A/N: So many ideas! Wolfergirl and rzils wanted these two ideas and so I decided to combine the two. Gabriella is not as aggressive but here comes Mama Bear in the name that is Marx!
Disclaimer: Read Ch. 1
"Getting to know you/ Getting to know all about you/ Getting to like you/ Getting to hope you like me" - Getting to Know You, The King and I by Rogers and Hammerstein
Ch. 9: Getting to Know You
Jane's POV
Friday
Friday couldn't come any quicker. The sad and semi depressed young adult I saw was gone like lightning and in it's place was this very exuberant and happy kid. Maura and I watched as Kris was working then occasionally would get a text message. We, more me than Maura, tried to swipe Kris' phone away from her to see the text messages but Kris was smart for she never left her phone around.
"I just want to know who Kris is texting to," I grumbled as I crossed my arms over my chest. I looked over at Frankie, "Have you tried to get a chance to look?"
He shook his head. "She guards it like it was gold," he told me then laughed, "But I don't need to know who she's texting to. It's really obvious." I raised an eyebrow and he gave a knowing look before looking to make sure Kris was not near then leaned it, "It was obviously Gabriella."
"I know that! I just want to know what they are talking about."
"You are acting like-"
"Don't," I pointed to him. He chuckled while I frowned, throwing a wad of paper at him before I rubbed my stomach, "Your Uncle Frankie is going to get hurt if he says a certain comment about being like a certain someone."
"Speaking about the kid, are you going to find out the gender?"
I shrugged, "We're not sure yet."
"You should be more nosey about that than Kris! You are just like-"
I threw the paper at him, glaring at him. "You say it and I will tell Ma about how all the wine disappeared during the family reunion when you were sixteen and youwere really sick for some unexpected reason."
Frankie frowned, "That's low."
"That'a why you don't compare me."
"What did he do," Kris questioned at the doorway. She looked from Frankie to me then questioned, "Did he just tried to compare you to No-"
I turned, "You say it and you are dead." Kris chuckled loudly before she walked over; checking her watch then looked at her phone. I raised an eyebrow, "You keep looking at that phone like it's going to come alive."
Kris wiggled her nose, "I'm just anxious and you are getting nosey."
"Am not!"
"Are too and I will say it," Kris retorted with a knowing look toward me. I rolled my eyes, turning away and leaned back in the chair just waiting for the evening to arrive.
R&I
We all arrived at the Dirty Robber grabbing a large table for all of us to occupy. Frost, Frankie, and Korsak were already playing darts while Maura, Kris and I stayed at the table. I took a small sip from my water before looking for to see both Maura and Kris sipped their own waters. "You guys don't have to drink water like I do," I told them.
Maura shook her head and retorted, "It's okay, honey. I need to drink a bit more water than wine. It helps keep us hydrated and-"
"I also need it," Kris interjected immediately. She fanned herself a bit and took a huge sip from her water before swallowing. She removed her leather jacket, placing it on the chair she was sitting in then Maura and I watched as Kris stared at the door tapping the table. Though the tapping had a very good beat, I could tell Kris was ready to jump out of her clothes. Never had I seen her look so nervous until now but as the door opened each time, Kris would almost jump out of her chair. I laughed slightly while Kris frowned, "What?"
"Jumpy much, kid," I questioned. Kris gave a sheepish smile while Maura kissed her cheek. I patted her shoulder, "She'll be here."
"I know that...I just hope that she doesn't get lost," Kris confessed.
"Kris, you gave her the directions. She'll get here when she gets here."
"Patience is a virtue," Maura added.
"I lack that," Kris rolled her eyes. She continued to gaze upon the door, watching as several other cops came inside.
I glanced at Maura noticing her gaze was fixed on Kris. "Kris," she voiced softly causing Kris to look at her, "why are you so nervous?"
"I don't get nervous."
"Kris..."
Kris sighed running her hand through her hair. "I...I don't want her to suddenly realize that I'm not...that special," I was about to argue before she placed her hand up. "I know you guys think I'm special but I don't know the way she looks at me make me feel like I'm on top of the world. But," she slouched in the seat, "once she gets to know the true Kris Marx, scarred and former serial killer's daughter. She might run off after that."
