well what made her sister play nice with him. When his sister just stared him down waiting for the news, he completed, "I'm going home."

"What, seriously?!" Arizona yelped excitedly, almost forgetting about the sheet keeping her brother in the dark about the fact that she was naked from the waist down.

"Seriously!" his excitement matched her own, dimples popping on his tanned cheek. "So, can you pick me up at the airport a week from now?"

"You're coming to Seattle? Why?" the blonde asked suspiciously. Usually they just met up at their parents when the Marine came home.

"I have some stuff I need to do before we can go home," he said vaguely, making his sister even more suspicious.

Sensing they were about to enter an endless debacle – both Robbins could be very stubborn when it came to wearing one of the other down – Callie interfered, adding her megawatt smile just because, "We'd be happy to pick you up at the airport, Tim. It's our day off."

"Thank you, Callie," he said charmingly while his sister just huffed. "Oh, get that look off your face, butterfly. I'll leave you to your sex now."

Arizona managed to flip him off and yell at him to be safe and that she loved him before the call disconnected, "Am I the only one thinking this is weird?"

"That your brother interrupted us having sex to announce he's coming back?" her girlfriend retorted. "The time difference it's pretty big, sweetness. He might have forgotten for a bit," she nuzzled a creamy neck, leaving a lingering kiss for good measure.

"Still," the blonde sighed, leaning her head to the side so the brunette could have better access to her neck. "It was weird. He was acting weird."

"You wanna discuss this now? Or do you prefer to pick up where we left off before the call?" the suggestive tone was enough to get them back where they were just a couple of minutes before.

Hardly did Arizona knew that things were about to get as weird as they could.