Money Can't Buy Happiness But It Can Help
Chapter 9
By: BeForeverYoung
Dr. Maura Isles knew she was a smart woman. She had an extremely high IQ that warranted even some to call her a genius. But if Maura was so smart then why was she sitting in the fancy restaurant drinking wine and pretending to listen to Garrett Fairfield when all she could really do is think about Jane? Maura's heart actually ached when she remembered the look that Jane gave her before slamming the door. She never thought she would ever see such a defeated look on her girlfriend, even before they were in a relationship, but now knowing that Maura was the cause of Jane's pain, it caused her pain.
"What is up with that butch detective anyways..."
Maura looked up from her wine glass to see Garrett still adamantly talking and smiling at her.
"I mean those are the people you associate yourself with Maura? She probably drinks beer and eats her food with her hands...hardly a woman of class if you ask me..."
Maura could have sworn her vision was starting to blur at the pure anger that began to course through her body as she listened to Garrett insult Jane. Not many people knew of Maura's temper because she kept in check most of the time. Jane was the only one who really knew that if Maura really got mad, I mean really mad, she could rival even hurricane Rizzoli.
"The way she just strutted into our house demanding to question us was utterly ridiculous. I mean what? She probably makes 40,000 dollars a year and comes from a low class family of shoe makers...she didn't even have a right to step on our grass let alone be present in the house..."
Maura couldn't hold anything back anymore, she was furious beyond imagine. She quickly stood to her feet as she glared at Garrett who finally stopped talking and stared at Maura with a look of confusion.
"You will stop talking about her now Garrett," demanded Maura pointing a finger at him.
"Maura I am just saying..."
"I know what you are saying Garrett," snapped Maura as she reached down and grabbed her coat sliding it.
"Maura what are you doing..." started Garrett standing up in his seat at the sight of Maura putting on her coat.
"I can't believe how stupid I am for actually going out with you tonight," seethed Maura reaching down and grabbing her purse.
"Stop it Maura you are causing a scene," scolded Garrett.
"Causing a scene," yelled Maura outraged as she reached forward and grabbed her full wine glass and flung the wine into his face.
"No that is causing a scene Garrett Fairfield," growled Maura walking towards a thoroughly soaked Garret. "If I ever hear you talk about my girlfriend again in such a manner..."
"You girlfriend" yelled Garret staring at her with nothing but anger in his eyes, "you cannot be serious Maura...do you realize what you are risking by dating that...that...woman! If you can even call her that."
Maura lost it and before she knew it she pulled back her fist and delivered a bone crushing punch to Garret's left side causing him to fall to the ground holding his face staring up at Maura in shock.
"That woman, who by the way is one of the most caring, considerate, brave and beautiful woman I have known, happens to be the love of my life," said Maura in softly but with ice in her tone. "You think that you are so much better than the rest of the world Garrett because you have money," Maura paused as she leaned down to him and whispered, "when in reality Garrett you aren't even good enough to lick Jane's boots let alone think you are actually better then her."
And with that Maura stormed out of the restaurant with only one thing on her mind: She had to get Jane back.
Angela Rizzoli watched her daughter wash the dishes after dinner with a sad look on her face. It hurt to see her daughter in such heartbreak. When Jane came over for dinner without Maura she couldn't help but be curious of where the good doctor was but when she saw her daughter's red eyes and defeated expression Angela instantly knew.
Angela hadn't held Jane as she cried since high school when she didn't make the j.v basketball team but back then it was a just a trivial sort of thing. Unlike a few hours prior when her daughter didn't even say a word to her and just launched in her arms crying, this was no small thing. Her daughter's heart was broken and there was nothing Angela could do to fix it.
The door bell rang and Angela sighed as she pushed herself off the wall to walk to the door. Opening it she let out a gasp of surprise to see Maura standing on the other side looking just as worse as her daughter. Angela did a quick look back to make sure Jane was still in the kitchen before she stepped outside with Maura closing the door behind her.
Angela didn't know what to do really. A part of her wanted to give Maura a piece of her mind for breaking her daughter's heart and another part of her wanted to just gather the woman up in a hug and tell her everything will work out. But instead of doing either Angela just crossed her arms across her chest and stood there waiting for Maura to speak.
Maura was practically shaking. She was terrified as she stared at Angela.
"Is Jane here?" asked Maura her voice quivering.
"If your wondering if Jane is here then yes she is," started Angela giving Maura a firm look, "but if you are looking for the confident, smart, humorous Jane that we both love...well she isn't here..."
"Look Mrs. Rizzoli…" started Maura.
"No," interrupted Angela, "you listen Maura...my daughter is inside the house as we speak crying as she is doing the dishes. She hasn't spoken a word to me or her father since she got here 2 hours ago. She looks like death..."
"It is my fault," whispered Maura her shoulder slouching in defeat at Angela's words.
