Some lines were borrowed from the R&I dinner because some things wouldn't change. Aside from that the rest is pretty original. Zarosguth edited and beta-ed for me.

I'd also like to welcome MommaJ69 back. I missed you.

Jane scoffed at her brother and turned to Jordan, "Can you die from constipation?" Turning back on Frankie she glared at him, "Because I'm a little worried about how full of shit you are."

"Oh come on Jane," He barked, "Even you have to admit that the Yankees' pitcher is lookin' a little off lately."

"The Yankees are going to clobber the Orioles this week." Jane growled, "Then they're going to smash the Mets and then the Sox come to Yankee Stadium. Kate and I got stuck working at the game but she tells me that we're being assigned to roam the crowd."

He snorted rudely, "You gotta be kiddin' me. Since when did you become a Yankees fan!?"

Jordan started laughing hard as Jane poked her bother in the chest, "I'm a Sox fan first, pal. But the Yankees got a great team this year and in case you forgot, I live in New York." She yanked her badge out of her pants pocket, "NYPD remember?!"

Frankie looked to Jordan, "I think we're gonna have to stage an intervention."

"Don't drag me into this Frankie." Jordan giggled, "She's coming home in two months and I'm hoping that her girlfriend wants her job back."

Frankie bobbed his head sarcastically, "Oh I see, lookin' out for yourself, huh? See if I give you tickets to Fenway again."

"No offense Frankie, but I don't want to be in charge of all the MEs in Massachusetts. I liked being ACME, especially under Maura."

The mention of her fiancé got Jane to look around, "Where's Ma?"

Jordan looked around too. "I don't know? She disappeared right before Frankie came in."

Jane groaned, "Ugh, Maura." She hopped off the counter and made a beeline up the stairs. Swinging around the bannister she hauled ass to her bedroom and stopped as she heard Maura's voice.

"I appreciate your concern, Ma, but I can assure you that Jane is fine and there is nothing that you should be aware of."

"But she's my daughter and I worry. Especially when I hear she's having nightmares."

Jane was about to intervene when Maura's words again stopped her in her tracks. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do sweetie, but-"

"Jane trusts me and I can't talk to you about this without damaging that trust. Especially knowing how hard it was for her to let me in. The only thing I feel comfortable telling you, is that Jane has a very stressful job, particularly in New York, and she copes with it very well. I love her so much and I'm asking you to trust me to take care of her."

"Oh Maura, I do trust you but… when you have a baby, you'll understand why I worry."

"Ma, I've learned that I can't live without Jane." Maura said softly, "I had to learn how to have faith in her; to simply believe beyond rational thought that she will come home to me. She has yet to let me down and I can do no less for her."

Angela smiled warmly at her, "You really do love her that much?"

"More than my own life," Maura replied. "Please, Ma, Let this go."

It took a few moments but Jane heard her mother's quiet "Okay. I should check on dinner. Everyone is going to be here soon."

Jane rushed into the yoga studio before Angela came out of the bedroom and was off to the kitchen. She quietly came into the bedroom and smiled warmly at her love. Maura blew out a huff of air and ran a hand through her honey blonde curls.

Standing in her favorite lavender dress that oddly enough reminded her of Jane's lavender scent, she turned slowly towards her jewelry chest and froze as Jane came into view. She didn't know how much of the conversation her love had overheard but was nervous anyway.

"I'm proud of you." Jane said softly. "My ma is not an easy one to fend off like that."

"You're not angry?" Maura asked.

Jane held up her arms, "For what you said, never." Maura stepped into her arms and Jane held her tightly. "I love you, Maur." Every time she thought that she couldn't love Maura any more than she did, Maura did something that made her love her even more.

"I love you, Jane Rizzoli." The ME said into Jane's neck. "I'll never love anyone the way I love you and I can't wait to take your name and call you my wife."

The indescribable joy at those words rocked Jane to her core and she bent down to kiss Maura softly. The tender heat of that kiss caused Maura to wrap her arms around Jane's neck and pull her in tighter and within a few more scorching kisses, Jane laid Maura down on the bed.

