I don't own RizzoIi and Isles, but I wish I did.
A/N: Enjoy! Sorry for the long wait :) All mistakes are mine.
"C'mon, Ma! No way!" Jane threw her hands up in the air as she paced the front office. Thankfully for Jane (and everybody else), everyone had left for the afternoon.
Unfortunately for Jane, she ran into her mother.
Next time, I'll check my damn mailbox in the morning! Jane chastised herself. She crumbled up the fiftieth travel flyer she had received that year.
"You know, it serves you right, Janie! Taking Maura for granted like you do!" Angela scolded.
"Excuse me!?" Jane's voice cracked as she looked at her mother like she had grown two more heads.
"I don't take her for granted!" Jane quickly defended.
"Sure you do! Wasn't it just a few weeks ago that she rearranged her entire house for you to move in? Not to mention, she helped bring your brother home to us?"
In a huff, Angela crossed her arms and glared menacingly at her daughter.
Jane, to her credit, didn't fully wither under Angela's gaze.
"Ma, I really think you're making a bigger deal out of this than you need to." Jane sighed heavily.
Angela's words stung. Honestly, Jane was pissed at herself for forgetting. She had been so busy prepping the kids for state that prom had slipped her mind completely.
"Jane Clementine Rizzoli, I am not making this a bigger deal than I need to! Maura missed out on a lot growing up, and you know that." Angela shook her finger at Jane.
The brunette's shoulders sagged in defeat. "You're right, Ma."
Seeing how disheartened Jane was, Angela's tone softened. "It's alright, Janie. You just need to make it up to her. I raised you to be a thoughtful woman. You'll think of something."
Jane dragged her hand through her tangled curls before responding, "I only have a couple of days to figure something out, but I will."
The brunette chuckled ironically, "Who would have thought I'd be more stressed about this prom than I was for my own?"
Angela wrapped a warm arm around her daughter's shoulders. "I know, sweetie, but at least this time you don't have to go with a boy…"
"Unless the only person I can find is Frankie, then I will," Jane rolled her eyes.
"At least he'd have a date to prom for once." Angela smiled ruefully.
Jane caught her mother's eye, both daring the other to laugh.
Angela cracked first.
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"I've been looking for you, you jackass." Jane purposefully strode into Frost's classroom the following morning.
Frost's desk chair slowly swiveled in the irritated Italian's direction. He had a bright smile plastered on his face and his eyes twinkled with mirth.
"I was wondering when you'd finally come see me," the computer teacher smugly remarked. His clasped hands behind his head betrayed his amusement.
Jane narrowed her eyes at the cheeky man. "What the hell were you thinking asking Maura to prom?"
"Well, as I see it, Jane, you were taking your sweet time, and I could tell that Maura was disappointed that you hadn't already said something."
Frost's words dampened the brunette's indignation. Angela was right; her oversight had hurt the blonde's feelings. Jane had made a promise to the good doctor and hadn't kept it.
Rubbing her hands over her face in frustration, Jane admitted, "I know, I know. Argh!"
Jane kicked a wadded ball of paper, which some sloppy teenager had left behind. She watched as it sailed across the room to settle next to the trashcan.
"You ok, Jane?" Frost temporarily put all his teasing aside.
"Yeah, I need to stop making this about me. Let's just have a good time Saturday and give Maura the prom night she never had."
Frost smiled warmly at his friend. "That's very big of you, Jane."
Jane folded her arms and glared at her best friend, "That doesn't mean you're off the hook, asshole. I'm still pissed at you."
"I can live with that," Frost chuckled and leaned farther back in his chair. His smugness only lasted seconds before his conscience stepped in.
"Tell you what, Jane. Next time you need a favor, I don't care how big or small, I've got your back."
The scowl on Jane's face softened. "I'll hold you to that, bud."
Frost extended his hand for Jane to take. "Friends again?"
Shaking her head in amusement, Jane returned the gesture. "Friends again."
