Hey guys, I hope this chapter makes up for the cliffhanger. I know you all abhor when I do that ;)

Thanks everyone for reading and reviewing. I hope to hear from all of you again. I really appreciate it.

I'm sorry that the Surgeon has not shown up in a while. But I have plans in the coming chapters to reintroduce him into the story. I promise we will get there, just a bit more patience.

Tommy, Can You Here Me?

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"Ja-" The detective thought she started to hear Maura calling to her from the living room but Frankie suddenly dropped a pot causing a chain reaction inside the sink to clank and clatter loudly.

"Really Frankie with the pots? Cincinnati can hear you." Jane took the clean dish out of his hands so she could dry it. Her brother flicked some suds at her but she waved him off, distracted by the lack of entrance into the kitchen. She was surprised that Maura had not come through yet. The blonde would normally never shout for someone. It was considered poor manners in her household growing up so rather she would come and find Jane, which often led to her being startled by her girlfriend because even the way she walked was quiet and ladylike. The detective would often jokingly ask if she was secretly a spy.

"I would love to tell you detective, but then I would have to kill you." She had smiled mischievously.

"You like Maverick from Top Gun?" Jane was surprised when the blonde made the reference.

"Who?" Maura eyed some clean laundry piled on Jane's bed.

"You quoted Top Gun."

"No, I quoted Dr. Watson in The Hounds of Baskerville. Of course, it was Sir Arthur Conan Doyle who actually wrote the book. Watson is the character." Maura started to fold clothing that had already begun to wrinkle, "Is Top Gun like that?"

"Come on." The brunette pulled a tank top out of her hands and began to lead Maura to the couch.

"Where are we going?"

"To watch Top Gun. You can compare the two yourself."

It was one of the many ways that Maura endeared herself to the normally infallible detective. She furrowed her brow when the woman in her thoughts still had not made an appearance. Jane would have started to doubt that she had heard it at all but something in her stomach was churning and it was not the third helping of pumpkin pie she had for dessert.

"I think Maura needs something." Jane tossed down her damp towel. "I'll be right back."

"You just want to get out of your turn to dry." Frankie accused as he scrubbed a particularly stubborn bit of food.

"I am not." Jane laughed, "I haven't tried to get out of dishes since-"

"Last week when you said you and Maura had to review some evidence." Frankie did his best to make air quotes with a sponge in his hand. "Don't think I don't know what that means."

"Gross perv." Jane punched his arm with a decent amount of force causing him to flinch and get distracted. She was not about to fess up to what she and Maura had actually done when they had reached her apartment.

"Can't you two do anything without roughhousing?" Angela piped up from her seat at the kitchen table. Her stocking covered feet were elevated up on the chair, probably sore from cooking and standing since 4am, and she nursed a glass of red wine that was helping her to relax while her children tried to do the opposite. "Janie, go see what Maura needs. Bring her in here. She deserves to put her feet up too."

She gave her brother a victorious grin in this rare case where her mother actually sided with her. Ignoring him as he childishly curled his lips at her in an obnoxious face, Jane ducked down the hall to find her girlfriend. She could hear Maura but could not make out what she was saying. The brunette was surprised to hear a male respond in a low murmur since her father had retired upstairs probably for the rest of the evening. Feeling like she was inexplicably sneaking, Jane peered into the family room.

The detective never felt anger overtake her so quickly at the sight that greeted her. Maura was trapped in the arms of her little brother Tommy who had apparently decided to finally show up. The youngest Rizzoli had pushed his lips onto her girlfriend's who was obviously doing her best to pry him off but was no match for his size and most likely drunk determination. Jane snapped as she flew across the room, grabbed Tommy by the shoulders and pulled as hard as she could practically throwing him over the coffee table. She drew back her fist as her brother stumbled to face her. She landed a punch square on his nose and he fell like a ton of bricks onto the piece of furniture, the wood making a sickening crack, before he dropped to the floor completely. Maura gasped like she was coming up for air, looking on in shock at the scene escalating before her.

