Frankie yawned and squinted as the morning sun shone in his eyes. He felt a familiar head laying on his chest and looked down to find Dr. Maura Isles sprawled out on top of him, her honey blonde hair tangled from last night's escapades. He grinned slowly as the events of the previous night came to mind. Maura underneath him, their combined voices of pleasure filling the room, her long hair caressing his face while she leaned over him to leave sweet kisses over his neck. He lightly touched his neck to feel a small bruise beginning to form and his face broke out in a huge grin. The ever so sophisticated Dr. Isles left a hickey on his neck….
Maura stirred as she felt Frankie wake up. She smiled into his chest, his masculine scent surrounding her. She sat up slightly, taking in his disheveled hair and lazy smile on his face. She moved up and kissed him, bringing his face down to hers.
"Good morning." She whispered, sitting up so she was straddling his hips. Frankie stroked her sides, trailing his fingers across her thighs.
"Good morning to you too, beautiful." He told her as his eyes took in the gorgeous woman sitting astride him. Her tangled hair fell in waves down her shoulders and back, the look of a satisfied woman spread over her face. Upon closer investigation, he noticed a dark hickey left under her ear. 'That's right, now everyone will know Maura is taken.' He thought possessively.
Maura stretched and yawned, before looking down at Frankie and smiled. "Do you want some breakfast before we have to go to work?" she was excited to finally have someone to make meals for. But Frankie knew there was a chance his mother might walk in on them having breakfast so he suggested getting some breakfast out. Maura nodded and agreed it would be best. Neither were ready for their friends and family to know about them yet.
They got ready, left and when to a local little café for breakfast. Frankie wrapped his arm around Maura's waist while they waited in line. She lean back into his embrace and turned around, facing him. "So when we're at work how are we going to act?" she pondered. "I mean, we can't be caught kissing in the middle of the office." She decided. He nodded his agreement and stroked her long, soft ringlets of blonde hair. "We'll just have to be careful not to get caught." He said mischievously. "We could always just make out in the supply closet." He teased, expecting Maura to wrinkle her nose at a suggestion so taboo and forbidden. But to his surprise, she blushed and looked up at him through hooded eyes. Her hazel eyes twinkled exotically at him. Frankie gulped.
"You mean… you wouldn't mind making out in the supply closet with me..?" he teasingly grinned at her. Maura stepped up on her tippy toes to whisper in his ear, "I can't deny it's been a fantasy of mine." She told him softly, allowing her nose to brush the sensitive skin under his ear. Frankie's jaw went slack and he stood there in a stupor as she turned back to the counter to make their order, leaving the Officer standing behind her in awed silence. 'That girl is going to be the death of me.' He thought to himself as she took his hand, leading him out of the café.
As they neared the Police Department, the couple decided to go in separately so Maura went to get one more cup of coffee at the cafeteria while Frankie headed up to his desk. She was filling her cup when Angela came up behind her. Angela and Cavanaugh hadn't spoken about what they had witnessed between the doctor and her son but she was determined to get some sort of information out of Maura. It would be very easy to manipulate the naïve doctor into spilling some clues.
"So how was your night?" she started, making polite conversation. Maura swallowed her coffee. "It was good!" she said a little too over excitedly. "How was yours?" she responded, keeping up the small talk.
"Oh it was good. Shawn and I decided to go back to his place. To drink coffee." Angela added, not wanting Maura to think she and Cavanaugh were sleeping together, even though they were.
Maura smiled and nodded "Oh don't worry I won't tell Jane." She told her friend's mom. She hoped Angela didn't ask about her night, she really didn't want to lie to her and have to walk around with hives the rest of the day.
"So how was your night? Jane wasn't answering her phone all night, so I assumed she and you were staying up late again, watching movies or something?" Maura bit the inside of her cheek nervously.
"No, I believe she didn't answer her phone because she and I ran into Casey last night after our run." She told her very matter-of-factly, trying to get the older woman's focus off her and instead on her daughter. It worked as Angela's eyes widened and a look of motherhood glee filled her face. Maura cringed as she threw her best friend under the bus, but she really didn't want Angela to know that she spent the night having mind-blowing sex with her oldest son.
To her relief, Angela had other customers waiting on her and went to go help them, leaving the chief examiner to her own devices. Maura refilled her coffee cup and headed down to her autopsy room. She entered her office to find Jane hanging upside down on her inversion table.
"You're supposed to change it according to your height." She corrected her friend. Jane and Maura spent next hour agreeing and discussing everything from Casey to the case to blueberry pancakes to their mothers to which was better: the Beatles or the Ramones. This is how a typical morning went between the two friends.
When Frost and Korsak came down to interrupt the girls, they decided to go get lunch and leave the case for a while. They'd come back with fresh eyes. Maura checked her phone to find a text from Frankie. She smiled at its contents, a short sweet text telling her he was thinking about her and hoping she was having a good day. She replied back quickly before Jane could question her sudden grin.
They turned the corner and found Frankie walking towards them. The two lovers immediately locked eyes. "Hi Maura." Frankie said to her, his fingers itching to reach out and touch her glowing skin. Maura smiled politely. "Hi Frankie." She said back to him, her hazel eyes full of love towards Frankie. Frost and Korsak exchanged a look between the two. Neither had mentioned to anyone what they saw in the parking garage. Jane raised her eyebrow but didn't say anything. Frankie handed a paper to Jane, "These are the restaurants in the area that serve blueberry pancakes. I had to call 368 different restaurants so you better be happy." He told his sister. Jane rolled her eyes.
"This is what you do when you're a detective. You detect." Jane said sarcastically. Maura leaned forward, "We're very grateful for all your hard work, Frankie." She interjected. Frankie smiled at her. "Thank you, Dr. Isles."