"I assumed that since you were not here with her tonight," stated Angela. "What are you doing here Maura?"
"I have come to apologize to Jane," sighed Maura.
"You honestly don't think Jane is going to just accept an apology and everything will okay," exclaimed Angela.
"No I don't," whispered Maura tears finally cascading down her cheek, "but...I love her so much and I will do anything to get her back. I just figured I would start with apologizing..."
"Ma! Where are you!" called Jane in the house.
"If she takes you back Maura and you hurt again...you will have to answer to me...do you understand?" said Angela in a threatening tone.
"Completely," nodded Maura.
Angela sighed before pointing to the end of the porch where a bench was at, "sit there and I will get her out here...whether she stays or not is up to you," and with that Angela went inside as Maura walked to the bench and sat down.
"Jane a colleague of yours is outside they say they need to talk to you about a case," called Angela and Maura couldn't help but smile at her tactic. Jane would always put work first.
Maura fidgeted as she heard the foot steps approaching the door and then suddenly the door burst open and Jane came walking out. Maura watched as Jane seemed to scan the porch no doubt looking for Frost or Korsak but when Jane's eyes came to rest on her, Jane froze.
"What are you doing here," asked Jane.
Maura couldn't help but flinch at the harsh tone Jane used when speaking to her but she deserved it.
"Jane I came here to..."
"Did Garrett drop you off after you two had a lovely dinner," spat Jane.
"No I took a cab here," said Maura softly as she stood up, "I doubt he can even look at me after I dumped my wine on him and punched him in the face..."
With in a flash Jane was in front of Maura her hand reaching up and inspecting Maura's face.
"He didn't touch you did he," growled Jane staring down at Maura.
"No he didn't touch me," said Maura instantly missing the warmth of Jane's hand on her cheek as she pulled it away.
"Why did you punch him?" whispered Jane still extremely close to Maura.
"He kept insulting you," cried Maura, "He kept saying these things about you and I lost it..."
"So you punched him," said Jane with a just small quirk of her lip.
"Yes," whispered Maura, "Jane I am so sorry about my behavior earlier…"
"Maura if you think you can just apologize to me and everything is just going to go back to normal then you are in for a surprise," said Jane her voice cold and distant.
Maura's eyes dropped to the floor for a second as she gathered her thoughts. "I don't expect you to forgive me Jane. You wouldn't be the stubborn woman I love if you did," said Maura softly as she finally looked up at Jane.
"What do you want from me Maura?" asked Jane her voice slowly starting to lose the harshness.
"I want to explain to why I was being so stupid today…"
"You are not stupid Maura…far from it in fact," interrupted Jane.
"Socially I am Jane," cried Maura wiping away at her tears, "I was brought up in a different world then you. You have this family who is amazing and you are surrounded in love constantly," paused Maura to point inside the window of the house to see Jane's parents curled up on the couch smiling and laughing as the watched the T.V.
"I on the other hand was raised believing that it was normal that you mother and father slept in different bedrooms. And that love was measured by buying each other expensive things. I was raised to believe that the only thing that mattered was where your family stood on the social chain."
Maura reached out and took Jane's hand within her own full expecting Jane to pull back from her grasp but was pleasantly surprised when Jane let her hold onto her hand. Maura smiled as she ran the pad of her thumb across Jane's knuckles as she spoke softly staring down at their hands,
"I never knew what it felt like to be held when I cried. I never knew what it felt like to be excited to come home because you had someone waiting for you there. I never understood the point of cuddling when sleeping because it affected a persons sleeping pattern. I never knew what it felt like to be loved...until I met you Jane."
"And I am so sorry Jane," cried Maura tears falling from her face to land on the intertwined hand. "I wish I would have never gone with you to that place. It was like as soon as I walked in there I turned back into the person I used to be, caring for nothing but money and social standing. I don't want to be that person anymore Jane. I was just like them…for so long and then I met you and you opened my eyes to this whole new world full of love, family and friendship."
Maura picked her face to stare teary eyed at Jane. "I know I hurt you and I don't deserve you but I just want you to know that you Jane Rizzoli are the best thing that has ever happened to me…"
Whatever Maura's next words were muffled by Jane's lips crashing down upon hers. Jane reached forward and grasped Maura's other hand giving it a tight squeeze. She was not expecting a whimper of pain to come up from Maura's throat.
Pulling back Jane looked down at Maura's hand in question and was surprised to find Maura's hand bruised and swollen.
"I believe I have a couple box fractures in my knuckles," gasped Maura as Jane gingerly took her hand within her own.
"Jesus Maura this look like it hurts," mumbled Jane.
"I hit him exactly like you taught me," smiled Maura.
"Good that means he got hit hard," smiled Jane. "You know I am still mad at you though right?"
Maura nodded, "Yes but I am still mad at you for what you did yesterday involving my biological father."
