Title: Song for Marcella

Rating: M for this part

Pairing: Jane/Maura

Spoilers: Some references from many S1 and S2 episodes up to and including, "My Own Worst Enemy." The story is kind of AU from there.

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. If I did, they'd be married and hanging out on Showtime;)

A/N: So this is the final chapter! There will be an epilogue to follow shortly, but this is pretty much the end of the road. Thank you all for taking the journey with me! This was an amazing experience for me—this being my first long story, and first WIP, it was a bit overwhelming. But, you all were incredible with your support and reviews! Way to make a girl feel loved! Perhaps, I'll try it again, someday. Thank you! And to my awesome beta, Smurphy55! Here's a neverending supply of Cheez-Its for you!


Chapter 6- Part Two:

But we´re stronger now you showed us how,
How a freedom fight can be won, if we all stand as one.

~Song for Marcella, by Bik McFarlane


Jane sat at her desk, head heavy in her hand, her other hand toying with the pad of post-it notes on her desk. Her eyes were unfocused, her face tense. Korsak waltzed through the squad room, but stopped dead when he spotted Jane. Holding two cups of coffee, he walked over to her.

"The Doc still not talking to you, huh?' He said, handing her a coffee.

"Nope." Jane said, listlessly taking the cup, and setting it on her desk without interest. "Two days, and nothin'. Not even a work-related text. Man, I really screwed up."

Korsak sighed, "Well, I got something that might cheer you up."

Jane's eyes shifted up to Korsak, a skeptical look graced her face, but her posture remained the same.

"Katherine Riley and BIHS have seen finally seen the light, Jane."

At Jane's confused look, Korsak continued. "The broad let go of the bones."

Jane's face shifted, her hand dropped to her desk, as she turned to look at Korsak fully.

"Yep, she heard about how the case turned out, and grew a heart. She gave them back to Bobby yesterday."

Jane gave a small smile. "That's great." She murmured.

"The funeral is today at 4pm at St. Joseph's. So, pull yourself together, Rizzoli, we're going."

Jane chuckled, and swiveled her chair back and forth. "Yes, Dad."

"Hey." Korsak said, "What have I said about that? Big brother maybe. Uncle, yeah. But Dad? No."

"Okay." Jane said laughing slightly. "Whatever you say, Uncle Vince."

Korsak scowled at Jane, and moved to sit at his desk.


Jane, Korsak, and Frost walked across the cemetery lawn to join Bobby and some the other O'Malleys at the side of the casket. As Jane reached Bobby, she reached out a hand to pat his back, and he turned to look at her a tight smile on his pained features.

"Thanks for coming." Bobby said, and Jane nodded.

The group of mourners settled down, as the priest took his place at the head of the casket. The urn with Mairen Kelly's ashes in it sat atop Marci's casket, flowers adorning both. Off to the side, an easel stood with a large photo of Mairen and Marci, and wreath of flowers hanging beneath it. The two women were side by side in the photograph, directly facing the camera. Jane was again struck by the pair, both faces strong, their eyes matching in intensity. Jane couldn't help but feel drawn to them.

Bobby moved to adjust the urn, and patted the casket as the priest began the service. In her peripheral vision, Jane could see a profile that was distinctly Maura's walk up to stand next to Frost. She smiled briefly, glad Maura had made it. Half-way through the priest's recitation of the twenty-third psalm, Jane snuck a look over at Maura. Jane thought Maura looked tired, her eyes were pinched at the corners, her face drawn. Jane knew what it must cost Maura to make it there, and she found herself swelling with love and pride in Maura's strength, despite all the hits she'd taken recently.

Jane was startled out of her reverie by Bobby as he went to take a place next to the priest. Maura tilted her head and she studied the man. Jane watched her, thinking how strange it must for Maura to be suddenly seeing her cousin for the first time, and in such a way.

At the conclusion of the prayer, the priest moved aside to let Bobby speak.

Bobby cleared his throat and began.

