AN: Trigger warnings to things are present. Don't like don't read.
I don't own Rizzoli & Isles. I just borrow them and some dialogue at times.
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Maura rolled her eyes at the man standing across from her staring down at the body of Charles Wilson. She didn't like to say she hated someone, but Agent Gabriel Dean was about to make her say it, out loud. He had been hovering around her for most of the day as she went over every inch of the decedents body. It had taken four hours to do the autopsy, which was long for her.
Dean kept interrupting her and asking questions that she really wasn't in the mood to answer. She wasn't in the mood to be around Dean more than she needed to be, but she was powerless to stop it. She was beginning to stitch the body back up as Dean had opened his mouth again, the same monotone voice that he always used.
"How long have you and Jane been seeing each other?"
She couldn't help the eye roll since she knew he knew damn well how long they had been seeing each other, "Technically since we started working together."
His eyes snapped up, a glare aimed at her, "You know what I mean." His voice was really starting to get to her.
She smirked at him, "A year. She proposed on Christmas Day."
He grunted as he crossed his arms over his chest, "Why?"
She grimaced at the Y-incision as she placed the last stitch, "Because we love each other and would like to share our lives together." She felt her stomach roll and she quickly pulled her gloves off, "Don't you have paperwork to do?"
He glanced at her and shook his head with a grin, "Nope. I'm here for the body."
She shook her head as the urge to vomit raced up her esophagus. She sprinted across the room to the sink, gripping the sides tightly as her breakfast emptied into the sink. She rinsed her mouth with water before turning back to the man behind her, a dare in her eyes.
He frowned as he moved closer, "You sick Doc?"
She narrowed her eyes at him, "I have a doctor's appointment this afternoon. You going to that with me too?"
He shook his head quickly, "Um, no."
She shook her head at him as she leaned back against the sink, "I have work to do so I'll put the body in the drawer."
He nodded, "I need that report now. Then you can work on the other cases."
She curled her lip at him, unable to stop herself, "I hate you."
He rocked back on his heels with a wide smile, "It's mutual Doc, I assure you. I'm going to go find Rizzoli."
She growled in the back of her throat as he exited the morgue, revulsion creeping up her spine. She really couldn't stand him, and it was beginning to get harder to control her temper around him. She sighed heavily and went back to work. Her mind kept slipping to Jane and what she would do when she found out that Dean was around.
Even more so she was excited to see what Jane would do when she found out that he had been hovering around her all morning.
She submitted the report an hour later and locked up her office as she made her way out through the back bay, needing to avoid Dean for a while longer. She didn't want to think about anything other than her doctor's appointment that she hadn't even told Jane about.
She didn't like keeping things from Jane, but she hadn't been feeling good for the last month and it was beginning to affect her at work. She figured it was just the flu but to be on the safe side she had made an appointment before saying anything to Jane. She wanted proof before she went to Jane since the woman was overprotective of her as it was.
Her being sick would only increase Jane's obsession that she not be out of the Detective's sight when something was wrong with her. Whether it be physical or emotional. That was just how Jane was and had been from the first time she had gotten sick, which thankfully had been a onetime thing.
What she hadn't thought of was the noticeable wrap that was on her arm after having blood drawn for the doctor even though the doctor was quite sure what it was. The information had been so unexpected that she had a hard time believing that her doctor was right and had the woman run every test just to be sure.
It had taken more time than she thought and by the time she left her doctor's office she had hope that Jane didn't even know she had left the building. When she slipped into her car and pulled her phone out to turn it back on, she knew she was going to be in deep trouble with her fiancé.
There were thirty missed calls from Jane alone, but apparently, she had gotten the entire family on the case. Angela had called multiple times, Frankie and Frost had texted more than a dozen times each and even Tommy had tried both calling and texting.
Just as she started the car her phone rang, Susie Chang's face appearing on the screen, "Doctor Isles."
"Thank god. Doctor Isles, Detective Rizzoli is on a rampage and Agent Dean might be trying to hide in one of the morgue drawers."
She snorted as she shook her head and pulled out of the parking lot, "I'm on my way now."
