I do not own Rizzoli & Isles. Most of the characters in this story belong to Tess Gerritsen and TNT.

I would like to thank AVA for beta reading this chapter.


Chapter Nine.

"Oh God!" Maura cried, holding her stomach as the pain started getting worse and lasting longer.

"Miss Isles, can you tell me on a scale from one to ten how bad the pain is?" The fresh faced EMT asked as he wheeled the gurney through the hospital hallways.

"Jane! Where's Jane?" The blonde sobbed when she was able to take a breath.

"I'm right beside you baby." The Italian reached out and squeezed her girlfriend's hand, her usual tanned complexion a pale colour.

"Maura, I really need you to tell me how bad the pain is on a scale from on-"

"Fuck your scale from one to ten can't you see she's in enough pain without you hounding her with questions?" Jane snapped at the young man.

"Withall due respect I need to try and assess the seriousness of her pain to try to determine what's wrong." The dark haired man nodded as he stopped in the emergency bay.

"She is crying, in pain and is bleeding isn't that enough to tell you it's serious! Now get her to a real doctor before I shoot you with my gun." Jan growled, her hand moving to the holster on her belt.

"Ma'am I can see you're worried about your wife but I need you to remain ca-"

"It's Detective actually and until I see someone who's old enough to grow a damn beard then and only then will I remain calm now get your ass out of here and find a real doctor!" The detective spat, terrifying the boy into action.

"Jane." Maura whimpered.

"It's going to be okay sweetie;everything's going to be fine." Jane whispered as she looked over to her lover to see her curled up in a ball, cupping her stomach.

"What if I'm having her early? Or what if I'm losing her Jane? The chances of a baby surviving at twenty-five weeks is extremely low. We'd need a miracle." Maura sobbed.

"I-I can't see our baby girl wrapped in wires lying in an incubator Jane, I really can't." More tears streamed down Maura's face and Jane used all the strength she had to hold back her own.

"Don't think like that! If she's coming early she'll survive, she's a Rizzoli and if-if we're losing her then we can try again in time honey. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." The Italian whispered as she placed a small kiss on the blonde's head.

"Good evening ladies, my name is Doctor Hughes." A tall tanned man in a white lab coat walked into the small bay with a stethoscope around his neck and picked up the chart sitting on the end of the bed.

"Ah, Maura I see you're twenty five weeks pregnant and have been suffering from stomach cramps and bleeding." The man looked over his glasses and gave a smile hoping to keep both women calm.

"Yes, sh-she was at work and co-collapsed her stomach was hurting her and she was bleeding from her…area." Jane nodded, placing both hands over Maura's.

"Can you describe the pain Maura? You appear to not be having them right now?" Doctor Hughes asked as he walked over to the side of the bed, slipping on some gloves.

"They felt like menstrual cramps, they come and go, each one has been lasting longer." The blonde explained.

"I see, and the bleeding, was it severe? Are you still bleeding?" The man threw Jane a confident smile when she met his eyes.

"N-no, there was a little blood, like a light period but it was a deep red." Maura sniffed.

"Have you felt the baby move atall recently?" Hughes asked.

"She was kicking like a soccer player just this morning." Jane nodded remembering lying in bed her hand over Maura's stomach, watching her daughter's foot kick and kick.

"I-I had a check-up with my doctor this morning and she said everything was fine." The blonde whispered.

"Hmm, well I'll look into that. You said there was bleeding but have you experienced anything else such as watery discharge?" The doctor glanced between both women.

"No, nothing like that, the bleeding only started this afternoon." The other doctor whispered.

"What about any pelvis or lower back pain?" The man never looked up from his clipboard.

"No, none, I've had back pain from the start of my pregnancy but nothing too bad." The younger woman sighed.

"Am I losing my daughter Doctor Hughes?" The honey blonde's eyes filled with tears.

"From the symptoms you've described, I'm confident to say I don't think so. If you were losing the baby the bleeding would be extremely heavy and the pain would be constant and you would give birth to a very small foetus. You wouldn't be able to sit up talking with me without crying out in pain." The older man smiled when both women released a deep sigh.

"I'd be more confident if I examined you though if that's okay?" The man smiled and began to pull the curtain around the bed when the blonde nodded.


"Everything seems fine, the baby's heart rate and size are both normal, I don't see the need in testing the sugars and protein in your body as they were fine this morning but your blood pressure is sky high but I assume that's from the worry other than that both you and your baby are fine ." The doctor smiled and wiped the lubricant from the ultra sound off Maura's stomach.