"Thank you all for coming. My sister and Mairen Kelly would be honored to know how many have come to pay their respects. It's been a long journey, but finally…" Bobby halted, overcome by emotion. "Finally Marcella will be at peace. Right where she belongs." He said, giving a significant look toward the urn resting on the casket.

"Thank you to everyone who has made today possible. There is no amount of gratitude that I can express to share what this…" Bobby angled his gaze to Jane, and continued. "…what this closure means to me. To my family." Jane tilted her chin down slightly in respect, and Bobby nodded, fixed his eyes back on the casket and urn, and continued. "Marci. Kelly." He whispered their names in reverence, and continued in a stronger voice, "May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face; the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of His hand." He concluded the poem, closed his eyes, and clasped his hands in front of him.

At that moment, four musicians with uillean pipes who had been hanging back throughout most of the ceremony, walked up and took position. As the first notes pierced the air, Jane felt her breath leave her lungs. She stilled herself, as the haunting tones of "She Moved Through the Fair" filled the space. Various mourners showed emotion as the heavy and full sounds swirled around. A small motion caught Jane's eye as the music continued, and she turned to find Paddy Doyle standing afar among a grove of trees, watching the proceedings. He caught Jane's eye, and gave her a nod. Jane nodded back and turned toward Maura. Maura watched the exchange, her eyes alternating between Jane and Doyle. Jane held Maura's gaze when it flicked back to her, and Maura locked on to hers. Maura rapidly blinked back the tears that were beginning to emerge. She then broke the gaze, peered back to Paddy briefly, before turning back to focus on the casket.

At the completion of the song, the service concluded and Bobby made his way over to Korsak, Frost, Jane and Maura.

"Thank you." He said, shaking first Frost, Korsak's, and then Jane's hands.

Jane regarded Bobby for a moment. "I wish the outcome could have been different. This must feel very bitter sweet." she said.

Bobby gave her a crooked smile that did nothing to hide the sadness behind his eyes. "One thing at a time Detective. Today I am celebrating my sister's heroism and peace. Tomorrow will come soon enough." Jane nodded.

Bobby turned to consider the woman standing next to Jane.

"You must be Maura." He said a smile blooming on his face. "My long lost cousin."

Maura smiled in return. "Yes. Hello." She said, extending her hand. He accepted the proffered hand and continued to grin at Maura.

"I am sorry we are meeting under such circumstances." Maura said.

"Better like this, than never." Bobby said, and smiled again.

Frost, Korsak, and Jane moved back to allow the cousins some space. Jane looked around as Maura and Bobby continued to chat. She fixed her sight on Paddy who was leaning against an oak tree as he continued to observe his family from a distance.

Frost and Korsak followed Jane's line of vision. "Boy, that guy's got some nerve." Korsak said, reaching for his gun and making a move to head toward Doyle.

Jane put a hand on his arm, stilling his movements. "Hey, McGruff. Put the badge away for a minute okay? This is a funeral." Jane said.

"That doesn't mean he gets some kind of amnesty, Jane." Frost said.

"I know, okay? Just please. Bobby and Maura have been through enough, don't you think?"

Frost and Korsak both considered her words.

"Let's catch big, bad Paddy another day, alright?" she finished. Frost and Korsak both nodded, capitulating to Jane's persuasive argument. "Thank you," she said, "I'll meet you back at the car. I'm gonna go uh…" she said motioning toward Paddy. "Keep an eye on her, will ya?" She said, glancing at Maura who was still engrossed in conversation with Bobby.


Jane walked toward Paddy, and folded her arms across her chest.

"Doyle." She said in greeting.

"Detective," he returned.

"You gonna come out of the shadows anytime soon?"

"I'm fine right here, thanks." He answered gruffly.

"You even going to talk to her?" Jane pressed.

"She doesn't want to see me." He volleyed back.

"How do you know if you don't ask her? This has been one hell of a case for her. She just lost a cousin she never knew about. Don't you think it might be nice for her to actually talk to the family she has?"

"Point taken." Paddy said. He eyed Jane carefully. "So, it seems you and my daughter are having some problems?"