"I wouldn't if I were you Maura." Susie said seriously, the use of her first name telling her how serious her friend was, "Jane is on the war path and not even Frankie has been safe from it. You may need to stitch him up later."
She sighed, "Alright. I'm heading home."
Susie chuckled, "I'll go tell her right away and be her second favorite person for a while."
She smiled, "Who's the first?"
It was Susie's turn to snort a laugh, "You will always be her favorite Doctor Isles."
She laughed as the call ended and she made her way towards home, the shocking news still on her mind as she tried to think of a way to break it to Jane. But worry was at the front and center of her mind.
Would Jane even be happy about this? They had never discussed it and it had always been thought that it could never happen. It wasn't supposed to happen, but it had and now she found herself wanting it more than anything. She could only hope that Jane would be as happy as she was about the shocking news.
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She was so focused on her son that she didn't notice the waitress watching them in shock until a shout echoed throughout the bar, "Maura!?"
Her head snapped around and she stared at Angela Rizzoli, who stood behind the bar with wide dark eyes and tears in her eyes.
She couldn't stop the small nervous smile that pulled up the corner of her mouth. She had missed this woman over the years, missing their late-night talks with snacks. The woman hadn't aged much in the last four years, but her hair was a little greyer than before, no doubt put there by her children.
She wasn't expecting the thick emotions to roll through her body so suddenly at the appearance of someone from her past. Someone that was so particularly important to her, in more than one way. The guilt, pain, and overwhelming love she had for this woman was threatening to spill over as she watched Angela move towards her slowly. Hesitatingly.
She hated that the woman was hesitant to approach her, and her mind instantly snapped back to Jane. Would Jane feel the same way? Would she keep her distance from her after all this time? She hated to think it but maybe that's what happened after all the time that had passed without contact.
"Maura," Angela choked out, emotion swirling wildly in the older Rizzoli's eyes.
She turned to face the woman, very aware of her son's hold on the back of her shirt, "Yeah Angela, it's me."
She was swallowed in Angela's warm tight embrace and she couldn't stop the tears that flowed freely at the love in Angela's voice as the woman kissed her cheek and spoke in a quiet sob, "I've missed you. I love you Maura."
She hugged the woman tightly, all the memories of their hugs entering her mind at a rapid pace. She had always hated when people touched her, but when she had received her first hug from Angela Rizzoli, she couldn't deny that it was everything to her. Angela wasn't afraid to touch her like other people, like Constance and Arthur.
Angela held nothing back and only poured love into their embraces and it was something that she had found herself craving all the years that she had been gone. She had need Angela's motherly advice when her son was born, when she cried herself to sleep at night because she missed Jane. She craved it now more than ever before but wasn't sure if they could just pick up where they left off.
Angela pulled back as her eyes landed on the small boy behind her, "Who's this?"
Maura wiped her eyes quickly as she turned to her son, "Angela I have a lot to tell you, but I need to know… Where's Jane?" Her nerves won.
Angela sighed heavily, "At work as usual." She motioned for them to sit as she waved over the other waitress, "I'm taking a break." Her eyes were red and puffy as tears escaped every few minutes.
Maura placed an order for two burgers and fries before the waitress hurried away and she turned back to Angela, "She was always at work."
Angela shook her head, her eyes hovering on the boy, "When you disappeared, she threw herself into work. She never stopped looking for you, but homicides began to take priority as time went on. She's been pulling away from all of us over the years and I don't think she's had one decent night sleep since…" The older woman shook her head and wiped her face with a napkin.
She frowned at the pain in the older woman's face and voice, "I never wanted to leave. I want you to know that first and foremost."
Angela nodded, "He looks so much like Jane." The woman's face turned soft, "He's the spitting image of Jane at that age. Except he has your eyes."
She smiled as the boy buried his face in her shoulder shyly, "Angela this is Luca. Luca this is your nonna, your grandmother."
The little boy turned his face out of his mother's shoulder and stared at the woman across from them curiously, "You're Mama's mom?"
Angela smiled widely, another tear falling freely, "Yes sweetie."