We gave sad looks at Kris before the door opened again. Kris quickly sat up, fixing her clothes before she stood up and walked over to the door. I looked over to see Kris smiling widely at Gabriella who smiled back at her. "She dressed up a bit," Maura whispered into my ear.
I gave a confused look. "Kris or Gabriella," I questioned back.
"Both," Maura smiled. I looked over at Kris finally noticed that Kris was dressed in a dark blue v-neck with her nice black sweater over it. It was consider in the 'Marx standards' of nice and semi formal attire. On the other hand, Gabriella was dressed in a light blue dress with her dark brown hair curled into waves.
Gabriella looked over at us and gave a small wave before we waved back. Kris led her toward the table with Maura greeting her first, "Hello Gabriella."
"Hello Doctor Isles," she greeted back.
"Please call me Maura."
"If I call you Maura, call me Gabby."
Maura nodded while I looked up at her with a smile and told her, "You can call me Jane." Kris smiled brightly at all of us with her pulling the chair out for Gabriella to sit down. I raised an eyebrow but smirked at Kris who sat next to Gabriella. I lifted up the menu and inquired happily, "So Gabby, are you a burger person?"
Gabriella nodded, "I love burgers."
I looked over at Kris, "I like her."
Kris chuckled softly before looking at Gabriella. I finally noticed what Maura noticed for Kris' eyes seemed to say simply, I like her too.
Maura's POV
"I never seen a teenager run after a dog so fast in all my life," Jane laughed causing everyone else to all giggle while Kris was covering her face in embarrassment. Gabriella wanted to get to know more about us then she inquired about Kris. Jane decided it would be fun to tell her some embarrassing stories. I looked over from my wife over to the seat next to Gabriella to see Kris' face on the table but I could still see the tinge of red.
"It was only down Beacon Hill," Kris retorted as she raised her head. "It was not even a bad run and I did end up catching Jo Friday."
"Yes you did," I agreed with her.
"You did sports, did you," Gabriella inquired.
Kris nodded, "Just a little bit."
"It shows."
Kris smiled at the comment with pride on her face then I glanced down to see Kris flex her hand a bit. I then looked down at Jane, seeing the same reflex with her hands. I took Jane's hands into mine, rubbing them softly.
It seemed a peaceful silence went over us with Kris and Gabriella relaxing comfortably. "Kris," we suddenly heard and looked over to see Frankie waving over with pool cues in his hands, "you want to be play?"
"Maybe later," she answered. She then stood up from her chair, "I'm going to get soda."
"I'll come with you," Gabriella told her.
I watched as the two teenagers approached the bar with Kris leaning against the counter and Gabriella stood close to her. "I think Gabriella is smitten with Kris," I whispered over to Jane.
Jane raised an eyebrow, "You think?"
"Gabriella and Kris are showing body language that is considered more than friends or even attraction, both-"
"I get it, Maur. But it kind of reminds you of us? I can feel the tension."
I laughed softly and kissed Jane's chin. "Yes, just like us," I agreed with her with a small smile.
"Well looky here, it's Kris Marx," Jane and I looked up to see Kris and Gabriella turning their heads at the sound of her name. Kris' face frowned and she stood up straight as we watched Thompson approach them.
Jane tried to stand up but I stopped her and whispered softly, "I got this."
"Maura…"
"You are not the only one who should be able to protect our family," I told her.
Jane took a moment before she finally nodded. I stood up, walking over to the bar while I watched Thompson leaned a bit toward Kris and said, "She's pretty, Marx."
"Back off, Thompson," Kris simply stated, turning away from him. Gabriella glanced at Thompson before looking back at Kris who mouthed, "Ignore him."
"I'm Detective Norman Thompson," Thompson placed his hand out to Gabriella. She looked at Thompson examining him before she looked back at Kris. Thompson frowned and pulled back his hand while his associates laughed at him. He walked around and stood behind Gabriella causing Kris to become tense as he leaned in, "Come on, you don't want to be with her."
"I prefer her company over yours anytime," she retorted causing Kris to give a small smile.