"What? No." Jane scoffed.

"I got eyes, Detective. I can spot a lover's quarrel a mile away. Especially with that girl. She's got her mother's fire. I've seen that look more than once."

"Yeah, well it's none of your business." Jane said, annoyed.

"She's my daughter. That makes it my business."

Jane scoffed. "In blood only. You have a long way to go before you get to make any other claim."

Paddy regarded her, solemnly. "You sure got a pair on ya, Detective. And you're lucky I like you. A lesser person would have had their teeth knocked in for that statement."

Jane stood her ground, and nodded.

"I get it." Paddy continued. "I know how love works. You and my daughter. It's the real thing."

"As real as it gets. I love her. More than anything." Jane admitted. "And I protect the things I love."

Paddy looked from Jane to Maura and back. "Good," he said. He looked back at Maura, who had ended her conversation with Bobby, and was eyeing Jane and Paddy where they stood. Jane turned to follow Paddy's gaze, to be met by Maura's studious expression.

Paddy looked back to Jane. "If she's anything like her mother, she'll forgive you. Just give her a little time and TLC."

"Oh now I'm getting relationship advice from a mobster? Great." Jane joked. "Since it was your fault in the first place." She said under her breath.

"What was that?" Paddy asked.

"Nothing." Jane covered.

"Okay, then trust me." Paddy said, and glanced back at Maura, who was now walking toward them. "I guess this is my cue." Paddy said, and indicated to Jane that Maura was coming.

Paddy left Jane where she stood and moved across the cemetery lawn to intercept Maura.

Jane stayed back to watch the exchange. Though she couldn't hear anything, she could read Maura's body language like a book. She inwardly winced. You better make it good, Doyle. She thought.

"Hello Maura." Paddy said, carefully regarding his daughter in front of him.

"You certainly look better than the last time I saw you." Maura answered, her tone hard.

"Yes." He agreed. "The wound healed nicely, thank you. You did great work."

"Yes, well, no thanks to you." Maura snipped.

"The situation wasn't ideal, no." He answered.

"Ideal?" Maura echoed incredulously. "You gave me no choice!" Maura's voice raised in anger. "You held Tommy and I hostage, and forced me to operate. Ideal could be no further than the truth."

"I know. I owe you an apology. That wasn't fair to you, or to the Detective's brother." Paddy said with sincerity. "I won't… I won't put you in a position like that again. I'm sorry."

Maura was momentarily taken aback by Paddy's admission.

Paddy continued. "I already got quite an earful from your Detective about this. She's one tough cookie."

At the mention of Jane, Maura's eyes softened and shifted to focus on Jane briefly. Jane was still standing by the oak tree where Paddy left her, watching them with curiosity on her face. Maura looked back at Paddy.

"Yes, Jane is one of the strongest people I know." Maura said.

Paddy nodded. "She's more than strong. She's honorable and smart. And she loves you like crazy."

Maura looked up at Paddy with a stunned expression.

Paddy laughed. "It's obvious you're in love with her. I knew it the first time I saw you with her."

Maura was little surprised at Paddy's insight but answered, "I…yes. I love Jane."

"Good. Then you'll forgive her. It was my fault she didn't tell you the truth. If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me. She was just trying to protect you."

"I don't need her protection, or yours." Maura said, emphatically. "I wish you both would just leave me alone."

"That's not gonna happen, and you know it. People like Jane and me, that's what we do for the people we love. Protect them. You'd do the same for Jane. I see it in the way you look at her."

Maura sighed heavily, and dropped her eyes to fix on a spot somewhere at Paddy's chest. "Yes." She said. "There is almost nothing I wouldn't do for her."

"Then cut the poor woman some slack." Paddy said, mirth in his tone.

Maura looked up and studied Paddy's face again. "It seems you've become quite fond of Jane."

Paddy nodded. "She loves my daughter."

"I don't know what to say-" Maura began and faltered.

