AN- So here's to chapter three, a multiple- part adventure. In this part... Shit hits the fan. Literally. And the ratings have hit a figurative low, so I have taken the advice of Angie Harmon herself... Clothes have got to go ;). Then back to the rest of the story, which this is pretty much the setup for. Yippee!

Anyone notice that because of the Rizzles baby, Rizzles are now completely inevitable? FUCK. YES.

~SnapTobiume


"Which style of wedding gown, do you think?" Korsak asked, waving to Frost as the younger man went to walk past. He was holding up one in his hands, two others hanging on the closet doors. Frost looked at the one that the senior officer was holding.

"Man, that is so not Maura's style. Don't even look at that one. She would be appalled!" The second man all but shouted, when the other pulled the poofy fabric back towards him.

"Hey, its pretty! And its designer. Plus, it'll show of her eyes."

"You're disturbing my poor, innocent mind. Give me that." Frost yanked it out of his partner's hands, tossing it over to the side. That was when Cavanaugh approached, donut box clasped in one hand, and coffee in the other. "And dude, its white. It doesn't show off any part of her except that chest that is inconveniently none of ours."

"Jane is one lucky bitch." Cavanaugh sighed, when the other two let their jaws drop and shushing. It was no strange occurrence for them to be overheard, and this was information that no one needed to hear. Especially with them being so close to achieving their goal of Maura staying safe. For twenty one years of her life, at least. "Right, sorry. But seriously guys, no one is going to find her."

"Regardless. Help us decide which of the two dresses it should be." The three of them turned to the two pieces of fabric hanging on the closet doors, and Cavanaugh pointed to the same one Frost had been leaning towards.

"I prefer that one." Korsak glanced longingly at the one to the right, with a tight fitting bodice and a flared out bottom in both white and silver lace. "But that one that you guys like is so similar to the one that she wears when she's out in the forest in Beacon Hill-" He clamped a hand over his mouth a fraction of a second before Frost smacked him and Cavanaugh threw a now- empty coffee cup.

"Idiot!" Cavanaugh shouted. Frost was not long after with an addition to the statement.

"You weren't supposed to say a word about where she is, dude!"


Their first kiss had been so tentative, slightly awkward even. But then they had fallen into a rhythm that was so natural that it bordered on unreal. Maura found herself moaning as their tongues brushed, as Jane's hands slid up over her ribs again, under the fabric of her bra. She blushed at the feeling of the other woman's hands on her, of being touched so intimately by the first, and possibly only, person that understood her so slipped one hand into dark curls, the other un- tucking a white shirt, pulling at a restrictive belt. Jane pulled back, panting, releasing her hold on the blonde's waist only to all but rip her shirt over her head, tossing it over to the side on top of the woman's cloak. She tilted her head, pressing a hot kiss to Maura's neck, biting down just hard enough for her to feel it.

"Oh. Jane." Maura moaned out, nails digging into her scalp when she arched up at the feeling. Her breathing was coming in sharp pants as the officer slid her hands from beneath the red fabric, wrapping around her back to give them both a momentary reprieve from the rushed, violent movements. "Please Jane. I... I need you."

"I know, Maur. I know." The strain in her voice was clearly evident as she leaned back into the soft grass, pulling Maura until she was straddling her hips. "I've just... I've never done this before. I don't know... I don't want to..." A smirk played across the blonde's lips, and she leaned forward to kiss the woman again.

"I understand. I do." She bent her arm back, pushing Jane's hand to the clasp of her dress. "All I've done is read books. I have no idea either. But I want you, and damn it, I want you now."

"My God, did you just curse?" Maura arched an eyebrow, even as she felt fabric loosen around her shoulders, shivered as she felt the steady tugging of her main layer of clothing. "Damn, that's hot." She sighed, as the blonde pushed herself up off the ground, stepping out of her dress and tossing it on to the rapidly growing pile of cloth. Jane gasped. "Oh my. You are... So... So beautiful." Her hands slid up skin she could now see as Maura leaned forward, capturing her lips in yet another bone- deep kiss. Jane moaned when she felt her bra lifted, knew it was over in that stack of clothes to her right. Her hips moved of their own accord when cool hands slid over her chest again; kneading, massaging. "Anything you want me to do, or stop, or anything, just say the word, alright? Whatever you want."

"I want." Maura panted, mumbling against her lips. "You pants. In that pile over there." She whispered, and Jane felt the rush of heat in her core at the thought. "And then I want you inside me." Before the brunette could say anything moderately coherent, she was being kissed again, and hands had trailed down to her pants, attempting the feat spoken of only a moment or so before. Or had it even been spoken about? She couldn't really remember. All she knew was that if this blonde was not completely naked on top of her in a moment, she would cry. Or scream. Or both. She tossed the bra out to the side, in the relative direction that she hoped the rest of their clothes were in, before merely shoving lace panties to the side.

"Maura, you're so wet." She moaned, feeling as light, feathery fingertips trailed down her abdomen, pausing at every dip and curve of muscle there. Jane slid her fingers through slick folds, sliding two fingers inside with an accompanied moan. She started with a slow pace, when she felt Maura moving in the same way, moaning into her neck.

"Harder Jane. Faster. Please." She begged, Jane unable to resist the seductive voice, speeding her administrations before she caught the woman's lips again. She felt herself standing on that edge at the same moment Maura was; knocking her head back into the ground as she moaned. "Jane, I'm-"

"Its okay. Me too." She ground their hips together for a brief moment before they both fell, overcome in bliss. "Maura!"

"Jane!"


Hoyt let a smirk paint itself across his lips as he saw the three officers, the three protectors give away their deepest, darkest secret. He glanced to the side, to his apprentice, seeing his same satisfactory grin reflected there.