"Oh thank god!" Maura sobbed and pulled Jane into a hug.

"See? Everything works out in the end." Jane smiled and planted a small kiss on Maura's lips, the utter fear of losing their child turned into relief in mere seconds.

"I believe you were suffering from some severe Braxton Hicks contractions earlier this morning, causing the pain and discomfort in your stomach. They're very common in pregnancies and are often mistaken for labour pains." The grey haired man smiled.

"Oh gosh, I feel like such an idiot." Maura blushed, embarrassed.

"I'm a doctor; I should have known the difference and not over reacted." The blonde gave a dry laugh.

"Nonsense, you don't specialise in child birth and I believe this is your first pregnancy?" The doctor looked up at the blonde when she nodded.

"Well then, it's better to be safe than sorry Doctor Isles." Hughes smiled.

"What about the bleeding?" Jane asked.

"I don't mean to embarrass either of you but did you happen to have sex before the pain and bleeding?" The older man smirked at Jane when her cheeks turned a light pink.

"Yes, w-we were in the middle of intercourse when I had to stop because it was hurting. The pain and bleeding started about two hours later." Maura chuckled, whereas Jane blushed.

"Ah, I do believe the blood was probably from spotting. Sex while pregnant can hurt from a number of reasons; everything is sensitive due to the excessive blood flow in your body so actions need to be gentle and maybe a simple position ladies." The doctor looked towards Jane whose eyes were stuck to the floor.

"Sometimes women can lose their natural lubricant due to the change in hormones so maybe consider purchasing some lubricant if you continue to have sex during and also after the pregnancy?" The man looked at the blonde.

"Oh no, lubricant isn't required believe me." Maura laughed.

"Oh god, stop talking." The detective muttered.

"You should probably have a urine sample tested incase you have a yeast infection; that can also cause a lot of pain." Doctor Hughes suggested.

"I think it may have been our activities, Jane can be a little rough sometimes-"

"Maura!" Jane growled her cheeks even redder.

"Then again I suppose being on top in the passenger seat of a car isn't the best posit-"

"Please stop talking!" The Italian begged.

"I'm sorry Doctor Jane gets very embarrassed when talking about sex but she has absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. I mean the sex is fantastic and although people say size doesn't matter, it does if you know how to use it and believe me, Jane knows how to use it." The blonde explained as she got off from the bed.

"Oh my god." The brunette hid her face in her hands.

"That's…great to know but as I said maybe some easier positions and softer actions and it shouldn't hurt." The older man smirked at both women.

"Also, I'll need you to take this monitor home and strap it to your arm for forty eight hours just to keep an eye on your blood pressure." The older man handed Jane a blue box.

"If it doesn't settle down, you can arrange an appointment with your GP and discuss treatment." Doctor Hughes smiled.

"Thank you, doctor." The blonde smiled and shook the man's hand.

"Yeah…" Jane cleared her throat as she approached the doctor, her cheeks still a shade of red.

"Thanks." The brunette mumbled.

"It's been a pleasure ladies, I hope everything goes well for you both." Doctor Hughes smiled before ducking out of the curtains leaving the women alone.

"That was scary." Maura whispered as she turned to Jane.

"No kidding, but you're fine, both of you are fine." Jane smiled.

"Peanut is fine." The Italian repeated, resting her forehead against Maura's.

"I love you." The doctor muttered against Jane's lips.


The evening had arrived and after the drama of the day both women were overjoyed to finally arrive home, despite the hour and a half stop; Maura insisted on doing for some grocery shopping. The blonde had a big shock today and she needed something to occupy her mind, rather than thinking about the possibilities of a miscarriage happening in the future, the possibility that she could actually lose her baby. Maura knew she'd over reacted, if she took a minute and was in her rational mind, she probably would have been able to put the pieces together and diagnose herself with Braxton Hicks and spotting after sex but that's the thing with being a new mother, you don't know the difference between standard cramps and labour cramps. You don't know if your child is fine or if something is wrong, those types of things come from experience but the doctor was beyond thankful she had Jane to support her. The Italian had remained calm and had been Maura's rock today, from the second Jane found out about the pregnancy she had been supportive and the medical examiner had never been so relieved or blessed with such a wonderful partner.

"I can't believe you casually discussed my junk with that doctor!" Jane whined as she kicked open the door, her arms full of grocery bags.

"Oh please, I discussed our sex life; it wasn't all about your genitals!" The blonde chuckled carrying nothing but her coat on Jane's orders.

"Did you or did you not tell him size matters!" Jane scoffed as she chucked the bags onto the kitchen counter before toeing off her boots.