"Maura," Paddy cut in, "You are my daughter. Like it or not, that's the truth." Paddy paused to gauge Maura's reaction. At Maura's silence he continued, "I know I'm in no place to ask, but I would love to spend some time with my daughter, if she'll let me."

Maura continued to study Paddy, tears pricking at her eyes. "I don't think that's such a good idea."

"Because I'm a criminal? That's not gonna change, Maura." Paddy softened his tone and continued, "Look. I don't want anything from you that you don't want to give. I'm not asking to give you away at your wedding, I'm asking for coffee. Just a coffee every now and then."

Maura still hedged, and crossed her arms at her chest as she thought about it.

"One cup of coffee," Paddy continued, "and we see how it goes."

Maura sighed again, and nodded very slightly. "Okay." She said, "Okay, one cup of coffee sometime."

Paddy smiled in relief. "Thank you," He said. He wrapped his hand around her forearm and squeezed it gently, as he turned to leave. "I'll be in touch," he said, and Maura nodded.

"Goodbye Maura." He murmured as he walked away.

"Goodbye." She answered.

At Paddy's departure, Jane slowly walked toward Maura, and looked at her as if seeking permission to approach.

Maura blinked back at Jane, her eyes full of emotion.

"Hey." Jane said, as she moved to stand across from Maura.

"Hi." Maura answered.

"You okay?" Jane asked.

"I…" Maura started, "I honestly don't know. It's been quite an overwhelming day."

Jane nodded. "Maura," she said softly, "I'm so sorry."

Maura looked up into Jane's eyes. "I know, Jane," she whispered. "Thank you. I understand why you did what you did, but if…if we're going to do this," Maura said gesturing between them, "You cannot keep things from me. I need you to be honest with me, no matter what."

Jane nodded vigorously. "I think I can do that," she said and smiled.

"Good." Maura answered. "I'm sorry, too, Jane. I should have given you the benefit of the doubt. I have a difficult time doing that. It is not one of my finer attributes."

"It's okay, Maura. You're human." Jane said with affection, and stepped closer to the other woman. She wrapped her hand around Maura's. "We'll figure it out. Because we're doing this." Jane smiled. "Right?" She asked, "We're doing this?"

Maura smiled brightly at her. "Yes, I believe we are."

Jane returned the smile with a bigger one, and moved to encircle the other woman in her arms. They stood there holding each other for long minutes before Jane dropped her arms and grabbed Maura's hand as they stepped out of the embrace. "C'mon, " she said, "Let me take you home."


Jane and Maura entered Maura's apartment in silence. Jane followed behind Maura as Maura put her keys down.

"Maur-" Jane began.

Maura spun around, and fixed Jane with a look. She advanced on Jane, and entered her space. "No." She whispered, "No talking."

Maura covered Jane's mouth with her hand, pivoting her thumb to trace Jane's bottom lip.

"I've talked enough for one day. I just want to feel this." Maura said, "I just want to feel you, right now. So, no. No talking."

Maura reached out and put her hands on Jane's waist. She leaned in and captured Jane's lips with her own, eliciting a moan from the other woman. The kiss was slow at first, achingly sweet. Maura opened her mouth and swiped her tongue along Jane's lips begging for entrance.

Jane granted it and then some. She took Maura's tongue in her mouth, sucking lightly, and raised her hands to cup Maura's face, holding her in place. Their tongues danced together, building the heat between them while they fell into the kiss. Maura's hands became restless at Jane's hips, and stroked a trail up Jane's rib cage scratching her nails lightly across the cotton shirt Jane was wearing. She dipped her fingers underneath the fabric, and brought her hands up to the underside of Jane's breasts. When she rubbed her thumb over an already pert nipple, Jane let out a hiss at the contact and broke the kiss.

"Whoa… ho. Wait a sec.." She panted.

"What, Jane, what is it? Are you stopping?" Maura said, her heavily lidded eyes betrayed her desire.

"What? No! God, no. I just need minute." Jane said gathering her breath.