"Well, now that we are friends again, can I ask you a serious question." Frost leveled his eyes with Jane's.
Jane settled on the corner of Frost's desk. "Of course, I'm all ears."
Shamelessly waggling his eyebrows, Frost asked, "Tell me, Jane. Does Maura put out on the first date?"
The resounding rip of Frost's boxers echoed loudly in the empty halls.
Another man had fallen victim to Jane Rizzoli's patented atomic wedgie.
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As the following days ticked by and prom grew closer and closer, Maura began to think that she had made a huge mistake about going with Frost. When she and Jane were home together, Jane refused to discuss it and often replied with a "whatever, it's fine."
The doctor approached Frost and suggested that they should cancel going together, but he waved it off and told her not to worry. It was all for fun and completely innocent. Jane would get over it.
When Saturday arrived, Maura couldn't help the unease that had settled in her stomach.
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"Hey, Janie!" Angela, carrying a conspicuous bag, burst through the brunette's living room.
"What the hell, Ma?! That key is only for emergencies! You scared the shit out of me!" Jane called from the kitchen. The brunette had not anticipated seeing her mother until this evening.
"Watch your mouth, young lady! You are not too old for me to bend you over my knee!"
The Italian maneuvered and kept the kitchen island between the two of them. She knew Angela didn't make idle threats.
"Fine. Sorry, Ma," Jane grumbled.
"That's much better, thank you." Angela smiled, "Now where is Maura?"
"Upstairs. Why? What have you got in the bag?" Jane nodded at the item in Angela's arms.
Angela walked off in the direction of the stairs. "Nothing for you to worry about, Janie," the older woman tossed over her shoulder. "See you in a bit!"
Yanking open the refrigerator door, Jane scowled at its contents. On the top shelf, a boutineer innocently sat in its plastic container. She was about to reach for a beer when she remembered that she had to chaperone kids in a couple of hours.
"Damn it!" Jane cursed and grabbed a bottle of water instead. "Well, at least, I won't have to brush my teeth again," she muttered.
Despite Maura's claims that she didn't mind Jane's beer breath, the brunette tried to be considerate. As a result, Jane brushed her teeth whenever possible if she had been drinking an adult beverage.
Grabbing her glass of water, Jane huffed and carefully plopped down on the couch to avoid wrinkling her dress. She was dressed and ready half an hour ago.
Jane had to admit that she looked great. It was a fine line to walk between looking hot in a dress on a date versus appropriate in a dress to chaperone a school dance. The brunette knew she nailed it.
At exactly six o'clock, Jane heard a sharp tapping. Before the Italian even had a chance to get off the couch, Angela had dashed down the stairs and pulled open the door.
"Barold!" Angela exclaimed. The older woman couldn't contain her excitement, "And Frankie! Don't you two look dashing!"
Jane's head popped up from the couch. "Frankie?!" What are you doing here? I thought I was going to pick you up!"
Mustering every ounce of dignity he possessed, Frankie replied, "I am here to take my sister to prom. No one should feel like a third wheel or have to go alone!"
"Geez, c'mon Frankie. I can't go with you." Jane huffed.
Frankie indignantly folded his arms. "Of course you can!"
Before Jane could say another word, the sound of Maura descending the staircase captured everyone's attention.
Simultaneously, both men and Jane exclaimed, "Damn!" as the doctor came into view.
Maura Isles, dressed and ready to go for her first prom, looked like she had stepped out of a cheesy 90s high school rom-com. Granted, her fashion was more fitting for a teacher in her thirties, but the effect was still the same.
Frost was the first to come back to his senses. "Wow, Maura! You look great!"
Awkwardly, he placed the plastic container holding her corsage into the doctor's hands.
"Thank you, Barry!" Maura beamed, but she only had eyes for Jane, who was currently dumbstruck and unable to look away from the gorgeous blonde.
