Author's Note:: This fic will be a Tommy Rizzoli/Maura fic. Originally, I had intended for it to be an OC, but I don't really like OC. That, and Maura makes much more sense for this one than any random character.
Set waaaaay before Maura begins working with Boston P.D, so she doesn't know the Rizzoli's already.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Rights belong to Tess Gerritsen, Janet Tamaro and TNT.
Maura stirred a little, as Tommy had done this morning, as the car shuddered and halted in her parents' driveway. Opening her eyes, she saw the familiar Wisteria hanging around the trellises in the yard. Softly, Maura sighed and looked to Tommy. She had slept for the entire journey to her parents' house and now she felt sleepy still. Taking in the sunshine though, Maura sat herself up in the seat and fixed her hair before Tommy took hold of her hand.
"Everything's going to be fine, Maura. I promise. And, I'll be on my best behaviour." he winked a little, gently leaning to peck her cheek.
As the two exited the car and made their way up to the front porch, Maura bit her lip a little, "Are you sure you want to do this with me, Tommy?" she asked him.
"As sure as ever."
Maura smiled to Tommy and she nodded gently before ringing the doorbell, waiting for an answer from her father, most likely. She sighed a little and stifled a yawn before the door opened and she looked into her mother's face, smiling down at her from the step above, "Hello, mother." she smiled to the perfectly manicured and coiffed woman standing there.
"Maura, hello darling." she smiled, seemingly falsely down to her adopted daughter as she waited on her daughter's pecks, on each cheeks. She then raised a brow to the young man who had accompanied Maura. He obviously did not belong to a yacht club, nor did he own any cashmere sweaters. That much, Constance could see.
As Maura and Tommy stepped up to enter the house, Maura smiled to her mother and then wrapped her arms around her father, "Dad, hi!" she smiled, closing her eyes and inhaling his charming scent of sawdust and peppermint. That was the one thing she most looked forward to when returning home from Holy Innocents Academy during Holidays. The scent of her father.
The two pulled back and her father took her hands into his, smiling to his daughter before Tommy caught his eye, "And who is your gentleman friend, Poppet?"
Maura smiled to her father and moved away gently, "This is Tommy, dad. We met while in Thailand. Tommy needed a place to stay and I allowed him to stay in one of the rooms at the Medical Center." she nodded gently, eyeing Tommy softly before turning her attention back to her father. Constance had moved away, to the kitchen to make herself a drink. Maura smiled as her father gave a nod in greeting to Tommy, then extended his arm for the trio to go outside, into the courtyard.
Tommy looked around, it was very quaint and nothing like he'd imagined her family home to be. He'd had a feeling there would be some kind of Classical music being played on the Grand Piano, as the butler opened the door. But, he was very taken aback, and it showed. He turned to look to Maura as she slipped her arm through the loop he'd made with his elbow and she whispered, "Everything okay? You're quiet."
"I'm just trying to make a good impression." he nodded and smiled back to her, realising now that her father had left them to ask her mother to join them. He quickly stopped under the arching trellis and he kissed Maura. Deeply.
"Well, you're clearly making it with me." she whispered back to him, standing close to him before swallowing and springing back away from Tommy as she heard her father clearing his throat behind them. Maura blushed before she quickly changed the subject, "Oh, pink lemonade. I know I'm home when I have this." she giggled softly, and sat as Tommy pulled out her chair for her to sit.
The four sat around the table and sipped the pink lemonade, it was all lovely light-hearted chat until Maura's father asked Tommy, "Now son, what do you do for a living?" he asked, brow raised slightly as he awaited an answer from Tommy.
Maura glanced to Tommy before she smiled, "Tommy's a plumber by trade, his father, Frank has his own plumbing business." she nodded, "But, Tommy's very handy, he can do a lot of things, household fixing and such."
Tommy watched Maura and then nodded back to her father, agreeing with what she'd told him, "I'm great with a paintbrush." he chuckled a little.
"And, your last employment, how was that?" Maura's father probed again.
"Coupla' months." Tommy nodded again, "Everything had to be extended though, on my last contracted day, they made me stay longer."
"Oh, why was that?" Constance then asked him.
"Fighting..."
"Bonus..."
Maura and Tommy spoke up at the same time, Constance looked from her daughter to Tommy and sipped her drink, "Fighting, hm?" she looked to Tommy.
He lowered his head and sighed, "Yeah..."
"Where was this employment, Tommy?"
"Boston Penitentiary." he swallowed.
Both of Maura's parents nodded and sighed a little. Maura looked to the table and sighed also before looking to her parents, waiting on their verdict.
"And, why may I ask, were you serving employment there?" asked Constance.
"It was a hit and run, I didn't mean to though, I just...panicked..." he responded and shook his head, frowning.
"And, what happened to make you receive such a long sentence?"