"See?" he jabbed at his sister. "At least someone is grateful."
"Oh, I'm sure she is." Jane muttered under her breath so no one could her. But Frost and Korsak heard and tried to hide their laughter. The three of them would have to get together and discuss their "notes" on the relationship growing between Frankie Rizzoli and Maura Isles and that the two of them were completely oblivious to the fact that everyone knew about them. But right now they had a new lead.
"Come on Maura. We're going to go get blueberry pancakes." Jane bossed Maura around. Maura just frowned.
"But Jane we already ate breakfast." She argued.
Jane paused. "We…?" Korsak smirked as he picked up on what just happened. Dr. Isles just admitted to the fact that she had breakfast with someone else this morning. Maura cringed as she felt her neck begin to swell with the thought of getting hives the rest of the day.
"Yes…" she said slowly. "Your mother and I ate blueberry waffles today for breakfast." She lied. Jane, Frost and Korsak looked at Maura in amusement. The cop in all of them could tell immediately that she was lying. "I hope you break out in hives." Jane said to her as she dragged Maura by the hand, leading her to the car. They were going to go check out this restaurant leaving the other two detectives to go get their own lunch by themselves.
Later that evening, Maura laid on her couch, Frankie's head resting on her lap. "I just need to be more careful." She sighed. She hated not being able to share her new love life with her best friend and family. Frankie reached up to brush her hair behind her ear.
"We both have to be more careful" he admitted. "You have no idea how many times I wanted so badly to kiss you today." He said as he sat up, pulling her petite body into his lap. Maura shifted so she was straddling him. She bent her head to kiss him.
"Oh really? Well now you can kiss me all you want." She said softly against his mouth. Frankie moaned and pulled her closer so her breasts were pressed to his chest, her long hair falling over their faces. Their lips danced and molded against each other's. Maura's hands ran through his hair, loving the feel of his black hair under her fingers, her hips rolling softly against his. Frankie was about to pull her shirt off when they heard the distinct sound of someone clearing their throat, behind them.
Maura squeaked and jumped off Frankie's lap and they both bolted up off the sofa and turned to meet the intense glare of Angela Rizzoli.
"Ma… Hi, how're you doing?" Frankie managed to get out. Maura bit her lips so hard she tasted blood. She wasn't sure how Angela was going to take to her and Frankie being together especially with how she found them on her couch. The two felt like a pair of teenagers who were just caught making out by their parents. Well, this was sort of like that…
"So, what is going on? Are you two, like together now?" Angela didn't want to bring up their relationship to them but when she came in to put her dinner dishes away and saw Maura straddling her son on the couch, the two lovers just one step away from getting naked she couldn't hold it in any longer. Inside she was secretly thrilled that her son chose the gorgeous, smart doctor but she had to know that Maura wasn't just playing him. That woman could have any man she wanted; she was classy and sophisticated and upper class so what was she doing with Frankie?
Maura could tell what Angela was thinking so she spoke up first. "Angela, I love him. Frankie is the man of my dreams. He's sweet and smart and has completely stolen my heart. He's all I think about, all I want. He makes me feel alive and for someone who's surrounded by death, feeling alive like this for the first time in my life is the most amazing feeling." She explained as she took Frankie's hands in hers. "You raised him to be an amazing man."
Frankie pulled her to him and kissed her forehead. "I love her too, Ma. I know we're just starting out but I really want this to work. I am crazy for this woman, everything about her mesmerizes me, enchants me." He told his mother, even though his eyes never left Maura's. "You are so perfect to me." He whispered to her, forgetting that his mom was standing right in from of them, watching the young couple closely. She watched as her son fell in love with the beautiful doctor, the look of complete adoration from Maura's eyes haunted Angela. It was same look she gave Frank Sr. for so many years. Frankie and Maura were in love and Angela knew she couldn't pull them apart.
"Well, I did always want a doctor in the family…" she said before smiling wide at her "kids" and held her arms open to them. Frankie and Maura let themselves be engulfed in the motherly hug. "You're great kids, you know that?" she told them as she hugged Maura and Frankie. "Don't you break his heart." She told Maura. She turned to her son "And you! Don't you hurt her! This girl has gone through enough pain in her life!" she threatened Frankie.
After promising Angela they weren't planning on hurting each other, the three of them sat down with a bottle of one of Maura's finest wines and talked the night away. They laughed as Angela told Maura stories about Frankie, Jane and Tommy as kids and their embarrassing childhood memories. "You know if Jane were here, she'd strangle you for showing her that!" Frankie laughed as Angela and Maura sat in a fit of giggles over Jane's ballerina costume.
"Oh my goodness, she's adorable!" Maura burst out laughing at an 8 year old Jane Rizzoli in a pink tutu and butterfly wings. "And here's Frankie as a cowboy!" Angela laughed as she showed Maura a picture of Frankie all spurred up, cowboy hat and all.
"Ma!" Frankie protested but the girls were having too much fun. Even though he acted like he disapproved of the girls antics, he was secretly enjoying himself. Seeing his mother and his girlfriend laugh together was a special sight to him. The light shown in Maura's eyes and her laughter warmed his heart. After seeing her mope and pout over her biological mother and Cailin for the past couple months, it was good to see her happy again. And he vowed to make sure he kept her happy for the rest of their lives together.
The three of them were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. "I'll get it" Maura said as she got up to answer her door. Frankie got up to get more wine to refill his mother's and Maura's glass.
Maura opened the door and her heart immediately stopped in her chest.
"Hello gorgeous."
Maura froze at the sight of the man she once described to Jane as the "love of her life." The fugitive she helped by ordering him supplies to take back to the sick kids in Africa.
"Ian…" she whispered.
