A/N: Here is chapter 3 finally. Sorry for the delay, life just got in the way. I hope you enjoy. Please read and review.
Disclaimer: Only own the fic and the nanny. © x8xKrazee. Benson. Fanx8x
Two years past quickly for Jane and Maura. They grew to be best friends and were now inseparable.
Ten year old Maura stepped out of the passenger side of her nanny's car and walked up the path to the Rizzoli house. She sniffled as she pressed the doorbell.
Seeing Maura's nanny pull up in the driveway from her bedroom window, Jane ran out and slid down the staircase bannister to answer the door. Excited but surprised, she hadn't known that Maura was coming over.
"Mau..." Jane stopped stunned. "Wh... What's going on?" she asked worried, seeing her best friend sobbing on her front door step, with Nicola standing behind her.
She took Maura into her tiny arms and held her tight to her.
Maura willingly fell into her friend's welcoming arms and sobbed even more until she had finally calmed down enough to talk.
She pulled back a little to look into Jane's chocolate brown eyes. "I've known this since last night but I had to wait until after school..."
"Known what?" Jane interrupted before she could say any more. "What is going on, Maur?" She was beginning to freak out and she didn't like it one bit.
"My parents want to send me to boarding school... In France."
"What?" Jane cried. "No way! Not going to happen!" she told Maura adamantly. She was not about to lose her best friend now, especially after everything they had been through. It wasn't fair on either of them. "Where are they? Are they at home?'
Maura glanced at Jane stunned. Was Jane really going to talk to her parents? "Ye- yes. Why?"
"Cause I'm gonna give 'em a piece of my mind," Jane declared, giving Maura's hand a gentle reassuring squeeze.
"No, you're not," Angela informed her fearless daughter as she walked down the hall to the girls. She had overheard them talking.
"What? Why?" the younger Rizzoli demanded to know.
"Cause I'm going to," replied Angela. "There's milk and cookies in the kitchen for you. Off you go." She tapped Jane's bottom, gently pushing her into the direction of the kitchen, slightly smiling before turning to the nanny, who was now on the door step. "Could you please watch the girls while I go, Nicola?"
"Sure, Angela, not a problem," Nicola smiled, walking into the house as Angela walked out.
Arriving at the Isles' mansion, Angela knocked on the door and was clearly surprised to see Constance answer the door instead of the butler.
"Hello Angela," she greeted Mrs Rizzoli with a polite, posh smile, letting her in. "I guess you heard the news."
Angela walked in. Still nervous about the place after two years. "Yes, I have and both girls are absolutely distraught about it. You can't separate them, Constance," Angela pleaded as they took a sit in the very welcoming, modern living room. She tried to ignore the crystal chandelier as usual. "They've been through so much and they're so close. It would destroy the both of them," she insisted, trying to get her point across.
Constance was quiet as she took everything in and put everything together mentally. Eventually she sighed. "You're right, Angela, you're absolutely right. I can't do that to my daughter or to Jane, it wouldn't be right. I had never seen my baby so happy until she and Jane became friends. Tell Maura, she's staying, okay? And she can spend the night with Jane, if that's alright with you of course."
"Of course," Angela assured her instantly. "Thank you."
"No thank you, Angela." Constance got up with a smile. "I'll just pack Maura an overnight bag."
Sitting at the kitchen table back in the Rizzoli house, Maura took a sip of milk and looked at Jane.
"What if my parents still force me to go?" asked Maura in a sad near whisper.
Jane's head shot up and she gently took a hold of Maura's slightly smaller hand in hers. "Maur, my ma is good at this stuff," she assured her best friend confidently.
"What about if she can't fix it this time, Janie?"
Jane sighed and ate another bite of a cookie. How could she calm Maura down when she was freaking out herself?
Nicola moved away from the kitchen counter and walked over to Maura, who she'd looked after since she was two years old. She gently squeezed Maura's shoulder and placed a kiss on the crown of her head. "The only ones who can change your parents' minds are your parents, sweetie. Why don't you girls go play in Jane's room, huh?"
Both girls grumbled but slowly got up and headed upstairs to Jane's room to play.
Nicola sighed as she watched them head upstairs and ran a hand through her silky, wavy blonde hair. She really hoped that for the sake of Maura and Jane, that Angela could change Constance's mind.
Upon her return, Angela walked in to find Nicola pacing up and down the living room, deeply lost in thought.
Angela put Maura's overnight bag on the floor by the door. "Where are the girls?" she asked, looking around.
"They're playing in Jane's room," replied Nicola, trying to read Angela's body language but beginning to freak out again. "So what's the verdict, Angela?"
Smiling, Angela put a hand on Nicola's shoulder, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "Your job is safe, sweetie. You have the night off though. Relax, spend some time with friends."
Nicola finally smiled and collected her purse off the couch. "Thank you, Angela. Would you like me to pick Maura up in the morning?"
"Totally up to you, honey."
"Okay. Tell Maura I'll pick her up just after lunch tomorrow," Nicola said and headed for the front door. "Thanks again, Angela. See you tomorrow."
Walking Nicola to the door, Angela replied, "You're welcome, dear. See you tomorrow."
Mrs Rizzoli locked the door, grabbing Maura's bag and headed up the stairs to her daughter's bedroom to talk to the girls.
She found the door opened a jar and over heard the girls quietly chatting away, so Angela decided to knock, not wanting to accidentally startle them, it had been a rough day for them as it was.
"Come in," Jane softly called and instantly looked up at her mother as the door was slowly pushed fully open. The younger Rizzoli tried to read her mother's facial expressions but couldn't and it scared her. "Well, Ma?" she asked, her voice shaky.
Maura took the little brunette's hand in hers and held them tightly. She was just as frightened as Jane was. She couldn't bare the thought of losing her only friend, which was why she'd had barely any sleep the night before.
Finally Angel smiled. "You're staying, sweetie. No boarding school, and..." she put down Maura's bag. "You're staying the night."
Both girls excited by the results got up and cheered. They were so happy.