"You bastard." Jane growled, resisting the urge to kick Tommy's prone form. She positioned herself in front of Maura so she was safely behind her as her mother and Frankie rushed into see what the ruckus was about.

"It's good to see you too Janie." The booze-soaked man chortled from the ground. His voice was nasally as he pinched his injured facial structure as blood began to trickle from his nostrils.

"Tommy?" Angela was a mixture of confusion and delight upon seeing her son. She instantly went to help him up, horrified when she saw that he was bleeding. "What on earth happened in here? Jane, honestly, can't you get along with your brother for 30 seconds? It's the holidays."

Jane tensed and her ire boiled as her mother assumed it was something she had done while she fussed over the damage, pressing her good towel to his face to help stop the blood. Instead of answering her mother, she turned around to her girlfriend, quickly scanning her body for a single hair that might be out of place. The detective reached up and tucked her hand at the nape of Maura's neck, her fingers gently massaging as if she were trying to erase where Tommy had held her firmly in place. "Are you alright?"

The blonde nodded slowly, carefully clearing her throat before she responded, "I'm fine. Just… I'm fine."

"Will someone explain to me what is going on here?" Angela was beginning to lose her patience.

Jane glowered in their direction, "Why don't you ask Tommy?"

All eyes turned onto the young man who was suddenly shuffling his feet innocently like a nervous 5 year old, "I don't know. Janie just punched me and I fell onto the coffee table."

He nudged it with his knee and the thing wobbled unsteadily, clearly compromised. "Oh! What did you do to my table? That was my grandfather's."

The detective gritted her teeth. Tommy was always very good at telling half-truths to skew the story into his favor. Since he had learned to make complete sentences, Jane felt like she was in competition with him and had to put up with his lying, which always seemed to end up with her in trouble. Once when they were kids, Jane had accidentally broken a lamp and had to do the dishes for two weeks straight. But what had actually happened was Tommy pushed her into the lamp when she did not want to play basketball with him. Jane was not going to put up with it anymore. "You are leaving out the part where I found you molesting my girlfriend."

"Tommy?" His mother asked aghast. "Is that true?"

Tommy's eyes shifted as his depressed system tried to come up with an excuse, "I was kissing her… But she was totally asking for it. Bitch came onto me as soon as I walked through the door."

"You fucking liar." Jane lunged forward as soon as the derogatory name fell from his lips but Frankie quickly caught her around the waist to prevent her from hitting him again. "Don't you dare talk about Maura like that."

"It's true. She clearly she wants a real Rizzoli to get the job done." The brunette struggled against Frankie but he held fast.

"Janie, he's not worth it." He tried to calm her down but she still fought him until a quiet voice halted all of her attempts with a single word.

"Jane…" Maura spoke for the first time in a while. She slouched dejectedly in Frankie's grasp before brusquely shrugging him off of her. Taking a deep breath, she went and stood next to the doctor facing away from everybody.

"Frankie, take him home before I do something I will regret." Jane ordered gruffly. She allowed for Maura to gingerly place her hand on her upper arm. The brunette could feel her girlfriend's worried eyes on her but she refused to meet them at the moment as the middle Rizzoli child wordlessly took Tommy by the elbow and began to guide him out of the house.

"Hey, I didn't get to eat." He complained as he wriggled around in Frankie's cop grip.

"There will be leftovers tomorrow. Come on." The older brother demanded.

"Hey, baby." Tommy leered at Maura, "When you get tired of my dyke sister, you give me a call, yeah?"

Frankie finally managed to roughly shove the intoxicated man out of the door with Tommy yelling about how he was hurting him. Jane clenched her hands at her sides and Maura dug her fingertips into Jane's muscles. She wondered if it was because the blonde needed something to hold onto or to keep her in place; maybe it was a little of both. The officer slammed the door shut with such force that it rattled and the remaining people in the house listened as Frankie began shouting back. The two men's arguing gradually faded away and the aggressive sound of a car revving out of the driveway diminished as well leaving the women in eerie silence.

"Janie-" Her mother sounded reproachful.

