Hey guys. Hope you are doing fine. I'm Sorry, I made a mistake and wrote the cold Boston winter a few chapters ago. I meant New York. Jane and Maura are still in New York of course.
„Jane?" Johns voice sounded excited which made the brunette excited to.
"Do you happen to know an Angela Cecilia Rizzoli?" Jane scratched her head. "Cecilia?" she asked confused.
"Yes. She lives in Boston. Would be great if you were related because she has the permission to foster. I thought that this would be the easiest thing to check the databases for relatives of yours who already have a permission to foster and tadaa there came up this name."
"My mother is called Angela" Jane slowly said unsure about her mothers second name.
"Well, she lives in beacon hill. Doesn't your wife own a house there? Anyways, go check with her. If its her, we can place Amanda into her hands until you are allowed to foster yourself. I know that there will be a distance of 400 miles – technically. If you know what I mean. At the same time, I found a possibility to speed up your assessment process. So, you could get permission to foster her much sooner."
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Jane wandered into the division one café, glad that her mother was working this day. Unfortunately, there were many cops around, so she waited patiently until she got to ask her. She had flown all the way from New York to talk to her in person, thinking that it would make things easier.
Once the crowd diverted into different direction and after talking to some old colleagues, she approached the counter.
"Ma? Why did you never tell me that your second name is Cecilia?" Jane smirked teasingly and watched amused how the matriarchs jaw dropped to the floor. "Jane? What are you doing here?" Angela asked and paused to narrow her eyes to small slits.
"Have you ran my name through your computer? Are you bored Jane?" Angela suddenly snapped indignantly and the brunette chuckled. "You do realize that I could now always call you by your full name when I'm annoyed? Just like you do with me." Jane asked with a teasing grin.
"What's this nonsense about Jane?" Angela blushed.
"You have a foster license?" Jane cut to the reason of her visit, gratefully accepting the offered coffee out of her mothers' hand. Now Angela was looking totally puzzled.
"I'm just asking because I happen to know a kid that needs a good home. Maura and I want to foster her, but the process is supposed to take half a year, and the girl needs a home now."
Jane decided to stop playing games and glanced at her mother. Angela was even more confused now. "You already have three kids, now you want another one?"
For the first time Jane saw that Angela had a limit to grandkids, which was kind of astonishing to her. "Ma, please! Its Julia's girlfriend. Her father is abusing her. She's scared. Maura and I can take her, but we need the license to foster her officially. So we thought that she gets officially placed into your hands and stays with us until we get it." Jane became serious hoping that Angela would go for it.
The situation melted the Rizzoli matriarchs' heart like it did melt every Rizzoli's woman's heart. "Yes, I have a license. Half a year you say?" now her eyes were shining. "Julia's age?"
"Yes and yes ma. But we will change the office into a bedroom, so she can stay with us and she won't bother you that much."
"Oh please! I mean, the kids never bother me! Aren't the holidays around the corner? I already wanted to ask if they wanted to come and see me. There is enough room in the guest and main house altogether." Her voice trailed off and Jane rolled her eyes. Then she gave her mother a loving smile.
"I'm sure they will want to visit you. Then you can also meet Amanda. She's a really great girl. I will ask Maura, maybe we get a few days off as well and we can come with them. Afterwards we leave them here for a few days which gives us the opportunity to work on Amanda's room." Jane spoke her thoughts out loud before refocusing on her mother who grinned from ear to ear.
"So, I can tell CPS that its okay for you then?" she asked, and Angela nodded with a wide smile.
Jane hugged her mother and thanked her. "Its nothing, really." Angela blushed slightly and waved Jane goodbye. The brunette had only gotten that one day off, so she headed right back to the airport.
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Jane sighed as she took the two cups of coffee to take them down to the morgue. It was already late, but she had learned by texting with Frankie earlier, that Maura was still at work. On the way from the airport she called John to give him her mothers okay. Her friend announced that he would prepare the forms to sign and that he would notify her as soon as they were ready.
Arriving at the morgue, Jane found Maura in her gear at a steel table. She was working on some old man, mumbling her findings into a microphone. Highly concentrated as she was, she didn't notice Jane coming into the room. Only when a shadow fell over the body on the table, she noticed Janes presence.
"Problem solved." The brunette beamed at her wife who looked puzzled. Until she realized that they were talking about Amanda. "Wow, your friend really works fast. What's the solution? When will we have to clean out the office?"
"Ma has a foster license. She will foster Amanda until the case is cleared. John will bring the paper tonight after talking to police and filing a case with the pictures of her wounds." Jane excitedly smiled which made Maura giggle.
"You are like a child. You know that's one of the things I love about you."
"What, that I'm like a child?" Jane almost sounded offended.
"No, that you are so cheerful just like almost only a child can be." Maura corrected her not getting the joke.