Ten minutes later...

"Oh, for heaven's sake!" came the husky shout from the bedroom door. "I was just up here ten minutes ago!"

Jane grabbed the edge of the bedspread and yanked it over her and Maura to conceal their semi naked state and they both rolled off of the bed and onto the floor with a loud thud.

"MA! You're not supposed to be up here!" Jane shouted, "Get out!"

Maura's breathy voice intervened, "Jane" huff, "You shouldn't" huff, "yell at," huff, "your mother."

Jane rolled her head back, "You haven't even come down yet and you're telling me not to yell at Ma for walking in on us, again!"

They heard Angela stomping down the steps muttering about rabbits.

She started to unwrap herself from the blankets when Maura caught her. Still breathing heavily she asked, "What about you?"

"I think having Ma catching us having sex is more than enough to shut me down for a while."

As Jane started to stand, Maura caught her by the hips and pulled her down, "But I wasn't done." Jane flopped on her back as Maura started kissing her bare hip bone. Almost instantly, Jane was ready to go. She sighed as Maura's lips moved closer to her lower abs.

"Your breathing pattern indicates you are excited again."

"Only you do this to me," the detective growled, "No one else but my beautiful cyborg."

Maura's breath was hot against her skin, "You love your cyborg."

Jane giggled in an almost girly way. "I'm going to marry my cyborg."

"Hey look, here come the bunnies." Frankie joked as they came down a half hour later.

Jane paused and patted her hips through the black dress that Maura had asked her to wear again, "Where's my gun?"

Maura, equally embarrassed, answered truthfully, "In the bedroom."

Her family erupted in laughter and Jordan started clapping. Woody Hoyt, her boyfriend who had arrived a few minutes earlier, chuckled, "I'd lend you mine but Ballistics is a bitch."

"So am I." Jane sneered.

"Okay, so dinner is almost ready," Angela called out. "The rest of our guests should be arriving…" the doorbell interrupted her, "right now."

Jane passed Jordan a look. Here we go, she sent although Jordan couldn't understand her like Kate did. Jane Kissed Maura before heading to the door.

She opened the door to find her father standing on the porch with a handful of blue carnations and a bottle of wine.

"Hey Pop." She said casually though it was the last thing she was feeling as her stomach knotted. She hadn't seen him since he tried to get an annulment from Ma.

He smiled wide as he took her in, "Hello, Janie. You look good."

She forced a smile and stepped back to let him enter, "Thanks, I'm glad you could come."

He stepped inside and was greeted quickly by Maura in her red dress.

"Hello, Frank." She said and held out her hand.

It took a quick second but he smiled and shook her hand lightly, "Maura." It sounded more like a question than an acknowledgement.

"Won't you come in, please?" Maura, ever the graceful host, said. "Angela and Jordan prepared a beautiful tuna casserole for this evening along with several of your other favorites."

He nodded, "Thank you."

"Hello, Frank." Angela said from the dining room.

He smiled and handed her the flowers.

Jane leaned into Maura, "Blue carnations, He couldn't do better than that?"

"They're actually white," Maura said softly, "They dip them in blue dye and with capillary action you get… those."

Angela looked down at the bottle of wine. "Frank, I don't think this is a good idea tonight."

"What?" He said as he held it up, "It's one bottle for six people."

She tried to take it from him but he wouldn't quite let it go. "Frank." She said.

Jane broke it up by taking the bottle from both of them, "It's ten people and I quit drinking so it goes away until dinner and again immediately after."

She carried the bottle over to the wine rack and set it with the other bottles.

"Jane." Frank said, slightly irritated.

"My house, Pop," She barked, "My rules. If you want a glass at dinner that's fine but I don't need to see it."

She got an odd look from Maura. Jane gestured to Ma with her eyes and her fiancé relaxed when she got a relieved look from Angela.

"Okay." He said softly.

A knock at the door interrupted him. "Who's that?" he asked.

"I told you we're going to do this my way." Angela said as she headed for the door.

Jane slipped an arm around Maura and whispered, "Pop drinking isn't a good thing. Sorry if you're feeling awkward."

