Maura continued to stare at her biological father, taking in his features and comparing them to her own. Paddy could see his own temper in his daughter as Maura's eyes continued to glare at him.
"I just want to protect you and you're family." Paddy explained, his voice a calming contrasting to that of the fiery tone Maura had used.
"Protecting me?! Protecting Arabella?! You think you're protecting us by beating up my husband and her father? Well I'll tell you, you aren't doing very well at the whole protecting thing!" Maura's voice rose in volume as she got more and more angry at Paddy's presence.
"Maura, please calm down. I'm not a doctor but I don't think it's best in your condition." The concerned tone her biological father used caught her of guard as her eyes flicked down to look at her growing bump and trembling hands.
Taking a deep breath, Maura rubbed her face as she tried to composed herself. Glancing up to look at her biological father she took in the worried expression the older man wore and before she could help it she was placing a hand over his upper arm before quickly taking it back.
"You've never taken an interest in my life before so there's no point in starting now. Leave me and my family alone." The blonde began to turn to walk away from the mob boss but her wrist was gently caught by a larger hand. The blondes breathing picked up as without thinking she threw her other hand back then swung forward to make contact with her fathers cheek.
"Well you've certainly got the Doyle swing in you." Paddy commented as he rubbed his already bruising skin.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hit you." Maura apologised moving Paddy's hand out of the way to inspect the area. Looking over his daughters shoulder he recognised the mane of hair that was headed their way as Detective Rizzoli. Lifting his hand up to place over Maura's, he gently brushed over the small split in her skin and pushed her hand back to her side. The mob bosses hand went to his pocket as he produced what Maura thought was a wallet. The blondes eyebrows knitted in confusion as Paddy placed the item in her hand.
"I do care." Before Maura could open the wallet, a shoulder to her hand stopped her. Jane could no longer sit in the car as her nerves were on edge watching as Maura talked with the mob boss.
"Everything okay?" Jane enquired as she unconsciously placed her arm to sit on the blondes lower back.
"Everything is fine Detective Rizzoli. Take care." The older man replied. With a final nod toward Maura, Paddy walked back towards his SUV.
"What was that all about?" Jane asked as she looked down at the black leather wallet that was clutched in Maura's slightly bruised hand.
"Nothing." Was all Maura said over her shoulder as she made her way back to the car.
"Maura I'm a detective. I know that wasn't nothing." Jane scoffed as the pair both clipped on their seatbelts, Arabella oblivious to the woman as she sung along to yet another One Direction song.
"You know you can talk to me right?" Jane asked as she started to the car, her head turning to face Maura who was in a world of her own.
"Maura?"
"I.. I'll explain it later okay?" Maura was close to making an excuse but stopped herself as she realised just how much Jane had done for her in the last few days, the detective deserved to know the truth.
"Okay." Jane replied as she turned into the street of the house that would become a safe haven for the growing family.
"Connie this isn't a good idea and you know it. Let's just go home and wait for the girls to get home." Arthur had been trying for 20 minutes to persuade Constance not to visit Ian in the hospital but his efforts were useless as Constance payed the taxi driver and slid out of the car. Facing her husband as they stood at the hospital entrance, Constance spoke for the first time since first setting of in the taxi.
"I will tell Maura as soon as I get home Arthur but right now I need to sort out your mess. Ian needs to know what will happen if he goes to the police about your foolish decision to join up with Boston's biggest mob boss and beat him up! So you can either wait here or come with me and be quiet!"
Arthur couldn't speak through the shock of how riled up his wife had become. The last time she had spoken like that to him was when they argued about Maura's adoption more than 30 years ago. Constance was always the one who kept her cool and never rose her voice whereas Arthur was the opposite. Arthur's decision was obvious as he bowed his head and placed his hand out motioning for Constance to lead the way.
Arriving at Ian's door, Arthur lent against the wall with his arms crossed which confused Constance. The confusion must have shown on her face as Arthur explained.
"I'll stand guard."
A kiss to the cheek was the reply Arthur received as Constance pushed the hospital door open to reveal Ian holding the hand of a brunette who sat in the chair beside him. Shaking her head, the older woman approached the Australians bed ignoring the woman who seemed intimidated by her presence.
"I'll leave you to it." The woman spoke as she lent over to place a chaste kiss on the Australians lips, Constance's head turning the other way at the action.
"What brings you here Connie? Come to beg me not to press charges?" The Australians voice dripped with smugness as she taunted Constance.
"I've come here to tell you about what it means when your last name is Isles actually, although I'm sure you probably know the kinds of friends I have. As you probably know by the dinner parties you've attended with my daughter most of the judges in the city see Maura as their own child and that's only the judges. As the Chief Medical Examiner of entire state of Massachusetts I'm sure Maura has a few favours she could pull. Oh and let's not forget the Doyle family. You know Patrick Doyle yes?" Constance could tell she was getting to Ian as his face no longer sported his usual sickly smirk and now settled on emotionless.
"I'm sure you probably know by now Patrick Doyle is Maura's biological father and one of the most notorious mob bosses in the East coast so all I'm saying is you better watch what you're saying Mr Faulkner. Don't EVER come anywhere near myself or my family again. You will receive divorce papers in the next few days and I them back the same day with your signature, if not then I may have to start calling a few of my friends. Is there anything you didn't understand?" Constance didn't even wait for a reply from the man as she clapped her hands together.
"Good. I would say I wish you well but my mother always said not to lie. Goodbye Mr Faulkner." Constance finished as she left the room with a wave of her hand as a farewell to the toxic man.
Releasing a breath of relief Constance hugged her husband as she met him in the corridor outside Ian's room. "Let's go." The older woman whispered as she prayed to god she would never have to see Ian's arrogant face again.
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