Maura smiled, and nudged Jane's nose with her own. "You can have more than a minute. We have all night." She said in a low voice, and dropped a kiss to Jane's lips, nipping lightly and her lower lip.

"God, woman. You are killing me." Jane husked.

Maura gave her a full-watt smile. "Good." She giggled.

"You're pretty proud of yourself, huh?" Jane said.

"Very." Maura said, slipping her hands beneath Jane's lapels and moving her jacket off her shoulders.

"Uh huh," Jane said with a sexy laugh, "Well, two can play this game."

Jane discarded her jacket the rest of the way, and put her hands on Maura's hips quickly pulling their lower bodies together in full contact. She nuzzled her way through Maura's hair to her neck. She lightly grazed the skin she found there with her teeth, and kissed the spot. Maura's breath hitched, and Jane received a moan from the ME for her efforts. Jane continued to nip and suck lightly at Maura's neck, while she rocked her hips into Maura's. They continued to move against each other in tandem, as Maura brought her arms up to circle Jane's neck, sealing the front of their bodies together.

Jane moaned at the feeling, and Maura pulled her head back slightly.

"Jane," she said between kisses, "Bedroom. Now."

"Yes, ma'am." Jane replied, leaning down to wrap her hands around the backs of Maura's thighs, lifting her up and wrapping Maura's legs around her waist.

"Oh!" Maura said in surprise, "Jane," she laughed, "Put me down. You'll hurt yourself."

Jane kissed Maura again as she turned them, and headed to the bedroom.

"I can take down a two hundred pound suspect one handed. I think I got this." She said smiling and maneuvered them through the hallway and into the bedroom.

Jane walked through the bedroom, and turned herself around to sit on the bed, Maura in her lap. Once seated, Maura repositioned herself so she had a knee next to each of Jane's hips. She rose up on her knees, smiled again, and reached down to pull her own shirt up and over her head. She shook out her auburn locks, and graced Jane with a seductive grin.

Jane's eyes looked everywhere at once. The soft skin of Maura's chest, her brilliant smile, the black lacy bra that encased beautiful breasts. Jane's mouth went dry, as she took it all in.

Maura brought her hand to Jane's cheek and began kissing her again. When Jane remembered how to move, she brought her hands to Maura's torso. "You're so soft." Jane moaned into Maura's mouth. She stroked her fingers up and down Maura's sides, before moving around to the clasp on the back of the bra. She unhitched it easily, and laughed a little to herself.

"What?" Maura inquired.

"Nothing. It's just, that is so much easier from this angle. Not bad for my first time, eh?" She smirked.

Maura laughed, and brought her thumb up to trace around Jane's mouth. "No, not bad at all."

Jane slid her hands up Maura's back under the parted fabric, and slowly brought the straps down over Maura's shoulders and arms. Once she cleared Maura's body, she tossed the material away.

Jane could hardly fathom the sight before her. She had to remind herself to breathe, and was suddenly light headed. The pounding of her heart and the blood rushing through her ears drowned out any sound. There was just Maura, and she was perfect.

"Beautiful." Jane whispered in awe. "So, so beautiful." She brought her lips to center of Maura's chest and placed an open mouth kiss over her heart. She sighed, and looked up into Maura's eyes.

"God, do you know-" Jane said her eyes piercing Maura's. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" Jane croaked. She closed her eyes, the sensations flooding her body too much to handle.

Maura's hands were behind Jane's head at once, and her fingers rubbed at the baby fine hairs at the back of her neck. She leaned forward and placed a kiss on each of Jane's eyelids. "No," She rested her forehead against Jane's and whispered, "But, you could show me."

Jane opened her eyes, and nodded, kissing Maura fiercely. She gently lifted the other woman, and turned her around on the bed. Both women crawled up toward the head of the bed, and Maura lay back while Jane hovered over top of her.

Maura moved to the zipper on her skirt, before Jane stopped her. "No, let me."

Jane tugged the zipper down, and quickly removed the skirt, stockings and underwear, in one fell swoop. Jane crawled back up Maura's body, and kissed her soundly. "You are so fucking sexy." Jane said.