"Ma, don't. Don't you dare defend him." Jane shook her head.

"I don't understand what happened." Angela waved her hands helplessly still holding onto the rag now stained with bright red.

"What always happens with him!" Jane whirled around, "Tommy showed up drunk and made a mess of things."

"He didn't mean to-"

"He didn't mean to force himself on Maura?" Jane barked. A wave of nausea rolled through her at the thought of his hands on her girlfriend who represented all that was good in the world to her.

"He was confused…" Angela would not let up.

"So it's Maura's fault?" She asked incensed. "What's next? Are you going to accuse her of actually coming onto Tommy?"

"You're being unreasonable."

"No Ma. It was fine before when he was just screwing up his own life but he crossed a line. He touched the woman that I love. How am I supposed to come here when I don't know if it's safe for her?" The detective was practically begging for her to see.

"It was just this once." Angela maintained.

"You think Tommy won't show up here drunk again? You really think he was at the vet's office all day? Are you that naïve? He hasn't worked at the vet's office in years Ma!"

"He's a good boy…"

"What if we had children?" Jane inquired abruptly in one last-ditch attempt to get her to understand. "What if your grandchild walked in and saw their Uncle Tommy forcing himself on their mother? What if they heard him call me a dyke? The world is ugly enough as it is. I don't want my kids learning about that kind of hate from their own relatives. I won't- I can't put my family under that kind of threat. Including from you Ma."

Angela just blinked, unable to really understand her daughter's words. Jane sighed as some of her fury ebbed, "Tommy needs help Ma. He will never get any better if you don't admit he has a problem."

Her mother gulped, "He- he didn't mean anything by it…"

Jane closed her eyes in frustration and rubbed her forehead wearily as the argument came full circle, "I can't do this anymore. I'll talk to you later Ma."

"But…"

"Later. I'm taking Maura home." She went and gathered her coat with Maura on her heels, silently following her. Jane glanced sadly back at her mother who looked torn, hovering there in her nice dress clutching a bloody towel wondering whether she should let her daughter go. The detective did not give her the option as she stepped out into the still night.

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Jane strode out of the house but Maura remained for a moment. She looked apologetically at the mother who just had all of her children leave in various states of distress. She really did feel bad for Angela. The blonde wanted to say something that would help, she wanted to say she was sorry for what had happened but she could not come up with anything that would make this better. Instead she rambled, "I know a man who repairs antiques. He does wonderful restorations. Clark Hobbs. He has done a few pieces for me. Wonderful work. I can have your coffee table fixed."

Angela just nodded mutely as Maura slipped out after her girlfriend who was stonily waiting with the passenger side open for her. The doctor climbed in and the car door promptly cracked shut behind her. Whenever the detective was upset, it always came across as irritation, her motions curt and her face in a constant scowl. It was a defense mechanism that she had developed to keep people at a distance when she was hurting. Maura knew better but left her alone for now. As she expected, Jane proceeded not to say anything on the ride home, which was fine for the moment as Maura attempted to catch one of the thoughts that flew around her head only for it to slip away when she tried to gather another.

It was a difficult to believe the events that had just taken place after she had felt so content with how things ended with her parents. No one could have imagined this wrench being thrown into the mix. Maura very much wanted to close her eyes and pretend it had never happened. She wished Jane could forget it too but then she would not be the woman she loved. The detective was passionate about injustices, especially the ones towards her family. Maura was aware of that even before she really knew Jane when she told her the reason she wanted to be a cop. The blonde remembered every detail about their first dinner together. It had been Tommy who had been mugged. It had been Tommy who she had wanted to protect by joining the police force despite all of the grief he caused her. The doctor had been touched by Jane's devotion at the time and now Maura gratefully found herself under that umbrella of security. The thought occurred to her that she did not know when she started to consider Jane to be her family but she realized that she never wanted it to stop.

