Title: The Family Snippets

Rating: K/K+

Disclaimer: I do not, will never, can never own Rizzoli & Isles or anything affiliated with it. (Well nothing more than silly mugs, some t-shirts, and dvd collections).

Summary: A few oneshots and snippets into the Rizzoli & Isles household based around family, children, and the like. Rizzles fluff.

Note: So we continue with the wonderful theme of family. I liked the idea of their daughter being a dancer, however, the dancer life does have a few accidents and spills. I guess this is me mixing parental Rizzles in with that idea.

And just in case any of you are new to this, it is a collection of oneshot stories. Not a chapter fic.

(I saw that so many of you added this as a favorite, added it as an alert, and reviewed. Thanks for all the reads and I absolutely adore hearing from you all. So please, please, give this college girl something to help out what her readers want/like. You people are fantastic).

TWO

The Little Dancer

Jane paced back and forth in front of her desk. She felt Frost's eyes watching her carefully, nervously. He was anxious too, not as worried or as anxious as Jane, but she could guess the guy was worried too. Jane's phone was gripped tightly in her sweaty palm. She wanted her to call her back now.

Like a gift from the heavens, she felt the vibration of it before she even heard the silly ringtone.

"Maura!" Jane's eyes quickly caught Frosts as she sharply nodded to him and walked over to a corner of the room, trying and get a little privacy.

"Hi, Jane! It's okay, everything is reasonably okay!" Maura was talking loudly, she heard in the background of Maura's side the sound of an ambulance siren.

Jane's stomach dropped, "Is that a siren! Maura how is my daughter!"

Her mind went to awful possibilities. Sure, Jane was a detective, but that didn't mean her parental mindset couldn't wander to terrifying places. She cursed to herself.

"I knew it, Maura. Sophie was too young to audition for that summer dance troupe. We should've asked her to wait until next year when she was older." Jane dug her foot angrily into the brick wall. "Now our kid's hurt and probably heart broken."

She heard Maura sigh lightly, almost daintily, over the phone. "Jane-,"

"-and now she'll be out of dance for at least what? Two months? Oh, what if it's longer? Hey, Doc what's going on?"

Maura's voice was mocking, "Well if you would take a moment to refresh your alveoli with a few rounds of carbon dioxide and oxygen, I could fit in a few words."

Despite the sassiness in her voice and the worry in her head, Jane found Maura's goofy science-y words always alluring.

"Okay, yeah, what?"

Maura must have moved in a different area, since the sirens were barely noticeable now.

"Soph had an acute stress reaction after she fell, and the area is very tender around her ulna, but it has been concluded that the best thing for her would be to take a few Tylenol and get plenty of rest. They are putting her right arm in a splint to be cautious in case any fractures develop along that ulna bone." There was a slight pause on the line and Maura added, "It's okay, Jane. She's okay."

Jane turned and faced the wall, slightly fidgety. She was sure the guys were watching her dance around in this corner.

"Right, hon, but your idea of okay isn't Sophie's idea of okay." Jane looked up to the ceiling feeling extremely bad about the turn of events. "I bet she's heartbroken," she mumbled loosely.

"I have to go." Maura sounded apologetic.

"Can I talk to her?" Jane asked with worry.

"I wish. I really do. She could really use a talk from her Ma, but not right now."

Jane's eyebrows knit together sadly and she felt her nose begin to tickle.

Don't cry for God's sake, Maura said she's okay.

"Yeah, alright," she felt betrayed, but she knew it was a ridiculous reaction. "Give her a kiss for me."

"Always," Maura's word sounded like a sorry apology. Jane could picture the sad smile resting guiltily on her face.

Jane hung up the phone and she wished she was at home away from the other watching, curious eyes. They were caring but curious.

"Is Soph doing alright?" Frost asked, his dark eyes concerned.

"Maura said she's okay. Guess she fell in a bad way, went into shock. They put her in a splint for her right arm just in case."

Frost let loose a whistle. "Damn, Jane," he gently rubbed her right shoulder. "Hey, but don't worry. She's got a lot of you in her, she's a tough cookie."

Jane couldn't help but grin.