She smiled, "I just didn't understand."

Frank frowned at how closely his only daughter was holding the blonde. He was about to say something when Angela opened the door to reveal Cavanaugh in a typical grey suit.

"Hi honey." Angela said warmly.

"Hey." He said and lifted up a full bouquet of pink and red roses.

Jane's eyebrows rose at the flowers; Cavanaugh was marking his territory. She looked to Maura who was equally surprised. But Cavanaugh was a Lieutenant and knew how to command a room.

He smiled kindly at Jane, "Hello Jane, Maura."

As Maura took Jane's hand, his smile grew. "New York is looking good on you Maura." He said as he pointed to the small Detective's Badge that she had added as a brooch.

An inch across, it was a replica of Jane's except that instead of identifying her as a detective the word etched in it was "FAMILY" with Jane's badge number beneath it. In the event that Maura was injured any cop would recognize it, know that she was family to an NYPD detective, and track down Jane through dispatch which used badge numbers across the board. It was the same reason Kate had hung her badge on Alexis at Mass General before the doctors took her away.

"Jane gave it to me after we got back to New York." She said proudly. "I wear it as often as I can."

He nodded.

"Hey." Jane shouted as Tommy came into the door wearing a tidy suit. It was one of Frankie's.

"Hi Janie." He hugged his sister lightly and turned an eye to Maura, "Hey Maura."

She hugged him too. "Hello Tommy. I have the chess board set up for later."

"No TJ?" Jane pouted.

"Naw," He said, "Lydia isn't feelin' too good so she and TJ stayed home."

Jane dipped her eyes to her father and he nodded subtly.

"Okay, but I want to come over and see him before we head home."

"No problem." He said as Jane came back into the living room.

She was about to shut the door when she caught sight of the BPD blue and white cruiser pulling up to the curb and she watched Charlie Hansen climb out.

Jane waved as the young girl rushed up to the door, "Sorry but I only have an hour…"

She let the uniformed cop walk in. "No problem, hang up your belt, cop a squat next to Frankie and we'll get going."

She smiled as she slipped in, already loosening her utility belt.

Maura slipped her arms around her fiancé and smiled. Jane gritted her teeth and whispered, "A full house. This has disaster written all over it."

Maura smiled falsely, "You're just nervous because your partner is too far away to back you up."

"There's that too." She admitted.

Jordan called from the table, "Jane, Maura, come and eat."

Jane held up her arm, "Shall we?"

Maura took it lightly, "If we must."

Angela sat at the head of the table with Sean to her right, followed by Jordan, Woody and Tommy. Frank sat at the bottom end next to Frankie with Charlie, Jane, and then Maura finishing the line back to Angela. This caused the joke to circle about how Maura was her favorite daughter.

The food was passed around smoothly as was a glass of wine for each. Minus Jane who was content with her pomegranate juice and Charlie who'd elected to try the juice since she was still on duty. There was no dinner conversation until Maura, ever the proper hostess, mentioned the ride to Boston.

"It was so liberating to feel the wind rushing around you. I now clearly understand why Jane loves it so much."

Frankie nodded in agreement, "I really enjoy rollin' around town on the café racer we built."

"Though the suspension of Jane's bike could use some work." Maura added.

"Oh come on, Maur." Jane scoffed, "It's got a rough ride because it sits so low."

"When did you buy a motorcycle?" Frank asked in surprise.

Jane looked over at him, "Kate gave it to me for Christmas. I'm looking forward to riding it out to Springfield this year."

"I wish I was goin' to Springfield." Frankie groaned.

Jane stared at him, "You are."

He looked up from the casserole on his plate, "Run that one by me again?"

"I talked to Colin about it at Thanksgiving. Your invite comes right from Springfield Arms, Frankie."

"When were you going to tell me?" He barked.

"I did so over Christmas." She replied and then she thought about it. "Oh shi-." A look from both Angela and Maura caused her to squint, "-iout. Shoot, I thought I did. Um, I guess I kinda forgot after the whole Harley thing." Her expression changed to sheepishness. "I'm sorry Frankie. I thought I told you."