Jane smiled down at Maura before taking her hand and pushing Maura's hair back from her eyes, "so we are mad at each other?" asked Jane with a chuckle.
Maura nodded smiling.
"But we still love each other?" asked Jane.
Maura nodded again, "if anything I love you more because I never want to lose you again," said Maura softly.
"Let's go home Maura and put some ice on that hand of yours, slugger," whispered Jane teasingly.
"I like the sound of that," smiled Maura.
"Jane get your butt up it is time to go to work" said Maura throwing a pillow at her.
"No" mumbled Jane as she grabbed the pillow Maura threw at her and cuddled with it.
"Get up Jane!" yelled Maura as she reached forwards and ripped the blankets of her sleeping form.
Maura gasped when she saw that Jane was completely naked below the blanket, "Why are you naked" pointed out Maura.
Jane pretended to sleep as she heard Maura get closer, suddenly she reached out and grasped Maura hand pulling Maura into the bed with her.
Maura looked up to find herself pinned to the bed by her completely naked girlfriend, "Why are you naked and on top of me?" deadpanned Maura with a raised eyebrow.
"I figured me and my smoking hot girlfriend could have some hot make up sex before work" mumbled Jane leaning down kissing her neck.
"No" said Maura trying to wiggle out from beneath him, "we are going to be late as it is…and plus we are still mad at each other remember."
"Can you think of a better way to make up?" teased Jane as she started sucking on Maura's collarbone making Maura moan in approval.
"No Jane we can't..."
"Please it will be really quick," whined Jane, "5 minutes tops."
"5 minutes Jane!" laughed Maura, "That hardly seems worth the effort!"
"Okay 2 minutes" corrected Jane smiling, "Please…please…please with a cherry on top" whined Jane.
Throwing her head back Maura let out a frustrated groan at her girlfriends childish display, "A quick 2 minutes?" asked Maura a fighting a smile.
Jane just nodded enthusiastically.
Maura sighed but couldn't help but couldn't help but let a smile creep its way to her lips, "Fine but 2 minutes and we are done Jane. I have a lot of paperwork to catch up on and…."
But she couldn't finish her sentence because Jane instantly started ravishing her lips.
A half an hour later Maura and Jane were tangled in a sweaty naked heap in the middle of their bed.
"That…was…not…two….minutes" huffed Maura trying to catch her breath after the very strenuous activity her and Jane just participated in. Maura picked up her head from Jane's neck to see the clock on the wall, "Great Jane!" she shrieked bolting up from her bed screaming her way to the bathroom, "We have 20 minutes to get ready and get to the precinct, why I let you talk me into sex when we were already running late I will never know…" ranted Maura but is was muffled by her slamming the door shut to the bathroom.
Jane smirked at the door sighing she placed her hands behind the back of her head, with a giant smile on her face. But it was short lived as Maura yelled form the bathroom.
"And get out of bed Jane Angela Rizzoli, we are leaving in 15 minutes!
"I am up" yelled Jane, still laying down with your eyes shut trying to go back to bed.
"No you are not, don't lie to me, get up before I make you" yelled Maura.
"Evil Woman" mumbled Jane to herself as she started to crawl out of bed.
"I heard that" called Maura opening the bathroom door to glare at her, "you are about to see how evil I can really be because if I don't see you dressed and ready to go in 15 minute you will not be touching me in any way shape or form for a very…very long time," and with that Maura slammed the door shut.
"I was only playing baby!" called Jane after her smiling.
"Don't call me baby Jane!" said Maura from that bathroom..
Jane deciding to that she need coffee got up and slipped some her pj's on and a boston red sox t-shirt and started walking out of the bedroom yelling back to Maura, "What about honey, sugar, sweetiepie, darling…"
"Holy SHIT" cried out Jane. "Ughh...sorry" her voice softer as carried from the living room.
"Maura!"
Maura heard Jane call from the bathroom but chose to ignore her.
"Maura get up you need to get out here!"
Maura clearly could hear the panic in Jane's voice, sighing she walked out of the bathroom towards the sound of Jane's voice.
"Maura!"
Maura winced at Jane's voice as she rounded the corner seeing her girlfriend standing their in her Boston Red Sox t-shirt and a pair of red flannel pajamas.
"I am right here Jane," yawned Maura stretching her hands above her head and standing in her tip toes. "Why are you yelling," asked Maura still.
"You have guests Maura," said Jane pointing to the doorway. Maura peered around the corner to see her parents standing there in front of the door staring at Jane with a look of shock on their faces.
Maura quickly pulled her head back from around the corner to stare at Jane a look of panic no doubt downing her face.
"Ohh…my god," mouthed Maura to Jane.
Jane just gave her a look and nodded practically pleading with her eyes to come and save her.
Maura took a deep breath and rounded the corner to stand next to Jane.