/

When Jane saw the headlights from the car pull up the driveway at eleven that night, she set down her beer (which she managed to swirl around and around in the silent of the house for most of the night, waiting) and she nearly ran out of the front door. She pulled the door open quickly and shut it behind her. She watched Maura turn off the engine and the car was dark inside until she opened the driver's side door. Once the light flicked on in the vehicle, she could see Maura's beautiful face, slightly overworked, tired looking, but Jane could tell she was relieved to be back.

Maura saw Jane approaching and held her hand out for her. Jane grabbed it thankfully and gently rubbed the back of her soft hand.

"I'm sorry, Jane. I didn't mean to make you feel bad-,"

"Hey, shh, I know. I've been worried sick, it's what I do." Jane looked into her eyes reassuringly. She was extremely grateful when Maura's warm eyes thanked her.

Jane kissed the back of Maura hand and let go.

"She sleeping?" Jane questioned, wondering why their daughter hadn't left the car yet.

Maura nodded quickly. Tears began to form in the corner of her eyes.

"Whoa, hey, hey, Maur…" Maura blinked quickly, trying to rid herself of the wetness in her eyes.

Jane pulled Maura closer and cupped her chin.

"Please, don't do this to yourself. Be fair to yourself, you hear?" Jane hated it when Maura did this. When she tore herself down for things she could not control. In a very real sense, Jane sympathized completely with her wife; on the other hand, she refused to see Maura do the same thing she did to herself. It wasn't Maura's fault Sophie got hurt.

Maura blinked quickly again, raising her pointy chin just slightly, regaining her posture.

Jane continued to look into her eyes, her wonderful golden eyes. Nobody would ever see Maura the way Jane did. Nobody.

"I love you," Jane whispered as she pulled Maura's face to hers. Their foreheads rested together and Jane could smell her signature fancy perfume from France. It was so sweet, so entirely Maura. Jane gently tucked a lose strand of honey hair behind Maura's left ear. Maura squeezed her eyes shut.

"Why do you do that?" Maura breathed.

Jane refused to back away from her. "Do what?"

"Make me forget how to form coherent sentences."

Jane snickered, "That means I win."

"Okay, Detective. That means you win." Maura quickly raised an eyebrow before pulling the dark haired woman into a needy kiss.

"Wow, Doctor."

Maura seemed to blush.

Jane gently touched Maura's soft hair before moving toward the side where Sophie sat sleeping in the backseat.

"I'll help her inside, Maur. Maybe you could get her bed all 'Doctor Isles' approved for tonight."

Maura sniffled slightly and nodded. "Good idea."

Jane heard Maura's heels patter up the path to the front door. She knew there was a very good chance that Maura would fix their daughter's bed and pillows very quickly and then move into the master bathroom to cry into a towel. She would talk to Maura later.

Quietly opening the car door, she bent down and looked at Sophie. Her dark hair was in a ponytail, a little messy, and Jane could still make out her little red ribbon tied around her tail of hair. Jane exhaled, feeling very bad about the situation.

"Hey, goofball." Jane gently rubbed her sleepy daughter's skinny thigh. "Wake up."

One of Sophie's eyes peeked open lazily. When the girl registered where she was and who was speaking to her, she gave a tired, half-there grin. Her dimples barely showed.

"Ma," Sophie whispered.

"Hi," Jane warmly smiled up to her. "You're home now."

The girl slowly turned her head to look across from her into the front yard.

"I must be."

Jane chuckled lowly. "Want to go inside? Mom's making your bed extra fluffy tonight. You'll be sleeping on clouds."

Sophie looked down at her Ma and gave her a happy grin.

"I missed you," she confided.

"I missed you too, goof." Jane leaned up and kissed her on the top of her head. "C'mon, let's get out of this car."

Sophie's misty eyes looked down at her swaddled arm and she frowned. Jane's heart swelled at how brave her nine-year-old was.

"I don't have to go to school tomorrow, do I?"

"No, you don't."

"Okay."

Jane reached over Sophie and unbuckled her seatbelt carefully.

"Mama?"

"Yes, Sophie?"

"I want to look at the stars, can I do that?"

Jane tilted her head in question. "You want to look at the stars right now?"

Sophie nodded, "Oh, yes, I would love to."

Jane set her hands on her hips, thinking. She looked back to the house and wondered if Maura would want her to go to sleep right away. Jane would rather that Sophie go straight to bed. She looked back to the nine year old's round face as she looked up at Jane with her big, round eyes.