"Nope. I'd have remembered that." He narrowed his eyes, "I'll remember that for around your birthday."

"Hey," Jordan called, "No revenge plotting at the table."

Cavanaugh sat quietly and sipped at the wine as he finished eating. "So Jane,"

She looked over at him.

"You and Beckett ready to come back?"

She nodded, "Yeah. Our captain isn't too fond of us leaving but we'll be ready."

"Can't believe that Beckett is gonna be the Head Sergeant at Homicide." Frankie said. "Do you know how long Crowe's been wanting that position?"

Jane grinned, "Better than you do. She's perfect for the job though. She's already a Crew Chief at the 12th with a dozen detectives under her command. Adding another six won't be a big deal."

"I read the file Gates sent me." Cavanaugh said. "She's got all of the right qualifications and the experience but Martinez is going to throw a fit when she comes in."

She grinned at him, "You haven't told him."

"He doesn't need to know until I list her." He said with that evil glint in his eye, "The Head of Detectives doesn't like when they get moved around without telling him."

"So, Korsak's retirement?"

"Is already done and Martinez is screening replacements when he's not micromanaging DCU."

Maura shook her head, "Is it unusual to move things around so secretively?"

Cavanaugh nodded, "It is for BPD but with the changes around here, I want to make sure the right people are in place. That means Jane back in Homicide and Kate as her Sergeant. Frankie and Woody make a good team already so I have no worries there."

Jordan looked over at her uncle, "What other changes are happening?"

"Nothing specific, just some pretty substantial rumors."

Jordan looked over at Maura, "I don't suppose one of those rumors would involve my beloved sister returning to her position as CME, would it."

Cavanaugh shook his head, "That's the Governor's office. Not mine and not OPC."

Frank downed his wine and sat back. "I was hoping for a small family gathering here tonight."

Jane looked at him, "This is a small family gathering."

Jordan nodded, "Usually we have," she counted off on her fingers. "Three more. Unless Livy's in town; then it's four."

"I meant Rizzoli's," he said coldly, "Not all of your friends."

Jane looked over at him again, "We are family Pop. Kate and Olivia are like Ma's other daughters and Maura is a Rizzoli." He could see the affection in her eyes as she looked at the blonde doctor.

Frank had enough and looked over at Angela. "This was supposed to be a family dinner. Not a dinner for the Cavanaugh's and the others. Just me, you, Janie, Frankie, and Tommy."

Jordan shook her head at him. "Even if that was the case, you'd be forgetting Maura."

"As much as Janie is infatuated with this woman," Jane's head snapped around and Jordan caught the look, as did Frankie. "She's not a Rizzoli. Her name is Isles, not Rizzoli."

Jordan passed a look to Jane and nodded.

Jane shook her head, this was not the time. Until she caught the look on Maura's face. Her first instinct was to lash out at her father for nearly bringing her to tears but Jordan was right, this was the time.

Jane stood up and leveled a look at her father. "Don't you make her cry, Pop. Cause you can't take that back and I will hate you forever if you do."

She knelt next to Maura and took her hands, "Baby, don't you cry on me."

She sniffled and Jane rested a hand on her lap. "Maur?"

Maura looked at her, "I'm sorry. I…"

"Don't." She said as she looked up into hazel eyes. "I have another promise for you, my love." Jane said as she slipped the ring back on her betrothed's finger and stood behind her, wrapping her arms around her fiancé and leveling her gaze directly at her father. "No one will ever talk to my wife that way without getting an ass whooping from me."

Maura gripped Jane's hand tightly revealing the ring that sat on her left ring finger.

All attention was locked on them as Jane stood proudly behind Maura, "This afternoon, I proposed to Maura and I am thrilled beyond description to announce that she said yes." She looked to her mother, "Maura and I are getting married."

"Well, it's about time!" Angela shouted in joy.

Frank was about to stand up when an icy look from Jane stopped him.