Thompson gripped the bar tightly while I looked around to see Vince, Frankie and Frost watching intensely. I walked over to them, standing next to Frankie who whispered to me, "Should we go over there?"
I looked over to see Kris staring at us. Our eyes locked before she shook her head, looking down. "Don't do anything. Kris doesn't want you to," I told them.
"Go away, Norman," Kris told him.
Thompson frowned more before he questioned, "How much do you know about Marx, little lady?" Kris' head snapped up at the sound of the words escaping his lips while the guys and I began to walk quickly over. Thompson chuckled, "I guess not that much. Have she told you about why she wears long sleeve shirts most of the time?"
"Shut up."
"Kris, what's going on," Gabriella inquired.
Kris shook her head with me noticing Kris rubbing her right hand vigorously. She was nervous and it seemed that Kris was not going to calm down any time soon. She seemed to be gritting her teeth as Thompson smirked at her then questioned Gabriella, "Do you know Adrian Marx?"
"No," Gabriella told him. "I don't care either so go away. You've done enough."
"Kris was considered a mistake."
I closed my eyes, flinching in pain. Most of the station knew about Kris' story and Adrian Marx. There were many things good about others knowing Kris' back-story. If they were new, they inquired about Kris and when they did, Kris just told them or another officer did. The bad part of it was what Thompson was doing; he was teasing her about her own pain, trying to get a rise out of her.
"I'm going to get him," Frankie gritted his teeth, preparing to storm toward them.
I shook my head, "Not before me."
Kris seemed to look away while Gabriella curiously looked at her. The look was filled with worry as well as actual hurt for Kris was not speaking back to defend herself. "A father's mistake," he spat.
"That's enough, Detective," I told him immediately. I walked over to Kris wrapping my arm around her. She looked up at me with a weary look before she scooted off the stool, walking away. I looked over at Gabriella who was watching Kris walk off. "You better follow her, Gabby," I told her.
Gabriella nodded and began to follow Kris. I looked at Thompson who was smirking at me. "You feel satisfied," I questioned him.
"No, of course not," he replied sarcastically. He then laughed with his friends laughing along with him. Korsak eyed them causing them to be quiet and walk off.
I pressed my lips together with him still laughing. Suddenly I lifted my hand, slapping him across the face. The slap echoed throughout the restaurant with everyone gaping in surprise. I then grabbed his tie, pulling him close while everyone watched. "Don't you dare hurt my daughter ever again," I told him. "You understand?"
He nodded.
"Good," I released his tie, walking away from him. I sat down with Jane who had a surprise look.
"Wow," all she said simply.
"Where's Kris?"
Jane closed her jaw a bit, "She went outside and Gabby followed her." She shook her head and sighed, "Thompson got to her."
"I know. I just hope that Gabriella can help her."
"Me too," Jane agreed, kissing my temple softly.
Gabriella's POV
"Kris, wait," I called out to her. However, she continued to walk off in a fast pace and I figured it was what Thompson said. It affected her strongly but I didn't want her to walk off as I shouted, stopping in the sidewalk, "Kris, please stop because what he said was bullshit." At those words, Kris stopped at a lamppost, looking down at her feet. She turned around and sighed as she ran her hand through her hair.
"Not all of it was bullshit," she confessed.
"I don't care. You're my friend and when you're ready to tell me, you can tell me as long you're ready." Kris was silent for a moment and I decided to walk over to her. When I reached her, I took her right hand into mine, feeling the light scar on her hand before I looked down. "Would you like to come over to my place?"
I felt Kris squeeze my hand lightly. I looked up to see that she was looking down at me. She attempted to smile at me before it faded slightly; "Lead the way," she told me in a soft whisper.
I smiled at her softly before I stopped. "We need a cab," I told her.
Kris shook her head and informed, "I have my ride." She led me down the street before we stopped in front of a motorcycle. I watched as she climbed on then held out the helmet toward me. I gazed it cautiously before I heard Kris give a soft laugh causing me to look up at her to see a small smile. "You a bit chicken," Kris teased.
