A/N: This chapter is a bit longer, but I hope you enjoy October for Rizzles and Mini Rizzles. :)

The sleeping bag was made for one person, but that didn't stop Maura from entering with Jane although she had her own sleeping bag next to Jane's. Hannah and Emma were due to arrive in half an hour, so the two of them decided to enjoy some time to themselves beforehand.

"I'm proving my love for you tonight," Maura said as she laid her head on Jane's chest.

"You always prove your love for me," Jane told her.

"I'm especially proving my love for you tonight. I'm sleeping in a tent in my backyard."

"We're doing this for Hannah," Jane reminded her. "She's been depressed lately and I thought a backyard campout would cheer her up. She's always wanted one."

Maura ran her fingertips along the side of Jane's torso. "You really love her."

"Sometimes I wish she were my daughter," Jane admitted. "She deserves better than the home life she has."

"What type of home life does she have?" Maura asked. "Jane, is there something you aren't telling me?"

"Her dad has been in and out of prison since before Hannah was born and her mom doesn't give a damn about her. She goes from one man to the next. She doesn't even want her, Maura, which is why she's always here or at my apartment or at Emma's house. Her mom dated Tommy when they were in high school. I didn't like her then and I don't like her now. Hannah's a good kid. She's at her school on a scholarship, she made the varsity basketball team, and she already knows what she wants to do with her life. All she needs is someone to guide her and make sure she stays on track."

"Hannah looks up to you," Maura said before kissing her fiancée. "…which frightens me."

Jane made an attempt at being offended, but she couldn't help holding Maura even closer to her. "You had me in your corner right until then."

"We'll think of something," Maura said reassuringly. "I know what it's like to feel unwanted."

It was statements like that which broke Jane's heart. She imagined the woman she loved growing up with all the material possessions she could ask for, but never truly being loved and nurtured.

"That's all in the past," Jane said as she moved her hand underneath Maura's pajama shirt and started stroking her back. "You're going to be loved everyday for the rest of your life. I'll make sure of that."

Hannah opened the tent just wide enough to peek inside. "Are we interrupting something?"

"Oh, Hannah, are they kissing? I love watching them kiss," they overheard Emma say. "I can't wait until you kiss me the way Jane kisses Maura."

Hannah popped her head out of the tent and turned to her girlfriend. "Are you saying I'm a bad kisser?"

"N-no," Emma stammered. "It's just that Jane is so strong and has such a chiseled body and Maura is a grown woman with such a feminine physique and I'm still in a training bra and you wear kid-sized basketball shorts. We aren't at their level yet, but we will be soon enough because we're going to be together forever just like Jane and Maura are going to be together forever."

Jane and Maura quickly gave each other a peck on the lips before insisting that their little companions join them in the tent. As usual, Hannah allowed Emma to enter first. Although they hadn't planned their backyard campout ensembles together, Emma showed up in a similar pajama set as Maura's and Hannah was dressed in flannel pajama pants and a Patriots t-shirt that belonged to Jane when she was in high school.

"Oh, Maura," Emma began in an overly dramatic tone. "I brought something for us to thumb through while our women are amusing themselves with ghost stories and the like." Maura's eyes grew wide as Emma handed her a three-ring binder filled with page-protected pictures of wedding dresses, cakes, and floral arrangements she had compiled from bridal magazines. Maura hadn't given weddings a second thought, but Emma had everything prepared. "You are going to be a beautiful bride. Jane, what are you going to wear? Is your dress going to be similar to Maura's?"

"No!" Hannah answered for her. "Jane Rizzoli is not going to wear a frilly wedding gown. She's way too cool for that. Jane is going to wear black slacks and white shirt."

"Oh, you're right," Emma responded. She was even more excited about a possible wedding than Jane and Maura were. "I think it would be more romantic if Jane wore pants instead of a dress. Oh, this is going to be so beautiful! Where are you going for your honeymoon? Jane, you'll finally get to make love to Maura for the first time."

Jane and Maura couldn't help but snicker. "Emma," Hannah said as she squeezed her girlfriend's hand. "I'm sure they've had sex already. In fact, I'm sure they've already had sex today."

"That's unfortunate," Emma said sadly. "It would have been better for them to save it for the honeymoon like we're going to do. And I hate the word 'sex.' It should be referred to as making love instead because that's what it is. At least, that's what it's going to be for us someday."

"How about a scary story?" Jane suggested in hopes of changing the subject. She had made love to Maura earlier that evening, but it wasn't something she felt comfortable discussing with two fourteen-year-olds.

"I love scary stories!" Hannah said excitedly. "I'll go first." Feeling overly confident in her ability to tell scary stories, she held on to Emma just in case her story was too frightening for her. Once Emma was secure in Hannah's arms, Hannah flashed Jane a look which meant she should hold Maura. "It was a dark and stormy night…"

"That phrase was first used by the Victorian novelist Edward Bulwer-Lytton in the novel Paul Clifford. I believe it was published in 1830," Emma informed everyone.

