Au: So here's the next chapter, thanks for all your reviews! They are all greatly appreciated! Glad to see you are all enjoying this so far... there's still quite a way to go, yet. 3
The moment Angela returned to her home, Frank knew where she had been. He frowned disapprovingly as he saw her melancholy expression. "Angela Rizzoli," he began. Standing up, he towered over Angela with a good five inches; and she found herself noticing this more than usual as he advanced towards her. "Please tell me you didn't go there..." he paused, waiting for a response.
Angela avoided eye contact with her husband. "Where, Frank?"
"Don't play games with me. You know exactly where..." Silence filled the room, confirming what Frank already knew. He rested his hands over his face, dragging them down over his face slowly as he sighed. "Angela, what did you do?" He waited for a response; an excuse he was sure she was going to justify her behaviour with – but was met with nothing. Angela simply sat down on a dining chair.
"I only went over there to talk some sense into Jane. I let myself in with our key..."
"-the one Jane gave us for emergencies?" Frank interrupted.
"Well, I figured our daughters' life was to be considered in a genuine emergency..."
Frank held up his hand, stopping Angela before she could rattle off any more nonsense. "So you let yourself in? Without telling her?"
"It was an emergency!" Angela repeated, though unsure of whether she was trying to justify her actions to herself or to Frank.
"The fact our daughter may be a lesbian is considered an emergency nowadays? Jesus Christ, Angie! Call the cops! Alert the authorities!" Frank rolled his eyes, sarcastically.
Angela continued, regardless of his reaction. "Anyway, so I let myself into Jane's apartment and Maura was there. She was sat so close to Jane on the couch – and I was so worried about what I would see next!" Angela moaned on, continuing as though she were the victim in all of this.
Frank stood up, hands resting on both of his hips, defensively. "Because God forbid you would walk in to find Jane and her girlfriend cuddling on the sofa, or even...," Frank paused – taking a sharp breath in and making a shocked face; dramatically clutching his hands together over his heart. "Kissing!"
Angela threw her arms above her head. "You know Frank, whenever I need you in a crisis, you mock me!"
Frank stood up and walked over to Angela, sitting next to her once more. He took her hand in his and rested it still on the table for a moment. "This isn't a crisis, Ange; the only person making into one is you. I know it will take some getting used to – but Janie is still our daughter, and if Maura makes her happy, then so be it. Try and be happy for them, Angela." He looked away before a smile played across his lips, "Besides, at least she has a relationship, right?"
Angela couldn't help but laugh, try as she might not too; playfully smacking Frank on his arm.