Remembering her manners, the doctor pulled her gaze away from Jane and walked over to the fridge to retrieve Frost's corsage.
"Oh, here Janie!" Frankie remembered the plastic container he had been holding.
Quirking a suspicious eyebrow, Jane eyed the object in Frankie's hands. "What is that?"
Frankie, who was incredibly proud of himself, declared, "This is your corsage!" Clumsily, he shoved it into Jane's hands.
Despite her annoyance about how the evening was already turning out, Frankie's thoughtfulness truly touched his big sister.
"Aw, thanks, little bro," Jane smiled brightly. Then she realized that she didn't have anything for him.
"Crap, Frankie, I don't have anything for…"
From a bag left unnoticed by the door, Angela whipped out a box identical to the one Maura was holding, "That is why I went ahead and bought one! Here!"
"Really, Ma?" Jane quirked her eyebrow at her beaming mother. The brunette felt like she had been dropped into the middle of a movie.
Maura's melodious laughter caught Jane's attention, "Angela, you're too much."
"Well, hurry up, I don't want you to be late! Let's move to the patio. It'll be a nice place to take pictures." Angela bustled around the kitchen to throw open the back door.
"Pictures?" Jane scoffed and rolled her eyes. This time Frankie mirrored Jane's expression.
"C'mon, Ma. Now you're going overboard." Frankie whined.
Angela settled her hands on her hips and glared at her two children. "Don't 'c'mon, Ma" me, you two! Now go outside or else. Don't forget to grab the flowers!"
Both Rizzoli children grumbled while Maura and Frost laughed and followed Angela outside.
"OK, Maura you stand over there. Jane you here." Angela directed the two women to stand by Maura's rose bushes. "Frankie, Frost. You here and here."
Maura muttered to Frost, "Now, I see where Jane gets her bossiness."
"I heard that, Maur!" Jane playfully glared.
Angela snapped her fingers and all four sets of eyes settled on her.
"Now, Frost and Frankie. Put the corsages on the girls. There...No Barry! The flowers go on top of her wrist!"
Sheepishly, Frost rearranged the corsage so it sat properly.
"Now, girls, it's your turn! Be sure not to stick yourselves!" Angela ordered.
The brunette rolled her eyes, "Of course we won't, Ma. We're not twelve!"
Carefully, Maura and Jane removed the pins from the boutineers and lined them up with the men's lapels.
Jane was visibly struggling with attaching the flower to Frankie's suit; whereas, Maura secured hers to Frost's lapel so quickly that Angela nearly missed taking a picture.
"Here, Jane, allow me," Maura offered.
"I got it! It's just being a little…OW! Shit!" Jane quickly pulled her bleeding finger from Frankie's suit.
Maura quickly stepped in, "Oh, Jane, sweetie. Are you ok?" The doctor kissed the brunette's barely bleeding finger.
Jane pouted, "I'm ok," and quickly stuck her finger in her mouth to stop the bleeding.
After their tender moment, which was punctuated with gagging noises coming from the two men, Frost sidled up to the brunette.
"What's that about not being twelve?" Frost teased.
"Shut it, Frost!" Jane glared at the man, but this only increased his glee. The man quickly bumped fists with Frankie and moved out of smacking distance.
Angela cleared her throat to regain the group's attention. Immediately, the four adults turned their attention to the matriarch.
"Ok, arms around your dates," Angela directed.
"Do we really have to, Ma?" Jane and Frankie groaned simultaneously.
Angela's glare silenced the whiny siblings, and the two arranged themselves without further argument.
The group tried their best to rearrange their faces into a somewhat convincing smile.
After backing up a few steps to get everyone in view, Angela happily chirped, "Everyone say cheese!"
"Cheese!" The foursome repeated through their clenched teeth.
"Perfect!" Angela swiped through the twenty pictures of the exact same pose on her phone.
"Now for individual shots!" Collectively, the group groaned but did as they were told.
This is going to be a long night, Jane sighed.