Chapter Two

"Jane," the brunette was aware of a voice calling out her name and a hand shaking her shoulders, but it still wasn't enough for her to fully wake up, "Janie."

"Don't call me Janie," she groaned, attempting to open her eyes and failing miserably. She became faintly aware of a stiff pain in her neck and back and realized she had slept hunched over her desk, "Oh, fuck."

"I've got coffee," the voice sing-sung and the brunette realized the voice belonged to Frost and that he, indeed, had brought her some coffee.

"What the hell are you doing here, Frost? I thought you had the weekend off," the Detective groaned, popping out the kinks on her sore neck.

"I got a call from the Lieutenant asking why my computer was logged on the system if I had the weekend off," Frost replied calmly, "I came by to check it and saw this," he showed her the picture she had scanned to put it on the database through his computer. "Who is this?"

"You're talking too fast," she complained. "I'm not completely up yet."

"So wake the hell up so you can explain it all to me," her partner retorted rather harshly, although he was smiling. He knew the way Maura was feeling was affecting his friend as well.

Once Jane was finished with her coffee – and her second jelly doughnut – Detective Barry Frost cleared his throat once again and arched his eyebrows. She rolled her eyes at him, "Stop looking at me like that," she grumbled.

"Like what?" he asked, amused.

"Like you're trying to get a confession out of me," the Detective growled.

"I'm not," the other Detective raised his hands in surrender, unable to hide the smirk adorning his lips.

"I trained you, Frosty. I know what you're doing," Jane replied, narrowing her espresso eyes at him.

"I just don't get it, Jane," Frost said worriedly, "Instead of spending time with the Doc, helping her throughout this difficult time, you're here… Looking up random people whom aren't related to any cases," he looked at the pictures again, frowning.

The brunette sighed heavily, tousling her hair anxiously, "I'm trying to prevent Maura from getting worst," she admitted quietly.

"What?" her partner's brow furrowed even more.

"These are the pictures Constance gave her before she died," she growled, straightening her spine, "These are her biological parents."

A heartbeat passed while the two partners exchanged looks. Frost knew how much Maura meant to Jane; he had always known. And he knew what she was doing and why. He was actually surprised she hadn't asked for his help earlier. Sighing, he sat on his desk and started typing on his computer.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Jane asked dumfounded when Frost said no more and went to do whatever is was he did on his computer.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he replied sarcastically, "I'm helping you out, dummy."

Giving him a grateful smile, she drank and huge gulp of her now lukewarm coffee, "Thank you, Frost."

"Yeah," the Detective tried to hide his blush behind his computer screen, "Don't you go all sappy on me, Rizzoli. We oughta help out the doc. Is what we do for family, right?"

"Yeah," the woman parroted, sighing tiredly. This looked like the beginning of a very exhausting journey.

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Timothy smirked when he saw Boston's efforts of accessing his family's files were denied. He knew very well what would happen if they continued to try; it would be considered a threat to national security, terrorists efforts to try and break in and then Homeland security would be all over it. He made sure the case got send to a friend of his in the HQ back in Colorado so whatever the repercussions were, he would have at least some control over it.

It bought the Marine some time until he could get back to the states and handle things on his own. He just couldn't understand why an apparently clean homicide detective would be trying to break in his father's files. It didn't make any sense, it didn't add up; and he couldn't access her files because they were all protected by the same Homeland security protection laws against terrorists. His friend was going to help, but it was a long shot. He was going to have to take matters into his own hands.

The reddish blond was about to get up, catching a cup of coffee and continue his work when his phone went off. The phone he gave the number only to his family, for emergencies. He looked the ID; it was an incoming call from his mother, not his sister. He braced himself for what was about to come, "Hey, mom."

"Timothy Aaron Robbins!" the high pitched scold from Barbara Robbins made him shrink from a thirty-two year old man into a five year old boy even with 6901.1 miles separating them, "When exactly were you planning on telling your mother you're coming home?!"

"I can't believe Arizona tattled on me," he grumbled, a fierce blush covering his face and neck.

"She did not tattled on you, Timothy," Barbara still sounded very mad at him, "She called to say she was worried about you, she said you were acting weird when you called last night."

"Well," Timothy said without thinking, "That was just because I caught her and Callie having sex."

"Timothy," his mother growled. She actually growled. He was in so much trouble. He was going to kill Arizona.

"Sorry, Mama," the Marine said sheepishly, "I'm not weird."

"Then why are you coming home so suddenly? And why are you going to Seattle instead of coming to Baltimore?" the Robbins matriarch asked, not one to beat around the bush.

"I just have some stuff I have to take care of first," he replied vaguely, the subject not one to discuss over the phone and from another country.

"Butterfly is right, you are acting weird," his mother said accusingly, "Timothy, I swear to God, if you're coming home because a random girl you picked up at a bar called you to tell you she was pregnant…"

"Mom, are you insane?" the reddish blond man interrupted his mother before she could go into a full blown rant, "You're watching too much daytime television. This is not it, okay?"

"Then what is it?" Barbara asked again, still refusing to let the subject go.

Timothy sighed heavily; his mother was particularly difficult this afternoon, "It's work stuff, Mama. Don't you worry about it."

"I'm always gonna worry about my children, Tim," the fact she said his nickname made him relax because it meant she was about to drop the issue, "You're sure everything's fine?"

"Pretty sure. I have to go, now, there's work I need to do before I can come back home," he smiled when she heard her grumble under her breath. "Aren't you happy I'm coming home?"

"I'm not even gonna answer you, Mister. Fine, go; I won't bother you anymore," he smiled fondly at his mother's drama.

"You never bother me, Mama. Tell dad I said hi. Love you both!" they said their goodbyes and then disconnected.