Jordan started the clapping and everyone followed except for the Rizzoli Patriarch who merely sat in his chair eyeing them like they were all crazy. His only daughter had just proposed to a woman and it made his blood boil. But if he wanted to put his family back together, screaming about sin, hellfire and brimstone now was not the way to do that.

Maura stood up and wrapped her arms around Jane, "I'd like to announce that I've decided that not only do I want to be Jane's wife, I also want to have her name." She looked back to Angela, "you've always made me feel like a Rizzoli and I want to actually be a Rizzoli. It is common, especially among doctors, for the wife to add their spouse's name to their own or even to keep their maiden names for professional purposes. If I was one of those people, I'd want to be Dr. Rizzoli-Isles. But because I love Jane so much it has become clear to me that I am no longer the person I was when you met me and even if I wanted to I could never return to that life again. I want the whole world to know me as who I have become, Dr. Maura Rizzoli, the wife of Detective Jane Rizzoli."

Angela stood up and raised her glass, "Everyone. Allow me to introduce my new future daughter in law, Doctor Maura Dorothea Rizzoli." She leveled a look at Frank. "May they be blessed with many years of joy and bring me many grandbabies. Salute!"

"Salute!" they cheered.

Jane smiled, she hadn't planned to announce it this way but she had done it and Maura had even declared her intentions of taking the family name. She felt like she could fly as Maura held her tightly. Her father wasn't pleased but was oddly silent so she counted her blessings and pulled her chair a little closer to her bride to be.

"To my beloved family, I know that it's been a long wait for us to figure out what was always there and I thank you for your patience and more to the point your understanding of our relationship. It makes me wonder why I waited so long to pull my head out of my ass."

Through the laughter in the room, she could hear Angela, "Language, Janie."

"To my family." She said as she raised her glass.

Maura raised her voice and her glass and shocked the room with her Italian, "Alla nostra famiglia."

Angela raised a brow with her glass, "La nostra famiglia."

While Frankie walked Charlie to the blue and white, Angela, Jordan and Woody started cleaning up the table. Cavanaugh sat conversing with Tommy while Jane sequestered Maura near the back door.

"I love you." She said softly, "I really wanted to do that differ-"

Maura cut her off with a kiss that left them gasping, "Jane, your announcement of our engagement was a beautiful example of everything you are, your love and, of course, your protectiveness of me and I could do no less than tell them that I want to have your last name as a testament of how much I love you."

Her smile reached her eyes and showed her clearly defined dimples. Maura kissed her again and Jane sighed, "We need to get rid of everyone."

Maura nodded. "Yes we do because I am still immensely turned on from being engaged to you."

"I'll start moving them out." She said and Maura nodded her agreement.

As Maura rushed off to show the ring to Angela and Jordan, Jane caught sight of her father coming towards her, he didn't have a happy look.

Needing the privacy for the blow up about to happen, she merely met his eyes and pulled open the courtyard door.

He walked through it and she followed, making sure to shut the door after.

He stopped as he took in the sight of Jane's bike. He crouched next to it and nodded as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small bottle of bourbon.

"Nice looking bike." He said as she unscrewed the cap and took a big swig.

"You're drinking again." She said.

"I needed my old friend." He said as he stood up and leveled a glare at her, "What are you doing Janie?"

That cold place inside her stirred at his words. "What I should have done from the beginning Pop, following my heart."

"You never used to be this way," He grumbled in disgust. "You were a good catholic girl."

Jane cocked a hip and crossed her arms. "I'm still a good catholic girl. I just love another girl."

"No you're NOT!" Frank shouted and took another swig of the bottle, "You bring shame to the family and to yourself!" Another swig, "Homosexuality is a sin, Jane."

"Something I learned over a year ago, Pop," she barked, "It's not a sin to love and to be loved."

"It is a sin to be a queer!" He shouted. "That woman has bewitched you."

Her senses went on alert then, her father's tone was dangerous and Jane's body slammed into her battle calm, hard. She didn't want to believe that her father would get violent but she resolved herself that she would defend only, not engage.

"She loves me." And there was no emotion in her voice.

"Janie, see reason, please." His look was pleading but as her eyes darkened, she saw the falseness of it. "Think about it."

