"You ready for this?" Frankie reached over to straighten his sister's collar.

"Are you kidding?" She said, a Rizzoli smirk crossing her face. "I was born ready."

Her brother rolled his eyes. "So you're nervous as hell?"

"Totally," she said, running a hand over her face. "I don't know why. I know she's not going to leave me hanging at the altar. I just, I mean, Frankie," she took in a deep breath. "I'm getting married."

"Yeah? I thought we were going to the prom." He ducked her incoming fist to his shoulder. "Come on, Janie, everything's going to go fine. Both Ma and Constance have been on Gloria all morning, and you know how Maura is. She'd never let anything not be perfect. Just go out there and do your thing. What's the problem?"

"Well, I… might have done something and not told Maura about it. Something she might not approve of, but it'd really suck to try to change it now." She winced.

"Oh boy," he checked his watch. "We have thirty minutes. You want to tell me?"

"Yeah," she shrugged, "Everyone's about to find out anyway."


"Thirty minutes," Maura leaned closer to the vanity's mirror to double check her makeup. "I hope Jane's doing okay. She's been so nervous these past few days."

"Well, darling, to be perfectly fair, it isn't everyday one gets married, and your detective tends to be tightly wound," Constance said, a gentle smile on her face. "You look lovely, and I do like the touch of the four leaf pendent. From where did it come?"

Maura's hand shot to the necklace around her neck. "It was a gift; something old." She gave her mother a nervous smile. "Have you seen Angela? She said she was going to check on the guests, but that was twenty minutes ago."

"Angela's such a social butterfly. I'm sure she's caught up in conversation with someone. I wouldn't worry," the elder Isle's eyes had never left the necklace. "When did Patrick come see you?"

Trying to hide her surprise and divert the conversation, Maura attempted to redirect. "I never said he had. You know," she smoothed out a nonexistent wrinkle in her dress, "perhaps it wasn't a good idea to send Carla out to find Angela. She is my Maid of Honor; I may have needed her for something prior to the ceremony, and she is just as social as Angela."

"They'll both be where they ought to be when the time comes," Constance answered with patience. "Maura, don't stall."

"I," at her mother's warning face, Maura caved in. "Two months ago. Jane and I were doing a late night inspection of our house, and he was there. He gave us a list of weak spots in the security system for our home, a recommendation of whom we could trust to fix those spots, this necklace which he said belonged to his mother, and," she paused, eyes finally meeting her mother's, "his blessing."

Constance reached forward to lay a finger on the small emerald clover. "Better his blessing than his disapproval, I suppose."

Maura frowned. "Jane said something similar. You're not upset that I'm wearing this?"

"No, in his own way and in the world from which he comes, he is a good man. He may be a part of the criminal element, but," with a shake of her head, Constance reset her line of thought. "Some things simply are, Maura. It is better to accept them with grace than reject them with ignorance."

A knock on the door interrupted their conversation, and the Maid of Honor followed by Angela stepped in.

"Maura, I'm about to go sit down, but I wanted to come back in to give you a hug," the Rizzoli said with a smile. "You look gorgeous!"

"Thank you, Angela. You look lovely as well," the doctor gently replied as she turned to her own mother. "You should be seated as well, Mother."

"Of course, darling." Constance leaned forward to place a kiss on her daughter's cheek. "I love you and am very proud of you. You do make a lovely bride. Now, try not to cry too much. Though it may claim waterproof, it isn't always so."

Maura chuckled. "Thank you, Mother. I'll take that into consideration."


The ceremony was smooth and the vows heartfelt. As the minister came to the end to declare that they may kiss each other as the newly married couple they were, Jane leaned forward to whisper in Maura's ear, "What he's about to say isn't wrong. I made a few changes over the past couple of weeks."

Before Maura could question, Jane turned them to face the audience. With a booming voice full of warmth and excitement, he proclaimed, "Friends and family, I present to you Missus and Missus Isles."

Only the years of social training prevent the surprise Maura felt to not show on her features despite the blush that suddenly reddened her cheeks. She glanced around to the faces of their guests, and noted the shock and surprise on each one. A smile beaming on her own face, she turned to Jane and kissed her again, "You could have told me."

"And spoil the surprise? Please! Come on, let's get out of here before Ma registers what just happened," Jane said as she began to walk them back down the aisle and to the safety of the room they would use to change in.


"Detective Isles," Maura mused as they closed and locked the door behind them. "It has a nice ring to it."

"I thought so. It's totally going to throw the press," Jane chuckled as she began peeling off her suit. "Speaking of, remind me to thank Cavanaugh for the coverage; he picked some great uniforms for the doors. I don't think I've seen a single reporter inside this place since we got here."

"We should send him and the off duty officers thank you gifts," Maura nodded as she stepped out of her dress to reveal the matching lingerie beneath. "You've handled the press coverage remarkably well."

"I've had good training," the dark haired brunette answered absently as her eyes raked over the view before her. "Brain stopped working."

Chuckling, Maura stepped into another white dress, covering up the distraction. "We'll be front page news tomorrow."

"Too bad we'll be out of the country by then," the detective answered before finishing up with her change of clothing.

"Jane," Maura stepped closer to her wife, placing a hand on the other woman's neck to force eye contact. "You really changed your last name to Isles?"

"Yeah," she nodded, a small smile on her face. "When we get back, my name plate will be different and I'll get a new set of IDs and a new badge. Lila in HR is helping me out. She's getting it all squared away for me while we're gone, said it was her wedding present to us." She shifted uncomfortably. "Is this okay?"

"I never thought you'd give up a part of your identity. It was unexpected but not unwelcomed." The doctor began gently rubbing Jane's neck. "Why did you do it?"

"I ask you to marry me," the detective began, clearly ready for this conversation, "but I wanted to be married to you. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I really treasure the idea of belonging to you, which probably sounds kind of weird. What I mean when I say that is that I like the idea of there being no question that I am your wife, and I wanted us to share a common last name. I recognized that I'm not attached to my last name. Regardless of what it is, I'll always be a blue collar Italian. But," she placed her hands on her wife's hips, pulling her closer, "I'm very attached to you. I figured it's easier for me to change my name and everything associated with it than it is for you to change yours, and I like your name how it is anyway." she shrugged, "I took your name. So… is this okay?"

"If we didn't have fifty guests waiting for us right now," Maura purred, "I'd show you just exactly how okay I am with this." She kissed Jane, taking a moment to show possession and approval in the action before reluctantly pulling away. "We should go."

Jane smiled, the tension finally gone from her body. "Ma's going to have a fit."

"There's only one way to find out," Maura said as she pulled away and opened the door. "Shall we, Mrs. Isles?"

"Lead the way," the detective answered, a smirk on her face as they exited to head to the reception.


Bet you're wondering where Jane's taking Maura for their honeymoon, huh?