Jane raised an eyebrow, "Only for a little bit. We don't want to get your mom upset in there, got it?"

Sophie mustered a coherent smile for Jane, her smooth dimples and one currently missing tooth really sweetened the deal.

When Jane dug through Maura's trunk, searching for a blanket she knew she kept in it, and laid it down, double folded for padding side up, on the driveway, Sophie watched Jane carefully as her Ma plopped herself cross-legged on top of the blanket. Jane patted the space next to her.

Sophie gently crawled out of the car, Jane closed the car door for her, and Sophie gently folded her legs under her and sat next to Jane. The little girl leaned into her ma's chest.

"You okay?" Jane asked quietly.

"I wanted to dance really good for them because I wanted to dance there in the summer. Chloe is in it and she's my best friend." Sophie rubbed her face into Jane.

"Hey, it's okay. You were extremely brave to go try. If your mommy and I didn't think you could do it, we never would have said yes for you to try."

Sophie moved her head upward. "You think I am brave?"

For her daughter, this was an honorary compliment. Jane was a police officer after all. A detective who caught all of the bad guys. It made Jane feel good. Kids were the best judge of character out of anyone.

"Oh, yes. I admire how well you dance, how you never quit. Mommy told me you were very brave at the hospital. She's very proud of you too."

Of course, Maura never said so to Jane personally, but it wasn't a little white lie at all. She knew Maura was proud of Sophie.

"It hurts a little." Sophie looked up into the sky, trying to find the little, tiny lights called stars.

Jane looked up too. "I bet." Jane tucked her daughter's soft head under her chin, holding her close. "How about we head inside to see how your bed looks and feels?"

Sophie nodded under Jane's chin. She felt her little frame shake from the chill of the night. Surely she would be exhausted too.

Jane threw the blanket in the trunk, grabbed Sophie's good and healthy hand, and walked her into the house. When they turned into the hallway, Sophie's light was turned on and her bed had been filled with a few extra pillows and blankets. A few from Jane and Maura's bed, a few from the closet down the hall.

"This looks nice, Soph."

The girl yawned in response.

Jane helped change her into her purple jammies and tucked her into the pillow wonderland. Kissing her on the forehead and mumbling "love you", Jane thought about Maura. She switched off the light and left the door slightly ajar as she left the room.

She turned and almost ran into Maura. Jane didn't even hear her come up behind. Stealthy one, Maura was.

"Is she alright? Is she sleeping? Did you change her into her sleeping wear?"

Jane rolled her eyes. "Yes, Maura. All of the above. She's okay."

Jane watched in pity as Maura began to tear up again.

"Maura."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry." Maura looked gloomily at Sophie's bedroom door.

Jane looked back, not wanting to talk in front of Sophie's door. She gently took Maura's arm which was silky in a robe, and pulled her into their bedroom. Maura closed the door behind her. She didn't turn around.

"It just… sucks when she's hurt. It is highly painful for me too."

Jane backed up and sat down on the bed watching Maura closely.

"I know, honey."

Maura turned around to face Jane slowly. "You said it one time, something along the lines of the notion that kids become injured because they are kids."

Jane nodded.

"She's a kid."

"Yes, she is Maur."

Maura pursed her lips together wonderingly. She made eye contact with Jane.

"Sometimes it's hard for me to recall that theory."

Jane sharply laughed, "Ha, well it's called being a parent theory, old wise woman."

Maura tilted her head, eyebrows knitted together in a thoughtful revelation. Jane couldn't help but smile every time Maura gave that look.

"I suppose… that could be accurate. I will have to take that as comfort for now. Well, minus the old woman part, but keeping the wise part."

Jane shook her head smiling.

Please leave spoken words for me to use as advice! Is there anything you see when you think of a Rizzles family?

Any type of specific headcanon for this couple?

I want to hear from you. :)

Thank you so much for the positive words from the previous chapter! I read all of them many times. Really, it's true. Reviews do make writers add on quicker and more frequently.

P.S. Jane is Ma in my headcanon while Maura is Mom.

What about you all?

I'm going to be surprised when I watch R&I and there isn't a little one for them to share.

Cassie