Maura smiled, and pulled back. "So are you. And Jane, if you don't get those clothes off right now, I'm getting my scalpel."

Jane laughed, and quickly divested herself of her shirt, slacks, bra and underwear. When she was finished, she took in the sight of her completely bare soon-to-be-lover. She stared into Maura's eyes, and Jane watched the other woman scan her body up and down. Maura's pupils dilated and her breath quickened as she took in Jane's slim curves.

Jane continued her own appraisal of Maura, and ended at her impossibly cute toes. Jane finally moved and ran her lips up Maura's calf, tongue swirling around a particularly sensitive spot on the inside of Maura's knee, before she trailed her tongue up her inner thigh.

She skimmed over Maura's hip with her lips, and dropped kisses up her abdomen to her chest. She paused, and her tongue lathed over one sensitive nipple. Maura growled, and curled her fingers in Jane's hair, pulling her up for a kiss. Jane braced herself on her elbows, and settled between Maura's thighs. She concentrated on nothing but the woman beneath her. Her skin was on fire, and she could feel Maura everywhere.

"Hi." Jane said, almost shyly, and Maura smiled, cradling Jane's head with her hands, and Jane's body with her hips and legs.

"Hi," Maura said.

Jane dove into Maura's mouth with fervor, relishing the feel of her body. Maura curled her fingers into Jane's wild locks again, and both began to move against each other in a rhythm their bodies knew on instinct.

The evening passed in a blur of fingers, tongues, kisses and moans, as they brought each other over the brink again and again. They couldn't seem to get enough of each other. Jane felt like a starving woman, her appetite ravenous. She would never be full enough. Never. Maura was utterly transported; her senses continuously overloaded. Just when she thought she couldn't sustain anymore, her body opened anew and received everything Jane had to offer.

When they were as sated and still as they could be, Maura held Jane to her chest, and stroked her hand across Jane's back in the pattern of infinity.

"Jane," Maura started.

"Hm." Jane was on the edge of sleep. The recent activity, warmth, and softness of Maura, lulling her into semi-consciousness.

"Thank you."

Jane roused at that, and looked up into the eyes of her lover. "For what, Maur?"

"For everything. For being here."

Jane propped her elbow up, rested her head in hand, and peered down at the ME. "There's no place I'd rather be." She traced her finger down Maura's cheekbone.

Maura sighed, and her eyes softened. "I love you." Maura whispered.

Jane smiled broadly, and leaned down to kiss Maura. "Say it again."

Maura laughed, "I love you," she said a little louder.

"Again." Jane said after kissing Maura a second time.

Maura shook her head in amusement. She cupped Jane's cheek, and looked directly in her eyes. "I am completely in love with you, Jane Rizzoli."

Jane continued grinning and placed another sweet kiss to Maura's mouth. "You know, " Jane said, "Paddy was right."

Maura looked at Jane quizzically. "Right about what?"

"About you. About us. He said I just needed to give you time and you'd forgive me eventually."

"Well, it's hardly Aeronautics Jane, taking moments to process information are very common facets of human behavior."

Jane giggled. "I think you mean rocket science, Maur, and that's true, but the sperm donor does seem to know you a little bit."

"Hmm." Maura said, considering. "Well, there is still a lot we don't know about genetics, it's quite possible the sperm donor might have knowledge of me I am unaware of. But Jane, " Maura continued and shifted to press the length of her body against the other woman's, her mouth centimeters above Jane's, "please don't bring up my biological father in bed again. It's kind of ookie." Maura sealed Jane's lips with her own.

"Ookie? Really?" Jane said and returned the kiss. Maura nodded, and Jane smiled against her mouth. "Okay, deal," she said, and molded her body into Maura's. "And Maura," she said, pulling back ever so slightly to make eye contact with the ME, "I love you too."


A/N: The poem Bobby recites is a traditional Gaelic blessing. I can't take the credit for writing such perfection. Thanks again for reading, party people!