A/N yeah, yeah, the fic writes itself after the summer finale. This is just…well, I don't know where it came from. I have all these other things I've been working on, including this long epic dark thing, but damn that finale. It was like, designed for dozens of fics of domestic bliss involving Jane, Maura, and the Rizzoli kid. I'm honestly surprised that this site isn't already bursting at the seams with them.

"He's so small." It was amazing, really, the effect that having a newborn thrust in front of her had. She didn't know where the hell these protective feelings had come from, she just knew that no matter what she wanted to protect this child, keep him safe, and make sure that everything good happened to him. She could see ten tiny fingers, five of which reached up to wrap around one of her fingers, and it caused a sudden lump in her throat. But she was Jane Rizzoli, fearless detective. She did not cry when her nephew, or brother, whatever this thing was reached out to her. The little lips twisted up into a smirk of sorts, and with the deep brown eyes, there was no doubt that this child was a Rizzoli.

"Can I-" Maura didn't even need to finish the question before she was handing the child off, the sudden realization of what had just happened hitting her.

"What the hell – leaving a kid on your doorstep, after everything that happened, what the hell are we supposed to do –" She looked at the small baby carrier that the child had come in still sitting in the hallway, and up at her mother, hoping that Angela could come up with something.

"Well according to the Massachusetts safe haven laws, she can do this no questions asked." Maura said softly, rocking the baby in her arms. "I am a doctor, and you are a police officer, and she can leave the child with either of us without any questions." She froze, unsure of what to do.

"Yeah, but those laws, like, expect us to give the kid up to the system or something." She knew one thing, she'd seen enough foster kids grow up to be junkies, hookers or worse. There was no way that she was going to submit a child to that. And there was definitely no way in hell she was going to put a Rizzoli child through that. Even Tommy would be a better parent than putting this kid in the system.

"Well, I may have a bassinet I bought still in the guest house, and some formula and diapers. I could bring that here for the night. It's too late to do anything else." She sighed at her mother's suggestion, knowing that Angela was right. She didn't even want to know why Angela had a bassinet after she'd shoved all the baby shower shit at Lydia's mother, but she was rather glad. "C'mon Janie, help me move that stuff here."

"But-" she attempted to protest, until Maura nodded at her. Maura looked so calm with the child. So contented. So – everything. Like she was born to do that, sit on a couch, with a tear-streaked face, holding a baby. And after the day they'd had, she wasn't going to second-guess what Maura wanted. If Maura wanted a screaming, crying, shit-machine in the house, she'd gladly bring the bassinet over. She trudged over to the guest house, finding a bag to shove the formula and diapers in before carrying everything back, surprised when Maura told her to set everything up in the master bedroom.

To be honest, it wasn't someplace she'd seen that often. Normally the only time she spent in there was used to shake Maura awake when the ME had her phone off and they had a case. Usually it was done in pitch blackness, and she'd never really taken a good look around. She was surprised at just how subdued the room was. Calming. Quieting. The perfect place to stick a newborn, really. She went back down the stairs to see Maura sitting on the couch, gently cooing at the kid. It looked so natural. So perfect. And she found her breath catching and her feet stilling, content just to watch the scene of domestic bliss in front of her.

Her mother looked up at her, smiling softly, and she really didn't like the look in her mother's eyes. She knew that look. She knew she was about to be talked into something that she didn't really want to do. "So," She said, breaking the serene silence. "What're we going to do with, y'know." She nodded at the kid in Maura's arms.

"Well, raise him, of course." Her mother said, and she rolled her eyes.

"Ma-cop." She pointed at herself. "Frankie, cop. Tommy, colossal fuckup. Dad, gone. Who the hell is supposed to raise this kid?" She really didn't like the look Maura gave her.

"Jane, he needs a family." She closed her eyes waging a war within herself. She knew Maura was right. It wasn't fair to the kid to grow up without anyone to love him. And she was his aunt, sister, whatever. She sulked over to the carrier that the kid had been dropped off in and rummaged through it, hoping for some sort of note or something.

"She didn't even name him. There's no birth certificate, nothing. She popped him out and ran off."

"Well he needs a name." Angela said, looking between the two of them.

"Yeah, burden." She spat back, earning her two reproachful glares. "Fine. Pick something." Angela and Maura, however, when put on the spot, drew a blank.

"Well Thomas and Francesco are out." Angela said, earning an uneasy smile. "Not going to name a child after a father when we don't even know who it is."

"First thing tomorrow, we're going to the crime lab and figuring out who to dump that kid on. What about Cormac?" She suggested, and Maura bristled for a second, before looking down at the kid thoughtfully.