Timothy walked to nearest couch and plopped carelessly; that was a close call. He sent a text to his sister and sighed again. There was a time when it really sucked that his family was so damn intuitive.

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Arizona just finished a call with her mother before she walked into the doctor's lounge to find her girlfriend and best friend chattering away.

"Mom said she also thought Timmy was weird," she said grumpily, plopping into the couch carelessly pretty much in the same fashion her brother did back in Afghanistan.

"I say you're all reading too much into it," Callie replied, unable to resist kissing her girlfriend's adorable pout, "Just be happy your brother is coming home."

"My mom was also freaking out when I told her I was coming back home," Teddy offered her personal experience, "She thought for sure I had gotten pregnant up there and had been expelled from service," she couldn't contain her giggle.

"Mothers are crazy," the ortho surgeon agreed, "You're turning into a crazy mother," she couldn't bear poking the peds surgeon a little bit more.

"Shut up, Calliope," the blonde rebuked with a soft bite on a scrub covered shoulder.

Any reply was muffled by the sound of a pager blaring throughout of the lounge, "Damn, it's mine," Callie sighed standing up, but not before she kissed her girlfriend, "We're on for lunch?"

"You bet," Arizona winked at her, caressing her belly slightly before pulling away, "Go, and be awesome."

"Bye Teddy!" the brunette said cheerfully, the caress not going unnoticed and being greatly received.

"Bye Callie," the cardio surgeon called out before the doors closed, chuckling at her best friend's longing expression, "Seriously, Robbins. This is getting pathetic. When are you going to propose to her?"

"I want to…" the blonde sighed, "I just… I haven't figured some things out yet."

"Such as…" Teddy drawled, arching a perfectly shaped eyebrow.

"None of your business," Arizona replied politely, trying to avoid the subject.

"Oh, come on! You can't leave me hanging!" the honey blonde complained, "I'm your friend! Friends tell each other things, right?"

"It's just… It's stupid," the peds surgeon shrugged, her voice almost a whisper.

"Hey…" the cardio surgeon was starting to get really worried about her friend. What started out as a simple teasing was turning into a heartfelt talk that she sensed her friend really needed, "Talk to me. I'm an awesome listener."

Arizona couldn't help a soft smile hearing her best friend make use of her favorite word, "I…" sighing, she fumbled with her lab coat pocket until she fished something out of it, "I bought this yesterday. After I heard the ultrasound."

It was a shiny silver band with an orange solitary almandine garnet, gorgeous aesthetically. The blonde bit her bottom lip, "I don't know what to do with it."

"You don't?" the cardio surgeon chuckled lightly, "I do. Why don't you propose?"

"It's just… so much happened, Teddy!" the peds surgeon explained already in a defensive tone, "We were in this amazingly good relationship, the best one I had ever had. Then we broke up over kids and I felt like my world would collapse because I missed Calliope so much. It ached to see her everyday and not talk to her, lean into her embrace and kiss her. We almost got shot by that crazy gunned man, which made us get back together. We were living together, I got one of the best opportunities I could get for my career, I almost forced Calliope into doing something that would make her feel completely miserable, we broke up again screaming to each other in a crowded airport and then I went to Africa," she paused so she could gather new steam for her heated speech, "I went to Africa and left behind the woman I love more than life itself. And when I got back, she was pregnant! And not just some random guy's kid, no; it was Mark Sloan's kid, the hospital's manwhore that just so happens to be my woman's best friend!" she was almost frantic now, "And it would be so, so easy for me to just go back and be miserable for the rest of my life so Calliope could have what she wants," she admitted dejectedly.

"And what is it that she wants?" Teddy asked softly, unfazed by her best friend's outburst, pretty much used to them by now.

"A family. A happy little family with happy little tiny humans and a… a husband," Arizona said with a grimace, feeling suddenly ill, "I can't have that, Teddy. I can't have her walk out on me when this kid's born and just break the fantasy she already has made me long with all that I am," the sad, scared look on the fairer woman's face almost broke the taller woman's heart.

"Are you really that blind, Arizona? I mean, seriously. Callie worships the ground you walk on. She was miserable while you were gone. Did you know that she took a week after you were gone just so she could sit on a hotel room while waiting for you to call? Nah-ah, don't interrupt me, woman," she admonished when her friend made an attempt to talk, "The night all the attendings went out to celebrate Shepherd's fancy new study grant, she asked me about you, how you were, what you were doing because she knew you and I still talked on pretty much daily basis, so I told her," blue eyes stared into green wide open, "I told her you were both idiots. I told her to go get you in Africa because you were too much of a wuss to come back on your own. But she was too much of a wuss herself and she preferred to drown her sorrows in those horrible drinks Cristina made and then she found comfort in Mark the same way he found in her because they both had their hearts shattered by the people they loved the most," the grimace that adorned the peds surgeon's face again made the honey blonde chuckle, "But you're back now. You're in this for good. And Mark, by some miracle, has got Lexie back. And I'm sure he won't screw it over this time. Neither will you," she added softly, nudging her best friend's shoulder lightly, "So man up and propose to your woman already!"

Talking it all out mad it feel like a weight had been lifted from her chest and hearing everything laid out so plainly by Teddy made Arizona perk up slightly, "You really think everything will work out?"

"I don't think; I know it," the cardio surgeon said cockily, "It's a gut feeling."

"So I'm supposed to man up and propose to Callie because your intestines are telling you so?" the peds surgeon teased, a giggle escaping her lips and making a dimple pop in her left cheek.

"Duh, yeah!" her best friend rolled her green eyes for good measure, "Don't you ever listen to other people's intestines?"

"Oh, all the time!"

They kept laughing and teasing each other and Arizona had never been more grateful for her decision to befriend the former Army surgeon. She truly was an awesome friend.