Im instantly put off a story involving Jane/Maura having kids when the names picked are just so not Maura or Jane In my opinon... thats nothing against the names ppl choose but, I just dont see an Italian American married to a British American, using modern day American names.. and an Irish American woman of wealth would choose appropriate names also In my opinion.. Good luck with the story but, its not for me this time
No offense reviewers, but its RANT TIME! If you're too chicken to log in, then don't bash my stories! The above bolded type is a guest review I received for the first chapter of this story, so I'm going to address the issues it states. 1) USE PROPER GRAMMAR IF YOU'RE GOING TO BASH ME! 2) They are NOT modern-day American names, and the names I chose for JANE (NOT JANE AND MAURA) AND CASEY's children have a specific reasoning behind them, which will be explained in the future. 3) "An Irish American woman of wealth" WOULD choose appropriate names, however, these are Jane and Casey's children, and THEY (or one of them) chose these names for a reason. 4) I'm glad this story isn't for you, because I DON'T WANT A BASHER READING SOMETHING I WROTE FOR MY OWN AMUSEMENT AND TO DESTROY A DAMN PLOT BUNNY I'VE BEEN WRANGLING SILENTLY SINCE CASEY WAS INTRODUCED TO US IN THE SHOW!
Now, on with my story:
Jane followed her old friend down the hallway, telling her youngest two children about "Sister Janie" who was gonna take them to play in another room while mommy and Kaida was in another room having a boring old meeting with Kaida's teacher. Janie turned around then. "Actually, Ms. Rizzoli, Kaida will be with us to begin with. Ms. Mo wanted to speak with you first. And also, here's the room you'll be in. We'll be three doors down on the same side."
And with an awkward look up at Jane through her lashes, Janie Jones took her cousin's children down the hall and into another room. Jane's long-suppressed detective skills were definitely tingling now, but she wasn't sure what was going on. Taking a deep breath, Jane opened the classroom door and entered, automatically scanning the room without realizing she had done it. Upon completing the scan, she then turned back to the teacher's desk, only to be met with a pale and gaping face that she soon mirrored. "Maur..?" Jane croaked painfully, and then her face contorted into rage and hurt and confusion all at once. "What the fuck is this?! How do you end up teaching my god-damned children after not talking to me for ten fucking years? How does this fucking happen?! I mean, does God really hate me this much?" She looked up at the ceiling and began pleading to it.
"First the kiss, and then Casey, and now this?! What the fuck did I do? Hmm! Did I not do confession right as a child? Is it because I stopped going to church? IS IT BECAUSE I LIED WHEN SHIT FIRST HIT THE FAN?" Jane hit her knees. "Just fucking tell me why." And she bowed her head, shoulders shaking with the effort of not keening with the sobs that she was finally allowing to pour from her body. The sobs that she had been keeping back and letting build for ten long years, since the last time she'd seen the former LLBFF that she was now losing it in front of.
Upon realizing where she was while having a mental breakdown, she began to sob harder and beat her fists on the ground until they were caught up by soft hands that the rest of her would never forget. "Stop. Jane, when was the last time you've let go? When was the last time you did something like this? Like you used to… At my house or your apartment." Maura finished softly. She had been surprised and immediately on guard upon seeing Jane standing in her classroom doorway, but all of that had melted into concern upon watching her ex-LLBFF lose it in front of her.
Maura watched as Jane struggled like a caged animal as soon as her hands had been enclosed within her own, but she didn't let go. "Jane, I never stopped being your friend. You may have felt no need to reply to my letters and emails and even had to change your number, but I never stopped trying. And I certainly won't stand by and allow you to harm yourself. I never did before…" She had to stop because of the sudden lump in her throat. "Before you left." And though she doesn't say it, they can both hear it plain as day. 'Before you left me.' And suddenly, Jane yanks her hands from Maura's and stands up, taking a few large steps backwards.
"You called me into a meeting about my daughter, Miss Isles?" Jane says after a slow, calming breath.
Maura takes the hint and tries not to let it show. Standing, she returns to her desk, perching on top of it. "I wanted to discuss a drawing your daughter made in art class this morning. When I asked her about it, she explained it to me in a very peculiar way, and then acted as if everyone around her were a pariah, including myself, and refused to speak the rest of the day."
Jane closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose to try to calm herself down. This had been happening a lot lately, these disturbing drawings of Kaida's. "Let me see it." She took a deep breath and blew it out roughly. "Please." She huffed.
Maura raised one delicate eyebrow at her old friend and hopped down off her desk, walking around and opening the top left drawer and pulling out a piece of yellow construction paper. Yellow was Kaida's favorite color. Maura handed the picture over slowly, and watched Jane's face for cues on what she thought. Maura didn't see surprise or terror on Jane's face at what her daughter had drawn, but more of resigned acceptance.
Jane looked up at Maura through her lashes. Sighing, she cleared her throat. "How… how much trouble is she in?"
Maura looked up, surprised. "Wh..what!?" She spluttered. "Jane! She's not in trouble, she needs help! It's not normal for nine-year-olds to draw things like.. like that! Do you know what she told me when I asked her about the drawing? She said, and I quote 'That's Daddy Casey, but he's not my Daddy anymore because my Mommy didn't want him to hit me again. But that's him, and he's dead. Not for real, but sometimes I think it'd be better. Then maybe Mommy wouldn't be upset so much. So I drewed myself shooting Daddy Casey. He needs to died. He's mean to Mommy and me, but we's protect Keeran and Kylann.'"
Jane hung her head. "She wasn't treating your class like pariah's, she felt like one. She knew she'd said more than what she should have, and she was scared of the repercussions. I can guarantee that if we were to walk into the classroom Janie has them in, she'd be cuddling Keeran and Kylann to her and crying, apologizing. But as soon as she saw me, she'd push them away, swipe at her tears angrily and come up to me like she's the Queen of England, apologizing once and asking her punishment with the same air as the Queen would. It's how… It's how it's always been. She's too old, Maur. And it's killing me. It's not fair, and my kids are being punished for my mistakes. Again and again."
She sat down in one of the desks and looked up at Maura with no mask on her face, only raw pain. "What do I do?" Jane knew, in that instant, that she had already forgiven Maura. That she needed her help more than she needed to be mad that her supposed LLBFF hadn't written or called or emailed or anything in ten years.
AN: So, I know it's a sucky update, but we're getting there. I just need to get these little filler chapters with little bits of hints and important pieces for later out, and then we can get the story rolling! But, R&R would be appreciated. Again, I'm sorry for the extra-long rant in the beginning, but don't do something like that, please. Please. ANYWHO, ta ta for now! ~ Henri