The words Jane had said in anger about them having children together caused her heart to flutter pleasantly as she thought of miniature Rizzoli's running around but that was a conversation for another night. She looked over to the taller woman still stewing angrily as they pulled into the driveway. When Jane ripped the keys from the ignition, Maura placed a consoling hand on hers. She sat silently waiting for her girlfriend to speak for a moment.

"Maur, I'm so sorry…" Her voice was pained. "I should have known it would be my family that would screw things up today…

"Hey, nothing is screwed up and you have nothing to be sorry for." She said instantly. "You stopped him Jane."

"But he-"

"Don't blame yourself." Maura cut her off. "Jane, you're always there to save me. You save me every day. Before you I was so alone, I thought… I thought that I couldn't love. But then you came and I now know. I know what it is like to love and to be loved. So don't you dare sit there and think that I am better off without you. Because I accept you bumps and all, just like you do for me."

"I love you." Jane stared at her. Maura easily met the brown eyes that were suddenly dark and hungry. She knew what the detective needed and she needed it just as much as she leaned in to passionately clash her lips with Jane's. There would be issues that would have to be addressed tomorrow but for now she just needed to feel her lover. Maura had not realized how deeply entrenched Jane was in her until Tommy had kissed her. She nearly shuddered in revulsion at the thought of it, if not for how Jane's tongue lovingly played her own. Every cell in her body rejected the notion of someone else touching her besides her detective. She felt oddly devastated that this man, more of a boy than anything, had tried to take her from the feeling of utter belonging she felt with Jane. She craved it so much in this moment that she was practically trembling.

Maura became conscious of the fact she needed to get out of the vehicle or Jane would not wait. The last thing she needed was to be caught having sex in her Mercedes by the neighborhood watch committee. The blonde used all her self-control and extracted herself from her girlfriend and bolted from the car to the front porch. She knew that Jane was hot on her trail as she hurriedly unlocked the house and rushed inside. Maura hung up her jacket while the brunette dropped hers on the floor then tossed her sage sweater that had partially come off in her rush. Jane tugged the shorter woman back into her arms, her insistent mouth moving demandingly on her neck. She moaned at the sensation and hung onto Jane's shoulders while she did her best to walk backwards to the stairs.

Kicking her heels off to move faster up the steps she panted, "Jane, we are making it to the bedroom."

"Whatever you say." The detective's hands were cupping her breasts through her dress, leaving her wanting more.

"Take off your shirt." Maura asked so Jane would stop touching her for a moment so they could get to her intended destination. She took off down the hall. The doctor had almost made it when the bedroom door swiftly snapped shut and she found herself vulnerably pressed against the surface instead of going through it. Jane swept her hair to the side so she had access to her exposed shoulders. Tender teeth nipped at her skin then warm lips would soothe the area. Jane's hands slid everywhere over her body, never lingering long enough to give her any really satisfaction. It was deliciously maddening.

"Unzip me." Maura breathed out when she could not wait anymore.

"Why?" Jane nibbled on her earlobe. She huffed at the teasing she was being subjected to as her girlfriend's hand raked up her inner thigh then skated elsewhere.

"Jane, unzip me." Maura pushed herself into the brunette's pelvis, rotating it alluring circles. Her lover did as she was told this time, removing the garment with her bra and underwear quick to follow. Jane toyed with her taut nipples until Maura did not think she could get any more soaked with desire. She whimpered, "Please Jane…"

"Please Jane what?" Her girlfriend husked.

"I need you." Maura said earnestly this time her grinding doing nothing to urge her on.

"I'm right here." Jane kissed down her neck.

"Jane, fuck me." She gasped in desperation. That seemed to be the key because Jane let out a low growl as one hand gripped her hip tightly and the other thrust long fingers into her slick heat. Maura cried out in pleasure at the feeling of being filled finally. The blonde pushed herself back into her each time Jane pushed forward. Practically bent at the waist, Jane draped herself over Maura. The doctor wished her girlfriend had taken off her own bra so she could feel her skin completely on her back, her breast rubbing against her. But there was no time, as Jane's steady, long strokes picked up in strength and speed. Maura vocalized her satisfaction as Jane groaned behind her. Her muscles tightened around Jane as she was sent toppling over the edge.