The boy grinned and held out the photo to Angela, "Mommy says we can see Mama soon."
Angela covered her gasp with her hand as she took the photo from the boy and Maura smiled at the elder Rizzoli, "I was only able to grab three. He uses them to calm his anxiety. It's why it's so crinkled."
Angela nodded as she held the photo back towards the little boy, "I'll call Jane." Angela stood quickly.
She could see the emotion getting ready to spill from the woman and she frowned, catching the woman's forearm quickly, "Angela I didn't mean for it to happen like this. Please."
Angela's tears slid silently down her face as she stared at her. Maura could see the different emotion's swirling in the woman's eyes as Angela nodded and took her seat again.
She couldn't explain the sudden relief she felt, she wanted to see Jane but the thought of Angela calling the brazen Detective had sent a flutter of fear through her body. She knew it was irrational to be afraid of Jane, but she was definitely afraid. Maybe it wasn't fear of the woman herself but of the reaction that could come from the woman known as 'Hurricane Rizzoli'.
She glanced up as the waitress delivered their order and Luca leaned on the table on his elbows, his hazel eyes wide at the look of the food. She tapped his elbows, "Luca."
He nodded and sat back on his heels, scooting as close to the table as possible, "Mommy where's Mama?"
She couldn't help but smile at her son, he got his one-track mind from Jane, "She's at work right now. We'll see her later okay." He nodded as he bit into a french-fry.
She glanced up at Angela and sighed, "I never meant to just show up like this. I didn't know you worked here."
Angela shook her head, "I started here not long after you disappeared." Angela's voice lowered quickly, "Wait can we even talk about that?"
She nodded, "I was in Witness Protection Angela and I can assure you it was against my will."
Angela frowned, anger burning in her dark eyes, "You were forced?"
She swallowed her bite of burger and frowned as she glanced over at Luca, "It's not what I would have chosen at the time."
Luca grinned up at her before turning to eye Angela, "Nonna?"
Angela's tears slipped unnoticed down her cheeks, "Yes Precious."
"Do you have a house?" The boy asked innocently.
She knew that the townhouse had been sold after the second year and she couldn't deny that she was curious about where everyone was living. She glanced over at Angela and saw the hesitation in the older woman's face. She leaned across the table and took Angela's hand in her own, comfortingly.
Angela took a deep breath, "Jane sold the townhouse after the second year. Admittedly she didn't want to, but we were trying to get her to let go somewhat. Maura, she changed so much when you disappeared."
She felt her heart clench in pain as she eyed the woman, "What do you mean?"
She was smart enough to know that her sudden disappearance would cause a change in Jane but add the fact that Jane knew she was pregnant with Luca and it had to have affected her more. Her anger flared even more towards Agent Dean, but she also knew that it had been for the best that she left Boston.
Angela shook her head and wiped her face quickly, "Did she know?" Angela's eyes darted to the silent boy that was eating his burger slowly.
She stared at her son for a moment, seeing Jane in his every movement before turning back to Angela, "Yes. Three days." She swallowed back the thick wave of emotions, "Today, I found out I was pregnant, and I told Jane that night when she got home."
Angela quickly covered her mouth for a moment, taking the time to reign in her emotions, "It explains so much. She not only lost you, but she lost a child." Angela shook her head, "She never said anything and then we pushed her to sell the house."
She chuckled, unable to stop it, "I'm sure that was a fight worth seeing. I don't care that the townhouse is gone. I care about Jane and how she's been over the years."
Angela groaned, "First off we all know that two years of you being gone wasn't going to end well. She wasn't letting anything go. She was living in that house alone and eventually she stopped letting anyone in. We thought by selling the house that she would at least let the family in."
She frowned as she sat back, "Where did she move?"
Angela smiled, "The house that you two were in love with. She placed an offer the second she had a buyer for the townhouse. It's beautiful inside and out Maura. With it being more on the outskirts of the city she takes more time off but not enough and never when a tip about you came in."
"Tip about me?" She felt her chest tighten, "She's been looking for tips all this time?"
Angela nodded, her face full of anguish, "She believes the governor had something to do with your disappearance. She even charged into his office and gave him hell."