"No I-well, maybe I did but it's not my fault you have a large penis." The blonde shrugged as she stepped out of her heels, picking up both pairs of shoes and placing them on the shoe rack by the door.

"You're unbelievable." Jane whispered with a grin.

"Ah crap, I've got twenty eight missed calls from Ma, seven from Frankie, two from Korsak and-"

"And what?" Maura asked tucking a strand of hair behind her ear after turning from the coat hooks.

"And four missed calls from an international number." The Italian swallowed the lump in her throat.

"International? Let me see the number." Maura grabbed the cell when she realised Constance had returned to Paris not long after their argument a few weeks back.

"T-that's my mother's work cell number." The blonde sighed and looked into brown eyes.

"Maybe sh-she wants to talk to you? Check up on you?" Jane suggested, seeing the worry in those hazel eyes.

"W-why would she? You were there Jane, you heard her; she wants nothing to-to do with m-me or the baby." The doctor's voice broke.

"Maybe my Ma spoke to her? You know what she's like. I should probably text her and tell her everything's okay." The Italian nodded.

"Jane…" The blonde trailed off.

"Yeah?" The detective waited after her lover hesitated.

"Can you maybe, ask her…not to come over tonight? Ask everyone not to come over, I just-I nee-"

"I understand honey; you need a little space before the storm in the form of Angela Rizzoli coddles you to death." Jane chuckled.

"Do you want to call your mother?" The brunette gave a small encouraging smile.

"Not tonight, I just want to put these groceries away, have a long bath and get tucked up in bed with your arms around me and our daughter snug in between." Maura sighed; she was beyond exhausted from today.

"You go up and get in a bath; I'll sort out things down here." The detective leaned over and kissed the blonde's lips.

"I love you." Maura whispered.

"I love you too." Jane grinned.

"Remember to feed Bass please; there are some strawberries in the bottom drawer of the fridge." Maura shouted as she made her way up the stairs.

"Yeah, yeah." The brunette mumbled as she began unpacking the brown bags.


The hours had passed and Jane had been busy downstairs, from finally picking up the phone to her nagging mother to getting a little work done, the brunette had headed upstairs about an hour after Maura to find the blonde flat out asleep and decided to leave her, she looked peaceful and obviously needed to recharge her batteries after the day she'd had.

"Hey, sleepyhead." Jane cooed, when Maura stirred as she climbed under the covers.

"H-hi." The blonde blinked a few times.

"W-what time is it?" The doctor croaked, confused as to why she could see darkness from the window behind Jane.

"A little after nine." The Italian smiled, snuggling so close to the other woman their noses were touching.

"In the morning?" The doctor furrowed her brows.

"At night baby." Jane chuckled.

"You let me sleep for four hours!" Maura almost shot up in bed if it wasn't for the arm wrapped around her stomach.

"I did and you obviously needed it, especially after today." The detective nodded and pulled the blonde's body closer.

"Have you just come up to bed?" Maura sighed.

"Uh, huh." The other woman nodded.

"What have you been doing for four hours?" The blonde haired woman asked.

"I made a salad for you; it's in the fridge if you want it. Then I finally answered the forty fifth call from my mother and then I Skyped with Korsak and helped create a timeline for our latest victim." The dark haired woman smiled at her lover.

"Sounds interesting." The doctor brought up her hand and traced Jane's jaw.

"Uh, huh." Jane repeated.

"My mother said she phoned Constance when she heard from Frankie you might have suffered a miscarriage…." The detective trailed off.

"And?" Maura asked knowing her mother all too well.

"She hung up a few times until my mother put her in her place, using some colourful language." Jane chuckled.

"Her words." The brunette shrugged.

"I think you should speak to her when you're ready to." The Italian nodded.

"She is your mother after all." Jane smiled.

"Hmm, I'll sleep on it." Maura sighed.

"Have you thought of any baby names by the way?" Jane asked, a smile tugging at her lips knowing the blonde would have.

"I…may have." The blonde blushed.

"Are you going tell me?" Jane smirked.

"Promise you won't laugh." The doctor whispered.

"Promise." The brunette nodded.

"I like Natasha, Natasha-Louise." Maura gave an awkward smile when Jane remained silent until the brunette finally burst out laughing.

"Jane you promised not to laugh!" The blonde scoffed, rolling away from her lover.

"I-I'm sorry baby." The detective wiped the tear from the corner of her eye.

"So, you want to name our daughter after a Russian Ship?" Jane tilted her head.