"Seems she has just been hiding... But returns to the castle today. I like how this is playing out; with the odds in our favor." He chuckled, swiping his hand over the magicked mirror that he had been using to watch the three men. Then, he leaned over it enthralled when he saw them. "Oh, Janie... Found someone you like, did you. Well we can't have that now, can we." He whispered, watching the two women as they rose from their entangled embrace, sorting out their clothes and then replacing them. He watched as they spoke about how they had to leave, how they each had to go... somewhere. Watched as Jane wrapped her arms around the princess of all women, sharing a sweet kiss with her. One that Hoyt was certain would be their last. He turned to his apprentice, grin widening. "You get Janie, and I will take care of the princess. Oh how I love the smell of lavender... And fear."


"Hey ma' I'm home." Jane called out, dropping her badge and gun on the counter of the house that they shared.

"Oh good, I thought you were going to be late! Now come over here, I need you to put this on." Jane walked into the next room, pausing at the counter to grab a glass of water, bypassing her usual bottle of beer for the icy liquid.

"Ma', you would not believe the person I met today. She was so... So perfect." She whispered, spinning around in the kitchen, holding the glass and her other hand up to the sky before taking another sip. "Ma', she's the one. I felt so... So free with her. Like no one else in the world mattered, like I could just be me. Like I wasn't some massive disappointment. God, I love her." She sighed, leaning up against the counter and glaring up at the ceiling as Angela stepped out, mortified expression on her face.

"Jane. Oh baby, I'm so sorry." The older woman whispered, tears brimming in her eyes. She had Jane's dress blues in her hand, clenched tight enough that they were wrinkling. "I'm so sorry. But you can't be with her." Jane's gaze snapped to her mother's in a fierce movement, and her face fell into an angry expression.

"I can't do what? This, coming from the woman that was telling me to find someone nice and settle down, not even a week ago?" Angela scrunched her face up in something that resembled pure agony, before shaking her head as she watched her daughter.

"I did! I wanted you to find someone, just before today."

"What the Hell makes today so special?" She all but screamed, dropping the glass into the sink, where it promptly shattered. "Why is today any different from the rest of the year? From yesterday, or last week?"

"Janie, you're getting married." The police officer fell backwards, grabbing on to the counter to steady herself.

"WHAT?"

"I promised you to the Doyle's daughter, before you were born. Jane, I-"

"No! No, I refuse! I won't do it!" She turned, grabbing her gun as she all but sprinted to the door, slamming it hard enough to rattle the glass as she got out to her car, driving quickly out to the woods. "Maura! Maura!" SHe heard someone approaching behind her, turning to catch her girlfriend, when a two by four met the back of her head with a crack.


Maura stepped into the fancy room, overwhelmed. She knew she had been adopted. But... She was a princess among the city of Boston? She was a Doyle? She was... Maura Doyle? She sat at the vanity, pulling the slim, tight- fitting white dress up so that it wouldn't rip or something when she sat down. Barry Frost, a man that was only roughly fifteen years or so older than she was, held up a crown, placing it gently in her hair, the silver piece sparkling atop her reflection in the mirror. She gulped back her tears; this was all too much. This meant... It meant she couldn't see Jane again. She couldn't ever be with Jane.

"Beautiful. Like we always knew you would be." Vince Korsak whispered, one of his hands resting lightly upon her bare shoulder. The dress they had picked out for her was beautiful. Her house, that was beautiful too. And she was more than well aware how beautiful she was. But she felt none of it. Instead, Maura leaned forward, sobbing into her arms, shoulders shaking with the tears.

"Hey, guys, lets give her a moment alone." Cavanaugh whispered, pulling Korsak away from her slowly. "Her whole life is changing, and that stranger in the forest... She just needs a moment."

"Come on, Frost." Korsak whispered. The third man nodded, pulling Maura's dark blonde hair back from her face before he hugged her gently, and then turned for the door. They would only give her a few moments.

"Oh Jane." Maura sobbed out after a length of time that she was not certain about. Something sparkled over by the fireplace, and she turned to look. A green orb formed, and the curious woman rose, walking towards it slowly, cautiously. It bobbed, just beyond her reach, and she followed, incredulous. Nothing like this had ever happened before, not in her life. Was this part of being royalty. She began ascending a marble spiral stairway, following the light. She didn't know how many steps it was before she could hear anything other than her heels clicking on marble, her heartbeat and breathing echoing in her ears.

"Maura!"

"Maura, don't touch anything!"

"Maura Doyle!" She didn't register the voices, opening an old- fashioned, cast iron door, and meeting a friendly- looking elderly woman, who immediately looked at her.

"hello dear, what brings you up here?" Maura furrowed her brow. What had brought her up here?

"I... I don't know." The woman shrugged, holding out a glass.

"Oh, well. Would you like a drink? The best wine you've ever tasted I'll bet, made right here in the castle." Maura tilted her head to the side.

"Wine? I've never even had any. I probably shouldn't, I'm supposed to be down..." She looked behind her, not sure of what she was supposed to be doing, where she was supposed to be. "Um... I don't... I don't know. I thought it was important though." She whispered, voice dropping. They grey- haired woman grinned.

"Well, drink on it, until you remember. Stay and chat a moment or so with a friendly old woman." Maura nodded, raising the glass to her lips, tasting the first drop on her tongue. She wavered, and it almost seemed as if the woman was changing; changing into a grey- haired man with a fox- like face. But that couldn't be... Couldn't be... And then the floor was oh so cold.

"Fools! Did you think you could defeat me!? I am the king of evil!"