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Detective Jane Rizzoli had stormed out of the cafe and the police department full of anger, and her anger still had not vanished now that she was practically running down the street. How dare he? Or she?, she thought. My own brother had slept with my best friend, he had taken advantage of our fight and dragged Maura in bed. And Maura let him drag, which is not one jot better, even worth, since this is the second time she tried something on one of my brothers. It was Maura's damn openness about casual sex, she just fucks anybody around and she doesn't even stop at family. Sex should mean something, like Casey said the other night, it's about making a commitment. I trust her and she is acting like this? Is she trying to take revenge? Because I have not been the best best-friend lately? But fucking Frankie is just to gross. What the fuck is going on in this big brain of her?
She kept storming through the streets of Boston, not really knowing where she was heading just hopping that she could somehow calm down enough to go back to work. She kicked a stone hard as her phone vibrated.
She answered the phone without looking at the caller ID: "Rizzoli!"
"Hey sweetheart! This is Casey. I just called to say I miss you!" the cheerful voice of Casey sounded through the speaker.
Jane sighed as she looked at her watch. Four hours since I left his apartment. "Yeah, hey, Casey. How are you doing?"
"Just fine. How could I feel any different after last night?" he said and chuckled and continued: "I thought, that we should have a nice dinner tonight, with your mother and brothers. To tell them, that we decided to make this step in our relationship."
Jane gulped. "You want to have dinner with them to tell them that we had sex last night?"
"No, silly! I think we should tell them, that we are in a serious relationship now, with a future and stuff."
Jane stopped her walking. What? She remembered vaguely Casey saying something about a commitment last night. Does he really think that this was a big step? She wanted to spend the night with somebody who had not so totally fucked up like Maura or Frankie, but with Ma and Tommy and than Frankie by force? No.
"You know what, Casey. I'd love to spend the evening with you. But really, I don't want to see Ma or my brothers tonight."
"Oh, just the two of us? Romantic dinner? Sure. It's so sweet of you, that you want to enjoy us together. I should have thought of that."
"Yeah..."
"Than it is set. We will have a nice quite dinner. I look forward to it."
"Yeah, Casey, I..."
"I know, darling. You have to hang up." He laughed, "You are always busy. You come to my place after work?"
"Yeah, Casey. I..."
"Great. See ya later." He hung up and Jane eyed her phone confused. Yeah, she thought and turned around to get back to work.
As she entered the bullpen, Jane saw Detective Korsak and Detective Frost sitting at Frost's desk heads put together and heard them whispering. Korsak's head shot up the moment he heard her footsteps and both of them became silent. For a second the two male detectives looked at Jane, then Korsak cleared his throat, mumbled: "I gonna go get some coffee." and made a beeline for the door. Frost hold her gaze a second longer, then looked back at his screen in an attempt to look busy.
"Frost!" Jane growled approaching his desk.
Detective Barry Frost remembered a childhood incident. He had smashed one of his mothers favorite vases. He had eyed the shards for a while, as he had heard his mother returning into the living room. The only escape he could thought of was hiding and he had hidden, behind the back of his hand. As long I can't see her, she can't see me, he had thought and that was what he thought now. As long as he didn't look at Jane Rizzoli, she wouldn't see him.
"Frost!"
He took a deep breath, prepared himself for what ever might come and look up. He winced. Detective Rizzoli had made it to his desk and was leaning towards him by supporting herself on her fists on his desk.
"Frost!" she repeated.
He silently cursed the older Detective Korsak for leaving him alone. "Yeah Jane. What can I do for you?"
"What is it, Frost, that you struggle to look me in the eye? What was your chitchat with Korsak about?"
'She's in interrogation-Jane-mode right now. No way to escape' he thought, 'I might as well make it as short as possible.' "I've asked him how Rizzoli family dinner was."
"Oh, really? And? Tell me, how has it been?"
"Well, he said it was interesting...somehow."
"Frost!"
He winced again. "Okay, Jane. He told me, that you and Doctor Isles had some problems. And that he thinks, that you might have overreacted."
"And you think so, too? Frost?"
"You know as good as I know that Korsak tends to...to amplify when it comes to gossip."
Jane gave him a stern look.
"Okay, Jane. I am your partner. You know this. And I always have your back and you know you can trust me. But you and I know Korsak, too. I have not been there yesterday, so I really don't know, but he wouldn't lie about something like this. So maybe he has a point there."
Jane straightened herself, then massaged the bridge of her nose. "Yeah, Frost. But you should at leased hear my point here. She just runs around in her damn heels and by doing so makes a move on my brothers. First Tommy and now Frankie. Thank God I do not have any more brothers. And thank God she didn't make a move on me until now. That would be...somehow...you know?!" she laughed and ran her fingers through her hair nervously.
"The Doc has something going on with Frankie? I didn't know you have such a lady killer as a brother."
"I didn't know either until this morning." Jane collapsed into her chair. "You see, I'm not the one who acts strange."
Detective Frost knew very well, that the female detective didn't make much sense. If there had been something between Frankie and Dr. Isles last night, which he actually doubted, then it would have been last night, after the family dinner. So this couldn't be what had coursed the fight, but he was far awy from pointing this out. So he just nodded.
"You know, Frost, I really don't know why Maura is so … so different lately. She …"
In this moment Dr. Maura Isles entered the bullpen. "Detective Rizzoli. I would like to talk to you." she stated.
Janes anger from before rose again. „So you want to talk with me? Know what? I don't want to talk to you. I can't believe that you and Frankie…"
Maura raised her hand to stop Jane from going on. "Jane! I did not have intercourse with your brother Frankie last night."
"But you spent the night with him and you drank whiskey. By the way since when do you drink stuff like this?"
"Jane, he tried to cheer me up, after you alienated me. He was a good friend."
"Oh all the sudden you know how friends should be. Great Maura." Jane had raised her voice, ignoring the glances from her co workers.
"I don't want to continue our argument. That is something we should do in private, and fast. I" she hesitated, "I don't like arguing with you, but that's another story. You should apologize to Frankie!" Maura turned on her heel and left for the elevators.