"That's a beautiful name." Her mother responded, not understanding the meaning behind it. To be fair, the only reason why Jane knew what it meant was due to one horrendously bad date with a man who refused to talk about anything but himself, whose middle name happened to be Cormac. "Cormac Rizzoli. I should call Father Benjamin, he should get christened soon-" Jane just looked at her mother blankly.

"Ma, doesn't he need, y'know, parents for that?" She took in her mother looking between her and Maura and threw up her hands. "Look, you know what, I'll be back. I need – I need to think." She stepped out the front door, sitting on the step, wondering how the hell she had gotten into this mess. It was raining lightly, and she took in the smell of damp earth, relaxing slightly.

She was unsure of how much time had past with her lost in her own thoughts of what the hell to do with this kid before the door opened again and Maura sat next to her, sharing the silence. "What the hell do we do?" She asked, more to the darkness than the woman next to her.

"Well, I have a few days of enforced leave." Maura said the words as though they were physically painful, and she understood the feeling. There was nothing worse than being told that she had to take time off by the department shrink. But apparently finding out the guy who left you high and dry months ago was a serial killer with you next on the list was one of those things that required a few days off. "I can look after him while we figure out what's going to happen to him." She smiled, slightly bumping her shoulder against Maura's.

"He seems to like you."

"He's less than a day old, he's going to sleep quite a bit." They lapsed into silence again. "Were you serious about naming him Cormac?" She gave a little half shrug.

"I mean, if Tommy or Pop or whoever wants to change it, they have every right to. But it kinda fits."

"It's very – Irish." She gave another half shrug.

"So? It's not like we can keep calling him The Rizzoli Kid." Maura smiled slightly. "I'm sorry to dump this on you. It's my family, you shouldn't be stuck babysitting our fuckup." She thought it was a testimony to Maura's patience when she didn't even get corrected on her use of profanity. But this was quite possibly the worst way to end the worst day she'd had in a long, long time. This was worse than the whole Dominick incident. At least she'd been relatively sure she'd walk away from that one alive. This was the worst day since – well, Hoyt in the prison infirmary.

She was pretty sure she was never going to get the image of Maura with a knife to her throat, poised at the top of a three story drop out of her mind, and she hated that she'd felt so weak, so powerless at that moment. She'd frozen, she'd let panic overtake her when she saw Dennis there. But Maura had walked away with barely a scratch, outside of the emotional wounds of finding out that Dennis was another in a long line of losers.

"Jane – how many times does Angela refer to me as another daughter? Besides, I want to do this. If nothing else, it will keep me occupied for the next three days."

"Yeah, but what happens then? Last time I saw dad was when he was trying to get Ma to sign for the annulment. I tried looking for him, but he's gone completely to ground. No one knows where he is. If this kid's his-" She scowled at the thought. "And if it's Tommy's it's not much better. I mean, really, Tommy is in no way fit to be a parent. He can't even get his own life together. Well I'll get a house painting job. Really? He thinks he can raise a kid like that?" She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, enjoying the comforting hand slung around her shoulders.

"Something will work out, Jane. It's late, you should come inside." She nodded, following Maura into the house. Angela had retreated back to the guest house, and she looked around for a second. "He's sleeping in the bassinet." She couldn't help herself, she had to peek in on the child. He looked so peaceful, sleeping soundly, and she reached out one finger to trace along a chubby cheek. He stirred slightly at the touch before falling into a deeper sleep.

She felt something hot and thick in her throat, wondering why the kid had her so emotional. It wasn't like it was hers. Weren't these the sorts of emotions you were supposed to feel when you realized that the kid was yours? "I'll uh-" She gestured in the direction of the guest bedroom.

"You can stay here. It's highly unlikely that he'll sleep through the night, and, as you said he's your family. If he's going to wake for a night time feeding or changing, then you should be subjected to it as well." She stuck her tongue out at Maura's teasing remark, before going to her usual side of the bed. "Uh-uh. One rule for my bed, no one sleeps in it without proper attire." She rolled her eyes, backing out of the bedroom.

"Fine, I'll be right back." She came back in a pair of boxers and clean Red Sox shirt, getting Maura's nod of approval, before slipping underneath the covers. "Jesus, Maura, how do you ever get out of this thing in the morning? If I had this bed, I'd never wake up, ever." She sank into the downy softness that surrounded her, enjoying the laugh next to her. It really was the most comfortable bed she'd ever slept on, blowing her own out of the water, and even more comfortable than the bed at the five star hotel she'd stayed in the last time she'd taken a day off to simply enjoy herself – which had to be what? Five, six years ago?

She gave a contended hum of pleasure, burying her face into the pillow. She turned her head after a long moment to look at Maura, who gave a long meaningful look back, and she tried to decipher what was going on in that big brain. "We should sleep." Maura finally said, glancing at the sleeping infant across the room. "While we still can." Jane laughed, before turning back into the pillow, letting sleep wash over her.