"Jane!" She called out as spasms of pleasure shot through her. She collapsed against the wooden door with Jane pressed into her, their bodies shining with perspiration as they tried to regain their breath. Maura grinned as she turned the silver knob, unlatching the door. With their support system gone the couple tumbled into the room ending up on the plush carpet in a heap of limbs. They laughed as Maura promptly climbed on top of the half dressed detective. Straddling her hips, she deliberately sucked on Jane's fingers, slowly cleaning off her own arousal while the brunette watched in awe. Abandoning the digits Maura regarded Jane's nude bra for a second before pushing up the obtrusive clothing, not bothering with trying to remove it. Her mouth found its way to where they both really wanted it. Her tongue flicked playfully over Jane's stiff peaks while her girlfriend held onto her blonde curls.

"God Maura…" Jane loved the attention but needed more. Maura pulled her head up, her lips seeking Jane's as they fused together. The doctor practically tore open Jane's pants leaving her just enough room to dip her hand into her underwear. Her lover's hips canted upward as Maura leisurely slid into her wetness skirting the areas that would give Jane the most pleasure, a revenge that was hard earned. Finally Maura plunged her fingers into Jane's center the heel of her hand brushing perfectly against Jane's clit. The doctor's tongue mimicked the motion in Jane's mouth until she pulled away gasping.

"Shit." Jane climaxed causing Maura to shake with the intensity. After the tremors subsided, the blonde laid her head on her girlfriend's chest, listening to her pounding heart steadily slow down. She smiled when Jane started to run her fingers through her hair.

"Should we actually get in the nice, soft bed we have?" Jane smirked. Maura looked up mischievously.

"I don't think we are done down here." She hummed and began kissing further and further down Jane's abdominals while working to pull off her pants.

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Jane woke up distinctly aware she was sleeping on something rather hard and a weight was lying directly on top of her. Her cell phone was ringing somewhere in the distance trying to get her to wake up. The detective opened her eyes surprised to find her head was practically under the nightstand. A quick glance down showed a mess of blonde hair resting on her shoulder and the rest of her was being used as a human mattress with the comforter lying half on top of them and half still up on the bed. Her phone beeped indicating she missed the call. Jane groaned as she shifted her now very sore muscles.

"Maur." Jane prodded her girlfriend lightly. "Maura, we need to get up."

"I'm comfy." The doctor sighed apparently more awake than she was letting on.

"Well good for you but I'm the one on the ground here." Jane grumbled. Maura opened her eyes curiously and giggled at the place she found herself in.

"Oh Jane, I'm sorry." Maura rolled off of her. "Your back must be stiff."

"Nothing I didn't deserve I'm sure." Jane grinned ruefully as she thought of their activities last night. She cringed as she sat up to stretch and her bones popped loudly in the room.

"Would you like me to give you a massage to help relieve some of that pain?" Maura purred coyly.

"I would like that very much." Jane said, transfixed by Maura's tongue languidly licking along her bottom lip. Suddenly her phone went off again and the medical examiners came a minute later. The brunette whined.

"Looks like it will have to wait." Maura stood with the blanket leaving Jane exposed. "Go start the coffee. I'm getting in the shower."

"You know a shower would make me feel better."

"Then you can take one after me." Jane pouted as her girlfriend shook her head indicating that sexy shower time would definitely not be happening this morning.

"That won't work." Maura stayed resolute as she disappeared into the bathroom. She resigned to taking her shower alone as she got up and snagged a terry cloth robe from the closet. She headed out of the bedroom and grinned proudly at the trail of clothes that had been left as she went down stairs. On her way to the kitchen she laughed as she saw Bass indignantly plodding along with her green cardigan stuck on his shell.

"Rough night for you too?" She asked the unresponsive creature though she could have sworn he gave her a look of disdain.

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I hope you all like it. I am diligently working on the next chapter. And by that I mean watching the West Wing.

Additional note: The Surgeon will be reemerging in the next chapter. Insert scary Jaws music here.