"Oh Jane, you've just put me off that name!" The blonde doctor huffed.

"How about Olivia?" Jane suggested.

"I dated a girl in College named Olivia." Maura shrugged.

"So that's a definite no." The brunette mumbled.

"I was on the fence about Rachael-Riley." The medical examiner smile as she watched Jane think about it.

"But then her initials would be 'RRRI'" Jane pulled a face.

"Hmm, I'm positive there's a financial stock on the market called 'RRRI' what if she was just Rizzoli?" Maura chewed her lip.

"Triple R? Seriously? Sounds like she belongs on WWE." The Italian laughed at her own joke.

"Oh come on, you know the wrestling show? 'World Wrestling Entertainment'?'" Jane rolled her eyes when the doctor remained oblivious.

"What if she was an Isles? Rachel-Riley Isles?" The brunette smiled.

"RRI sounds like a sexual transmitted disease." The blonde huffed.

"I don't want my daughter to sound like something that infects someone's genitals." Maura lifted her head and fiddled with her pillow.

"Why don't we name her Angela? Your mother's always been there for me, she's supportive of our relationship and she's been more of a parent to me than the two sets I have." Maura grinned at the idea.

"I don't know, I love my Ma and all but it seems too…Italian. I mean we've already got a Frankie and Tommy Junior do we really need another?" Jane scrunched up her face.

"What if it was something similar but not actually Angela? Something like…Angelica or Angelika?" The doctor turned towards her lover with a grin.

"Huh, I kinda like that idea." Jane nodded.

"And maybe Merchant for a middle name? You pronounce it with an accent." The other woman winked as she tested her French accent.

"Mm, I don't really like the French, they smell like garlic." Jane mumbled.

"Jane!" Maura slapped the brunettes arm.

"They do not! I spent four summers in France and not once did I smell garlic on anyone." The honey blonde giggled.

"Well they use garlic in all their cooking! You can hardly get anything without garlic in it!" Jane scoffed and folded her arms.

"Your mother uses garlic all the time and she's Italian!" The doctor pouted.

"That's not the same! My mother puts garlic in everything to give it that extra Angela Rizzoli kick!" The detective smirked.

"Fine, so we're back to Angelica or Angelika?" The blonde groaned.

"Thinking about it, Angelica reminds me of that kids program, the Rugrats?" Jane looked towards Maura who held a blank expression on her face.

"Well there was this spoiled brat of a kid that used to pick on the little toddlers and she was named Angelica." Jane sighed as she pulled down her boxers that had tangled at her thigh.

"Come up with some names then." Maura huffed, her hand rubbing slow patterns on her belly.

"I've always liked the name Ava." Jane picked at her nails.

"Like Avery?" Maura looked into brown eyes.

"No, just Ava." The Italian smiled.

"Hmm, I don't know anyone named Ava. Where did you hear it?" The blonde turned on her side and moved closer to the Italian stopping her fidgeting hands.

"I don't know." Jane shrugged.

"Ava Isles." The blonde tested the name.

"Ava Rizzoli." Maura repeated.

"It's still missing something." Jane furrowed her brows.

"Grace." The blonde said out loud.

"Huh?" The brunette turned on her pillow.

"Ava Grace Rizzoli-Isles." The doctor sat up.

"Ava Grace Rizzoli-Isles." Maura repeated a huge grin sitting on her face.

"AGRI." Jane whispered.

"I like it." The Italian nodded as she wriggled down the bed.

"Do you like that name honey?"Jane smirked, her lips touching Maura's stomach.

"Are you going to be an Ava?" The dark haired woman repeated and earned a kick against her mouth.

"I take that as a yes!" Maura beamed.

"Maura, Jane and Ava-Grace." Maura chewed on her lip with a grin.

"We should get some of those stockings with our names on them ready for Christmas." The Italian nodded.

"And we can hang them on the fireplace!" Jane pulled the blonde into her arms.

"Slow down there honey, we're six months from Christmas." The blonde laughed and tucked her head against Jane's chest.

"Doesn't hurt to be prepared." Jane smirked.

"It does a little." Maura giggled and Jane pulled her closer.

"Does this mean we can stop calling her Peanut?" The dark haired woman was met with a chuckle from her lover and a kick from her daughter.

She took that as a yes.


A/N: Angelica and Angelika are pronounced differently, just encase anyone is wondering!

I hope I didn't offend anyone with the garlic joke, it's just everything I've ever had in France was smothered in Garlic!

I named the Rizzles baby after my wonderful beta reader and I hope you all liked the chapter!