Chapter 3- Four Words

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I still don't own NCIS or Rizzoli & Isles.

A/N: I think it's pretty obvious which four words this chapter is about (If you don't think so, read the previous chapters again). So, Rizzles fluff alert (not too sappy I hope :).


En route from D.C. to Boston

"Jane?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you imagine marrying me?"

Jane's car almost crashed into the truck driving in front of it. "Maura! Goddamnit!"

"Language Jane. And you didn't answer my question."

"Hey, I nearly crashed into that truck 'cause you couldn't hold off on proposing to me till we got home, I think I'm allowed to cuss a bit!"

"Well, technically, I wasn't proposing to you, I was only asking a hypothetical question in order to find out if there's even a possibility that you might want to marry me."

If you need somethin' simple explained in a hyper-complicated way, just ask Maura Isles. "Yep, there's definitely a possibility. Happy now?"

"Oh yes." Even though Jane's attention was fixed on the road, she was still able to make out her girlfriend's smile, complete with dimples and everything. The Detective was seriously considering pulling off the highway at the next rest stop and finally ask *that* question. For real, not hypothetically. That'd be a good story to tell our kids... 'How did you two get married?'- 'Well, I asked Maura to be my wife at a scruffy ol' rest stop somewhere between Boston and Washington D.C.'... "Urgh."

"Jane?"

"I'm fine Maur, just thinking." Our kids? Where the hell did that thought come from? We both work fulltime plus long hours, we just don't have time for kids! Not to mention that Ma would completely freak out at finally having grandchildren... So, no. Concentrate on driving now Rizzoli.


A few hours later

Jane and Maura had just sat down to relax on Maura's couch when their respective phones rang. The detective groaned and got hers out of her pocket, silently praying that it wasn't a case. "Rizzoli."

"This is Dr Isles speaking... oh, hello Abby."

"Hey Ziva, did we forget something in D.C.?" Jane asked down her phone.

"Yes, we've just arrived." Maura got up and wandered off to the kitchen to get a beer for Jane and a glass of wine for herself.

"No, you did not. I am just wondering if you have already asked Dr Isles to marry you."


At NCIS, Abby quickly said good-bye to Maura, ended the call and stood closer to Ziva so that she could hear Jane talking. "No, not yet," the Detective admitted. "But I *will* ask her tonight, and no, you won't be listening to it 'cause I'll switch my phone off."

"Awww, c'mon," said a voice from the background, and Jane could literally hear the pout in it. "Sorry Abby, this is private, even for the person who made Maura and me finally confess our feelings to each other."

"Okay... Good luck."

"Yeah, thanks." Jane ended the call and looked up right in time to see her girlfriend return, carrying a bottle of beer and a glass of wine. "So what did Abby want to know?" she asked.

Maura placed the drinks on her couch table and herself on the couch next to Jane. "Just if we had arrived in Boston safely. Who was on your phone?"

"Ziva." Now or never, Rizzoli. "Asking if I'd already asked you to marry me."

"But how did she... are you actually planning to...?"

Dr Maura Googlemouth Isles struggling for words. Normally Jane would have teased her girlfriend about it, but the situation was anything but normal. Hell, I'm about to propose to her! The Detective quickly got the little box out of her pocket and took a deep breath. "Maura-"


"Hey girls, you're back!"

Jane rolled her eyes and shoved the box back into her pocket. "Captain Obvious, Ma. What're you doing here?"

"In case you haven't noticed, I live in Maura's guesthouse, so I saw the lights in here being switched on and wanted to make sure it was you two and not some bad guys."

"Yes Angela, it's us and we're fine," Maura assured her girlfriend's mother.

"Thank God," Angela Rizzoli sighed. "In these days, you can never be sure..."

"I know Ma, I'm a cop, remember? Now, would you please leave?"

Angela huffed a little. "Fine. Good night."

"Good night Angela."

"Sleep well Maura, don't let Janie keep you awake for too long." Jane's mother winked, which caused Maura to smile and Jane to grab a pillow from the couch. Considering her daughter's pillow-throwing skills, Angela decided to leave as quickly as possible.


"So, what did you want to say when your mother walked in?" Maura asked when her appartment door had closed.

"Uhm... well..." Do I have to kneel or is sitting okay? I hope so. "Maura, remember what you asked me in the car today?"

"Could you be a little more specific?"

"The question that almost caused our car to crash into that truck."

"You said you could imagine marrying me," Maura said half to herself. "Hypothetically."

"Exactly. And now I'm asking you- for real, not hypothetically..." Jane got the little box out of her pocket, took a deep breath and opened it. "Maura Dorthea Isles, will you marry me?"

The grin on Maura's face was bright enough to light half of Boston. "Most definitely yes, Jane Clementine Rizzoli."

Jane made a face. "No middle names, got it. So...?"

"Like I said, most definitely yes." The words came out a bit slurred because Maura had started crying, but unlike four years before when she had cried after seeing her twin sister's grave for the first time, these were tears of happiness. They tasted just as salty as tears of sadness, Jane discovered, but despite that she kissed them all away before slipping the ring onto Maura's finger.

The ME swallowed, smiled down at her hand and then looked up at Jane, cocking her head to the side. "How about we enjoy our first time now?" she whispered.

"Maur, we've been together for four years, it's hardly our first time," Jane pointed out.

"It's our first time as fiancées." Maura crawled over to Jane's side of the couch and straddled her.

"I like the way you think," was the last thing the Detective was able to say before her mouth was captured in a kiss that started off slowly, but quickly turned heated and passionate.


A/N: This was my sequel to 'Rizzoli & NCISles'. It ends the way it ends 'cause I wanted to keep it T-rated (I haven't written anything M-rated so far and I didn't want to try it in this story). Anyway, thanks for reading :-)