"No, I just…never really had been on a motorcycle before." Kris tossed the helmet to me, making me catching it. I placed it on before I sat behind her and suddenly the engine went on. I jumped in surprise before I felt Kris' hands on mine, bringing my arms to wrap around her waist. "I won't fall off, right," I asked her nervously.
"I promise I won't let you fall. Just hold on."
I blushed slightly before I felt a small jerk causing my grip to wrap tighter around Kris. I placed my head on her back as I felt the motorcycle beginning to move. Oh my god, my mind screamed.
Jane's POV
"Maura, what do you see," I questioned my wife as a majority of us were trying to peer out of the windows.
Maura shrugged, "I cannot tell, Jane and you asking for the tenth time will not help." I huffed loudly while Maura rolled her eyes, "Everyone is right, you are nosey as-"
"Don't say it!"
Maura turned, "You are as nosey and meddling as your mother."
I gaped, "Maura!"
"It's true."
"It is not."
"Sh…"
I gaped, "Did you just shush me?"
Maura glared at me and I just shook my head before I looked back out the window to see Gabriella's hand holding Kris'. They spoke softly before Gabriella began to guide Kris away until stopped. She spoke again before Kris shrugged and gestured the other direction and stopped in front of her motorcycle. "Oh boy, I hope Gabby holds on," I mumbled. Kris started the engine with Gabriella wrapping her arms around Kris. I noticed Kris looking toward the windows before she winked at them. "Kris knows we were spying," I told everyone.
"That kid knows everything," Korsak pointed out. He walked over toward our table and looked at Maura, "I'll make sure Thompson gets a new asshole but you did a good job, Doc."
"Yeah you did, Mama Bear," I told her.
Maura smiled softly, "No one messes with my cub."
"You better believe it."
Kris' POV
"So you finally got furniture," I pointed out as I removed her leather jacket, placing it on the coat rack. The apartment looked cozy with a nice light brown sofa with a small coffee table across from the television set in the living room. The walls were painted in a light red color giving a nice warm feeling in the room with several pictures of people on her wall. I then looked over to see her in the kitchen, which had a small bar top.
I watched as she moved around before she looked up at me. I looked away casually as she asked, "Would you like something to drink?"
"Water is fine," I answered before I turned around to look around the living room. Thompson had indeed irritated me but this was beyond the usual irritation. He embarrassed me in front of Gabriella and mentioned Adrian.
She deserves to know.
She is going to run.
How do you know?
I know!"
"Kris," Gabriella called out to me.
"Yeah?"
"What did Thompson mean by mentioning Adrian Marx," she asked, hearing the caution in her voice. I winced at the question and stood silent, feeling my heart throbbing as my ears seemed to throb with my heartbeat. She approached me quietly, handing me the water, which I took a giant sip from the water. The silence was strong before it broke by her voice. Her voice apologizing, "I'm sorry, Kris. I overstepped and we've barely-"
She deserves to know.
I closed my eyes, placing the water down as I sat down and cut her off, "Adrian Marx was my biological father."
Gabriella's apologies ceased as I looked at her with a tired expression. I took off my glasses, placing them on the table before I gestured for her to sit down. She took a seat with a surprised and concern look causing me to look away slightly. "You deserve to know who you are going to be friends with," I told her quietly.
"As long as you're ready. I'm sorry, I feel like I'm pressuring you and-"
"Gabby, stop apologizing because you are not pressuring me. I've been ready for a while to tell people the same old story. It's hard because I'm a monster's creation. Adrian Marx was a monster," I expressed as I flexed my right hand.
"He was your father?"
"Unfortunately and I should start from the beginning and… I should show you this," I told her. I cleared my throat slightly before I removed my sweater over my head and placed it down, revealing my scars running up and down my arms. I closed my eyes at the sound of the gasp that escaped Gabriella's lips.
She either stays or runs. You are taking a leap of faith here.
I looked up at her to see sad, sympathetic eyes. "How," she whispered, gazing at my scars.
"It started when Adrian left when I was about nine or ten…"
Yes, I cut it off right there. I love my little joke with Jane and go Maura! So please review, PM, comment, give ideas, etc! Also, check out 'Adventures of Kris Marx'!