"I've thought about it a long time, Pop." She said coolly, "And I've come to the conclusion that I am a lesbian."

"NO!" he shouted, "I did not bust my balls for twenty years just so my only daughter could become a fucking dyke."

"I think you should go, Pop." Her voice had an icy chill to it, "Before you get yourself into something you'll regret."

"So that's what it comes to? Threatening your old man?"

Jane pushed aside her senses for a minute as her voice got higher pitched, "It's not a treat, Pop! I love you but if I have to choose," she pointed a finger at the door, "She will win hands down, no contest!"

She felt, more than heard, the door knob turn. She didn't turn to see who was there, praying it wasn't Maura.

"Tell me something Jane," Frank said before taking another swig of the deep brown poison. "When did you become this?"

She didn't even hesitate, "Since I was thirteen and hit puberty." Her muscles tightened, "When Gina Grant showed me how big her boobs were getting and I tried to kiss her. You should remember that, since Joey ran off to tell Father Rossi about it and you grounded me for a month over it. I remember it vividly and I tried for twenty-two years to push that away, to be straight when I knew I wasn't and all I ever managed to do was make myself miserable."

"You were straight!" He shouted.

"No. I wasn't." She replied as she reigned in her other side, "I'm gay, Pop. I always have been and every man I have never been with has made me hate myself, made me feel like I was broken because it didn't feel right."

"You just haven't found the right one!"

"That's where you're wrong," she said flatly, "I just proposed to the right one and I know it right down to the last cell in my body."

"You're just like Frankie! A fucking quitter!" He barked, "Kid had a million dollar arm, kept bitching about his elbow."

"He threw it out, Pop." She shouted, "He threw out his elbow because you made him throw curve balls all the time."

"No, he was a quitter!" He shouted back, "Just like Tommy. Couldn't do a damn thing right his whole life, even ran over father Crowley in a damn cross walk."

"Tommy had a drinking problem." She defended, "The same one you have and the same one I had. We never know when enough is enough."

"I'm not drunk!" He shouted louder this time. "And you won't disrespect me like your mother did."

Jane scoffed at him; "She never disrespected you! YOU LEFT HER! You left us all behind and we had to find a way without you!" She cursed at herself for showing such emotion and let her other side take over again. "You left us, Pop. All of us and I'm not going to feel bad or ashamed for my love for Maura."

"The dead doctor," he chuckled meanly, "Of all the people."

Jane's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Be careful, Pop. I laid out a detective for his words. You will show her the respect she deserves."

He snorted at her, "Gimme a break. Does that look actually work on people?"

He took another sip and staggered slightly. She picked up on it and gaged his possible reactions. She knew she'd hate herself if she had to hurt him.

Please Daddy, don't do this. It was a silent plea.

"That's enough, Frank." Sean Cavanaugh said from the door.

Frank took one look at Cavanaugh, "Oh look, it's the man who's fucking my wife."

Cavanaugh took a step closer and waved a hand at him, "She's not your wife anymore and you're going to show some respect, starting right now."

Jane caught movement at the edge of her vision and found Woody, Jordan and Frankie standing just inside.

"Who's gonna make me?" Frank goaded. "You?"

Cavanaugh took one step and Frank Sr. lunged at him. Jane was on him in a heartbeat as she slammed her father into the wall so fast he hadn't seen her move.

"That's enough, Pop!" She shouted.

Frankie and Woody were on either side of Cavanaugh holding him back. Jane felt Jordan wrap her arms around hers, it was slow and deliberate so as not to startle her or to register as a threat.

"Let him go Jane." She said, "It's time for him to go."

Jane released him.

"Yeah, just like I thought, a fucking coward with all these people to stop you!" Frank shouted again.

Cavanaugh pushed at the boys but they wouldn't let up. Jane shoved her father against the wall again, harder this time. Jordan again gently wrapped herself around Jane, "Don't hit him Jane; he's drunk."

"You ever hurt Angela again and it won't be the cancer that kills you, Frank." Sean shouted as he struggled against his detectives..