"Thank you, talking Google," Hannah said sarcastically. "May I finish?"

"You may," Emma responded.

"It was a dark and stormy night," Hannah continued. "Ugh, I can't do this. Jane, you wanna tell one?"

"Have you ever heard of the kidney heist?" Jane asked Emma and Hannah.

Hannah was intrigued. "No, tell it."

"It originated from a rejected movie script," Maura told Jane. "Any existence of an actual kidney heist has never been proven. There would be records and victims coming forth with their stories. It's merely an urban legend that people claim happened to a friend of a friend to make it personal and believable, even to instill fear. The legend resurfaced in the late '90s via email claiming that—"

"Okay," Jane said, frustrated. "There went that story. How about the clown statue?"

"Tell it," Hannah insisted.

"One night, a girl not much older than you two was hired to babysit for a wealthy family in Beacon Hill," Jane began.

Emma gave Jane a frightened look. "But we're in Beacon Hill."

"Don't worry, I'll protect you," Hannah promised Emma.

"The house wasn't too different from Maura's," Jane added just for the shock value. "Once the children were asleep, she started flipping the channels in the living room, hoping to find something to watch so she could keep herself busy until it was time to go home. She had found something to watch, but she just couldn't focus because there was this freaky clown statue in the corner of the living room and she felt like it was staring at her. She tried to ignore it, but she just couldn't shake the feeling that this thing was actually staring at her."

"So what did she do?" Hannah asked.

"She called the parents," Jane continued. "They weren't due home for another hour, so she asked if she could watch TV in the master bedroom. When the parents asked why, she explained how the clown statue was creeping her out and she didn't want to be in that room anymore. That's when the dad's tone of voice changed. He tried to remain as calm as he could as he told the babysitter to grab the kids and go next door. 'Why?' she asked, but her fate was sealed before he could even tell her that the family didn't own a clown statue."

Emma let out the most high-pitched scream any of them had ever heard. "He killed her! Oh, Jane, he killed her! And this was in Beacon Hill, so close to where I live and so close to where Maura lives. You have to protect us, Jane."

"It's only a story. You're safe here," Maura tried to reassure Emma.

"Yeah," Hannah added. "If it were real, there would have been something about it in the paper and Jane would have caught his ass already."

"She's right," Jane boasted. "I would never let someone like that get away."

"Jane's the best at what she does," Hannah told her girlfriend. "And I'm going to be just like her."

"Jane and Hannah will keep you safe," Maura said to Emma, although she was looking at Jane. "Jane always protects me and I know she'll someday protect Baby Rizzoli."

"Baby Rizzoli?" Emma asked excitedly. "Maura, when are you going to have a baby?"

"Yes, Maura, when are you going to have a baby?" Jane asked. "Do you mind filling me in?"

"After we're married?" Maura said. Jane wasn't sure if it was supposed to be a statement or a question. The moment she saw Hannah kiss Emma, Maura inched her way closer to Jane. "I had to get her mind off of the story and it worked...momentarily."

"How about another story?" Hannah suggested. "Have you heard of Bloody Mary?"

"That's a good one," Jane told her. "I think you should do the honors."

"That story has been passed down for centuries," Maura explained. "It's mostly told to adolescent girls at sleepovers as a way of warning them about the dangers of vanity. Each generation adds its own—"

"Maura!" Jane interrupted.

"Yes?" Maura asked.

"You're banished from the tent!" Jane commanded.

"But—"

"Banished!" Jane reiterated.

Maura quickly kissed Jane before gathering her belongings. "I love you, Jane. Emma, we can go inside the house where there's a heater and beds."

"And hot chocolate?" Emma asked.

"And hot chocolate," Maura said and flashed Jane a smug smile. "Jane, Hannah, have fun camping."

"Bye, Hannah," Emma said before happily following Maura inside the house.

"Women," Hannah sighed. "Ruining our stories and our fun. We're better off just the two of us."

"Exactly!" Jane smiled. "Where were we?"

"Let's tell the hitchhiker story," Hannah suggested.

"Before we get to the story," Jane began. "I have to tell you something."

"What's up?" Hannah asked.

"If you ever need anything, know that I'm here for you," Jane said to Hannah, hoping she would get the hint. "Call me and I'll pick you up. It doesn't matter what time."

"Okay," Hannah said. The two of them always tried to be tough around Maura and Emma, but now that it was just the two of them, Hannah knew she didn't have to put up a façade. Instead, she latched on to Jane and started crying. "Jane, I wish you were my mom. Why can't I be yours instead of hers? Why did she have to give birth to me? She hates me, Jane."

"No, she doesn't hate you," Jane tried to say as reassuringly as she could, but neither her nor Hannah were buying it. She didn't have an answer that could make Hannah feel better, so she just held her as long as Hannah wanted her to. I wish I were your mom, too.