"Anyways, Amanda can crush in Julia's room until we get her room ready. Ma invited the girls to stay with her in Boston during their holidays and I told her that we might join them for a few days. Meanwhile the girls stay there we get the opportunity to make a bedroom out of the office. Ma will foster Amanda officially but will trust us with the girl's wellbeing under the pretext that it's better not to make her change schools before the next school year. John claims that it will be enough for us to obtain our own license." Jane gave Maura a proud look.
Maura chuckled softly. "Well done Sergeant Rizzoli. And all within 24 hours." Jane could feel a weight falling off of her wife's shoulder and resisted the urge to hug her. "Can you wait with breaking the good news until I'm home?" the doc asked, and Jane agreed. "Its going to be hard, but I'll give my best." The brunette said and gave Maura a smile.
By the time she reached her car a text reached the families whatsapp group. Amandas dad is on his way to pick her up.
Jane cringed. She dialed Johns number to see how far he was with filing the child abusive case with the police. He sounded stressed but confirmed that it was only a matter of time until a judge would place an order for an agent to get the girl out of her home.
Jane explained that the father was on his way to pick Amanda up. "Either you can talk him into to letting her stay or you have to let her go." John sighed and promised to text her as soon as the order from the judge was out.
He couldn't say how much longer the judge would take, so she felt highly uncomfortable when speeding up her driveway to meet a tall and very grumpy looking man at her doorstep.
"Hi!" she greeted him friendly and stretched out her hand which went ignored.
"Sergeant Rizzoli?" he asked with a mischievous and somehow threatening look.
"Yes. And you are Amanda's father I assume?" she sounded a bit less friendly now.
"Damn right! I'm here to pick up my daughter." His voice was sharp, and Jane could understand why Amanda had been scared of him all the time.
"Why don't we have some coffee and talk. I mean cant harm seen as our daughters a friends." She tried, still sounding polite.
He shook his head in no stating that he was just picking up his daughter. When he added that he would make sure, that their daughters wouldn't be friends anymore, because he didn't want Amanda to be close around lesbians Jane hitched a breath.
It was then when the phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out and turned it in a way that the man couldn't read it. On my way. Police too. Where is he? John wrote.
Jane texted him the address, feeling still stressed. "Well, that's not very nice. I don't like what you are saying." Jane stated nonchalantly and saw the mans face turn into a smirk.
"Why do I have the feeling that you are holding my daughter as a hostage?" he snarked.
"I'm not holding her as a hostage and you are free to call the police if you like." Jane snarked back.
"Oh no, wait. There they already are." She stated with a sly grin. The man turned and made a motion to run away. But Jane tackled him on the lawn in front of their house. "I'm going to be honest with you." She said. "I hate people who harm their kids. I have seen what you have done to her. At least part of it. And if I wasn't with the police I would…"
The doors of the police cruiser flew open and she heard people approaching. "I did nothing wrong! She attacked me!" the man said to the police officers trying to get out of Janes firm grip. "You have to talk some sense into her. She was about to threaten me." He was serious.
The officers greeted Jane by her title. "You can let go of him. We take it from here." The elder one said, and Jane released the man. He had been with the force long enough to know that Jane had just prevented him from fleeing.
"Mr. Redsit? We'd like to talk to you. As will CPS. Please be so kind as to come with us to the precinct." The officer politely asked. The mans face turned into a bright red. "She's my daughter! My own flesh and blood. You can't take her from me!" he yelled.
The officer pointed to his handcuffs. "Do I really need to take them out?" his voice took on a threatening tone. Meanwhile John joined the scene and slightly touched Janes arm. "Well done." He murmured and Jane nodded, wishing that it had never had to come this far.
She hoped that Amanda hadn't had to witness the scene. When she walked with John into their home, she felt relief to find only Sophie gazing out of the window. Julia and Amanda were in the girl's bedroom.
"I hate them." Jane mumbled and John agreed. After making some coffee Jane and John settled onto the couch in the living room. "I need to meet her and talk to her alone." He slowly said and Jane agreed.
She took her coffee and padded to knock on the girl's door. Julia's muffled voice called her in and she saw them sitting on the edge of the bed – frightened. "Amanda." Jane gently said. "There is someone who wants to talk to you in the living room. His name is John and has a good friend of mine. He will try to help you."
Amanda nodded and got off the bed to walk towards where John was waiting for her.
Jane sat down next to Julia and grabbed her daughter's hand. "Its going to be fine." She whispered and Julia fled into her arms. She knew that this was putting a lot of stress on her daughter who was just like her and wanted people to be save and happy.
Julia had mentioned not only once that she was going to become member of the force like her mother and uncle Frankie.
But moreover, she could see how her daughter was in love with Amanda. Erratically she thought about an article she had read about high school loves and how they only rarely worked out. But she hoped that Julia and Amanda were one of the cases that did, because they were the sweetest couple one could imagine.
And both definitely deserved to be happy.