"Take him out of here!" Jordan shouted. "Inside, now!"

Woody and Frankie shoved Cavanaugh inside but he fought against them.

Jane growled low, "You will not harm my family. You hear me!?" She could see the move, all the way through cleanly. The right pressure to knock her father into unconsciousness.

Jordan turned her attention back to Jane. She knew she couldn't handle the younger woman on her own, "KIERAN!"

Kieran burst out of the guest house and took one look at the situation and gently eased up next to Jane.

"Take Mr. Rizzoli back to his Motel." She barked.

Jane shifted her grip slightly freeing up her elbows.

"After you go get Maura." Jordan amended.

He went inside and a few seconds later, Jane felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. She looked to see a gold ring with a ruby embedded in it.

Jane turned to see Maura's frightened expression, "Jane, come inside. Please."

She turned back to her father and the urge to lay him out subsided. Slowly she loosened her grip. Frank reached over to shove her when a black mass stepped between them.

Kieran took hold of Frank and the man struggled. "Take it easy old timer." He said as Frank fought against him.

"Fuck you!" He shouted. "Get your hands off of me."

He felt plastic straps slip around his wrists and with a zip they were tightened.

"You're leaving now." He said calmly, "It can go the easy way, or the hard way, but either way, you're on your way."

Kieran hauled Frank out of the courtyard and into the truck.

As soon as he was out of sight, Jane folded in on herself. She couldn't believe that her own father had provoked the darkness inside her. Clearly she remembered gauging his strengths and weaknesses and finding more of the latter. Maura gripped her tightly as she buried her face into her fiancé's shoulder.

"Get me upstairs." She whispered. "Please!"

Maura guided her inside and the others gasped as Jane walked in with Maura and the two of them headed directly to the stairs and up.

Jordan shut the door and Cavanaugh came rushing to her, his face red as a tomato.

"Did he hit her?"

Jordan shook her head solemnly, "No. She almost hit him."

Frankie rubbed at his jaw unconsciously, "She hit hard before she became Ninja Jane."

Jordan looked straight at Angela, "And that's what scared her."

Angela went to go upstairs when Jordan caught her by the arm, "Let Maura take care of her, Ma."

Tommy shook his head as he fell into the couch, "What happened to him? He was a good dad."

Frankie plopped down next to him. "He's not our Pop anymore."

"He's drunk." Cavanaugh said, "He's made mistakes and he's realizing how bad they were and he's got cancer. The man is scared and lashing out." He leveled a look at the brothers, "Let him sober up before you judge him like that."

"Just a few minutes ago we had to keep you from goin' after him." Frankie snorted.

"He still needs to show respect but even I can get ruffled up." Cavanaugh said. "You boys should head home now."

Tommy stood up, "I feel the need to go be a good dad."

Sean put a hand on his shoulder, "You are a good dad. Go take care of your son."

A nod and Tommy collected his jacket. He was really starting to like Cavanaugh.

Frankie stood up and shook his lieutenant's hand, "See ya tomorrow LT."

"Frankie." He said, "Take tomorrow off. Spend it with Hansen."

A look and a nod was passed before he was out the door, too.

"LT," Woody said. "Jordan and I will hang around and clean up if you and Angela want to head home."

He looked at his girlfriend who was talking to Jordan again near the steps.

"Thank you, Woody," he said before walking to Angela.

Sean placed an arm around Angela and tugged slightly, "Come on, Babe. Jordan and Woody are cleaning up. Let's go home."

"My daughter," she said.

"Is with her fiancé," He finished. "It's Maura's turn to take care of Jane and you know that she's the only one who Jane lets in anyway. Let's go home."

She looked up the stairs again and back to Jordan, "You let me know that she's okay if you see her."

Jordan nodded, "I will, Ma." Angela let Sean guide her out then.

Woody waited for them to leave. "So?"

She started to clean up the kitchen, "Start with the leftovers and we'll see what happens."

He didn't say anything as he started to pack away the food. He never saw Jane Rizzoli so upset before, not even on the night of the accident that had taken Frost. And never had he seen her draw comfort from the arms of another.