"Mother…Father…what are you doing here?" asked Maura stuttering slightly.
"What are you wearing Maura?" said Maura's mother crinkling her nose in disgust.
Maura looked down at her outfit and couldn't help but smile at the grey Sweatshirt and sweatpants that had the Boston PD emblem on them.
"Comfortable cloths mother," stated Maura, "why are you here?"
"We can't very well tell you with her in the room," snapped her father glaring at Jane.
Maura could hear Jane sigh before whispering to Maura, "I think I am going to go Maura," and with that she went to sneak back down the hallway.
Maura reached out and grabbed Jane's forearm stopping her from going any farther, "you are not going anywhere," ordered Maura, "this is my house and my life."
Maura gave Jane a pleading look before turning to her parents, "anything you wish to say to me can be said with Jane in the room," said Maura confidence now in her voice.
"So the Fairfield's were telling the truth when the called us this morning," yelled her father. "The told us that you punched Garrett in the face and are dating the detective investigating Adam's death."
"I punched Garrett because he deserved it, he was bad mouthing my girlfriend and yes," paused Maura to stare at Jane, "Jane is my girlfriend."
"I cannot believe you would do this to us Maura!" screeched her mother. "After everything we have done for you, adopted you, took care of you and gave you everything! Do you realize what this is going to do to me and your father's reputation…we are going to be the laughing stock of the country club now…if they even let us in!"
"Honestly I could care less about you and father social standing," said Maura reaching over and grabbing Jane's hand for support.
"I can't believe this Maura," yelled her father stepping forward, "you would pick this…this…" stuttered her father indicating with his hand to Jane, "poor butch detective over Garrett! That man could have given you everything Maura! For such a smart woman you are a complete idiot."
Jane had enough of this and the man was entirely to close to Maura so she stepped in front of Maura placing herself between them.
"I think if you do not get your anger under control Mr. Isles I am going to have to ask you to leave," drawled Jane.
"Who are you to tell me what to do inside my daughter's home," growled Mr. Isles.
"Like Maura said I am her girlfriend," said Jane her voice dropping dangerously low and Maura could tell she was trying very hard to contain her anger.
"Yes I think we established that," spat out Mr. Isles, "but you have nothing to give our daughter but what?" he paused to glare at Maura, "what is she to you Maura just a good fuck?"
"Father!" cried Maura outraged that he would even say that.
"That is it!" growled Jane her temper finally getting the best of her.
"I will not stand for this any longer," growled Jane getting in Mr. Rizzoli's face, "I will have you know me and you daughter are in love and despite what you think of me I am quite capable of taking care of and protecting Maura!"
"Ohh…really?" laughed Mr. Isles sarcastically. "I didn't know the Boston P.D. started paying that good…you really think you can afford to live in this kind of house? Where the kind of clothes Maura wears?"
"Father stop!" whispered Maura knowing Jane was two seconds away from putting her father in his place.
"I did research on your family Detective…you come from a family of plumbers!" laughed Mr. Rizzoli. "Hardly a respectable family and no doubt a poor family at that!"
Jane was trying so very hard to not shoot the man but instead she decided to wound his pride whether then his body.
"I did my research on you too Mr. Isles," drawled Jane, "your family owns the docks down on Boston Harbor correct?"
"What does that have to do with anything," growled Mr. Isles.
"I will take that as a yes," said Jane smirking, "you were going to lose the business a few months ago, right? Made a few bad deals with a couple of your partners and had to sell your part of the stock just to keep the docks running…"
"What is she talking about Robert," asked Mrs. Isles.
"Nothing," growled Mr. Rizzoli, "how do you know this!"
"If I remember correctly someone bought 51% of your stock giving them the ownership rights to your company," chuckled Jane.
"I still own the company," yelled Mr. Isles. "That person signed a contract still giving me ownership."
"Yes but only a part ownership," pointed out Jane.
"You don't own the company anymore," said Mr. Isles in shock. "How will we live Robert?"
"Janet be quiet," commanded Mr. Isles before turning on Jane. "How does a low life detective like you know this? That deal was not supposed to be public knowledge."
Jane smirk turned into a full blown smile as she stared at Mr. Isles.
"Because Mr. Isles," drawled Jane cockily, "this low-life detective is the one who bought all that stock."
"Jane you didn't," gasped Maura not believing Jane saved her family business form going under.
Jane turned to stare at Maura, "I couldn't let your families company go under plus I have 5 cousin's that work for your father. If I didn't do it there would be cut backs and they have families to support," whispered Jane shrugging as if it was no big deal.
"How could...that is impossible," stuttered Mr. Isles, "that stock cost 18 million dollars…"
"But that is just pocket change for the plumber's daughter," said Jane sarcastically smiling at the look of pure horror on Mr. and Mrs. Isle's face.
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