She smiled softly, "The Rizzoli way."
Angela snorted, "You remember."
They shared a laugh until Luca leaned into her body, his shy nervousness getting the better of him. She wrapped an arm around him as he buried his face into her side, "I still have to find a place for us to live so we need to get going."
Angela frowned, "I'll call Jane. It's your house too Maura. It was your money."
She shook her head, "I left everything to Jane because she already had my heart, Angela. It's hers more than mine now."
Angela shook her head, "I'm going to call her. Please don't leave."
She frowned, her fear of seeing Jane coming back to the forefront, "Angela I have to see my attorney and Jane is working. What time do you get off?"
Angela smiled as she stood, "At five."
"I'll go see my attorney and then I will be back here at five, okay."
She hated the fear that flashed into the woman's eyes. She knew that everyone would have that look in their eyes whenever she had to leave them for a while. She was desperate not to see that look in Jane's eyes because she knew that she wouldn't be able to leave. No matter what she couldn't leave Jane if that were the look she received.
Angela nodded, "I'll be expecting you no later than ten after."
She smiled at the woman, "I've missed you, Angela."
She hugged the woman tightly and felt the tears slip out as Luca hugged Angela's leg tightly, "Bye Nonna."
Angela's breathing became irregular, and she quickly took Luca's hand, "We'll see you soon."
She hooked the duffel bag over her shoulder and walked Luca out of the Dirty Robber. Her heart was still tight at the thought of Jane, but she had to focus on her next stop and that was the attorney that had been on retainer before she had disappeared. Dean had told her that he was aware of everything only because he was the one that turned everything over to Jane.
She had been angry when she learned that both the governor and her attorney knew about where she was, and Jane didn't. It didn't feel right, and she had fought as much as she could, but it began to take a toll on her body when she was pregnant, so she had to let it go.
Even now as she walked into the familiar law office, she felt the anger returning tenfold. She had always disliked walking into the stale beige office building. Her attorney was on the sixth floor and even his waiting room was something that had grated on her. She enjoyed the clean sterile smell of the morgue and her office but there was something different about other offices and even doctor's offices.
Luca clung to her leg gripping the usual photo in his hand tightly. He didn't like new things and he hated strange places, but she also knew that her anxiety was only adding to his. They were close, as close as a mother and son could be. They hadn't interacted much with anyone when they lived in New Mexico and while she had been at work one of the agents that was working on her protection detail, watched her son until she got off work.
The brunette secretary, a woman that had been in her early twenties before she had been put in witness protection, stared at her wide eyed as recognition crossed her face, "Doctor Isles?"
She kept her blank mask on, trying to calm herself not only on the outside but also to help calm Luca, "I need to see him. Now."
The woman nodded as she picked up her desk phone, "Doctor Isles is here to see you." She listened for a moment then nodded, "You can go in."
She turned and led Luca into the large office with wall-to-wall bookcases. The one large floor length window in the room sat behind her attorney's desk. His oak desk was larger than her and Jane's put together and she rolled her eyes uncontrollably, something she hadn't been able to shake mainly because she got it from Jane, which made her smile.
"Doctor Isles. It is so good to see you." The tall slender man stood quickly, his bright blue eyes filled with shock.
"It's Doctor Rizzoli but then you already knew that didn't you." She eyed him carefully as sweat broke out on the man's forehead.
"R-r-right. Doctor Rizzoli how can I help you." He sputtered.
"I need to know what else you did without my knowledge." At his hesitation she leaned her hands on his desk, her voice cold and dark, "I spent the last four years being kept from my son's mother, the woman that I love. I know you have children and a husband, and you wouldn't like it either. So, I'll ask you one more time, what else did you do without my knowledge?"
She watched as his body began to shake and sweat dripped from his forehead as he slowly sat back down. Loosening his tie, he cleared his throat and dug in his desk drawer for a file folder. He slid it across the top of his desk towards her and motioned at the chair behind her.
"Please have a seat and I'll go over everything."
She took a seat after snatching the file of his desk and flipped open to the first set of documents.