The atmosphere of the room ranged from tense to ecstatic. The people present varied as well, and yet, they all came together with one goal in mind - to finally get the women to understand.
They all see it. Who would be impervious to it. The folks at the precinct? The passion-filled people coming together on a site called Tumblr? Who would be impervious to such love.
Maybe it was the gif sets, maybe it was the little stolen and thus, biasedly implied moments between the two women but, it must be love. It had to be love.
And now, they've gotten the man to agree to the proposal they all had collectively planned - you destroy the bond they share, and have them, them themselves to realize, that they love no one more than each other and one another.
"I'll do my best people," Casey smiled amicably, "I've known Jane since high school, we dated and, it'll be challenging, I know. She can be so stubborn, and I know I'll be hated on and by, but I'll do my best," Casey gave a little salute before he left the room.
The people had gathered together then - family and friends, along with distant relations with simply no connections or ties to the people present.
Angela had fretted, Constance had worried and even Paddy Doyle managed to attend without his mob-like posy hanging about, and mostly, he had plotted.
"We have to put them in danger!" Paddy had growled. "Look what Hoyt had nearly accomplished!"
"You do not put that foul man into my daughter's life again. He hurt her in so many ways and," Angela had calmed down a little, "And he had as the young ones say, shipped them as well."
"He saw it before we ever did. He targeted couples and he targeted our children. Though it was not in the kindest or healthiest way, I'm sure he was just a man with a passionate idea armed with in most sense, an unhealthy arsenal," Constance had spoken in a tone of measured control - she detested too, anyone to their very core, if her daughter and her love, had come to harm, and they had indeed.
"Hoyt's gone ma. He's not hurting Janie again," Frankie had chimed in, with hands firmly on his mother's shoulders. His sister had hurt, but his sister had taken refuge with someone who truly mattered - and that both pleased him and delighted him - his sister was no longer alone.
"No one wishes for anyone to hurt," a new voice had entered the dynamic discussion; Paddy had stiffened at the table, fists clenched. "I'm Hope, and I'm here for Maura."
"We know who you are," the folks on Tumblr, better known as Rizzlers, had softly spoken - a thousand or more voices had gathered together onto a device, and it was a, in all sense of the word - big - support group. "We hope that you really do bring Hope to everything so far." They had seemed mildly threatening.
"We all want them together, and we just didn't know that till you brought us together," Tommy had grinned as he had gently patted the device - a screen with its speaker - and a thousand or more little graphics of Rizzlers waved in unison.
"It's our pleasure, and carry on, discuss the ultimate plan, or proposal," the Rizzlers settled on a statement, "We wish not to interfere; we just want to scream Rizzles!"
"Silly children," Angela had smiled, "But I'm sure Janie and Maura would be pleased to have such a huge network of adoring fans."
You have no idea. A thousand or more collective thoughts were thought at once.
"We'll give them a reason to be together, a common enemy to focus on, if we must," Hope had suggested.
Paddy had grunted in acknowledgment first; quicker than anybody else in the room and Hope had returned the eye contact he had sought after. We'll talk later, Hope had mouthed.
"I know how my daughter feels for yours Angela, she's just afraid to say it, out of fear of rejection," Constance had stated, and had emphasized a little too much on a particular word, "She's much too used to being alone. A fault that my husband and I, regretfully would have to bear," Constance had looked down apologetically.
"You did a fine job Constance, in raising…" Paddy had failed to continue his sentence. He had kept taps, of course he had. On his daughter, on their daughter. He had turned towards Hope and saw then, the indignation and anger, at having been kept from the truth. They'll talk later, she had mouthed. They would have had to talk later. He had ached. "It was not a mistake, entrusting Maura to you Constance," Paddy had restated his intent of comfort and assurance.
"I can see why Maura likes Jane," Constance had smiled sadly to herself, "Jane's there for her. She listens to my daughter, and she looks out for my daughter. My daughter, ever the independent child. Never having really asked for anything, in all her growing years - not clothes, nor books, and even affection," Constance had turned to Angela, "And your daughter gave her all of it - attention, affection, friendship - all so freely. My daughter, Maura, loves her like no other partner she had ever had. She won't let Jane down Angela, but she won't let Jane know either."
"Maura's an absolutely darling Constance and Janie's not being very honest with her own feelings either. Not a hugger my Janie, but offering hugs to Maura every second she can," Angela had rolled her eyes, "And I'm hearing things from that Giovanni boy about Jane and the hot Doctor. They don't think I know. How clueless does she think her mother is," Angela smiled, "Jane's not being very bright herself. Bunny pancakes, talks of grandchildren, and I even brought up Doctor Becker once! My marriage counsellor with that douchebag (maybe not?) of a husband I once had. My Janie's just as much worried as your daughter, it's no competition," Angela had sighed.
"We need to have Jane and Doctor Isles both see that they care for each other, and short of locking them in a room," Korsak had pulled up a chair as he had joined in the meeting, "I don't see how they'll ever know. Frost and I…"
"We've tried," Frost had gave a gentle shrug of his shoulders, "But Jane just doesn't see that she goes to the morgue for more reasons than test results. Even Susie admits that she just can't help herself and, no one blames her really but, they just don't see it."
"I have tried to get them to a nudist retreat...if that helps…" Susie had meekly defended herself; she can't help it, the pull and gloriousness of the eye love moments the detective and the doctor share.
"Maybe we can bring out jealous Jane again. Remember how she got towards me when I tried to kiss Maura?" Tommy had suggested.
"Doctor Isles is way out of your league Tommy," Frankie had teased, and Tommy had thumped his arm, "But Janie did behave in a particularly possessive manner throughout that period…" Frankie had thought back to Jane's behaviour - they discussed it, minutes brought up in meetings, Jane's needless comparison of herself to Tommy, and how she was better than him in each and every way.
Bring up that line, that line, that very line. Every Rizzler had mumbled into their palms.
Hope had heard. "Maura had told Jane that she loved Jane, and Jane didn't say anything but had looked at her with a goofy worried grin on her face," Hope had addressed the Rizzlers' concern, "And yes, I too have seen the many gifs."
"A passionate, artistic company they have, on Tumblr. We're pleased that our daughters have attained such a company," Constance had made peace; Hope had returned the gesture.
"Times have changed," Frank had sheepishly entered the room, "We are being watched every second now," he had hovered next to an empty chair - Tommy had stood up and had offered. The crowd had turned to Angela.
Angela had looked away and offered neither a declination nor acceptance; Frank had sat himself down - this concerns his daughter's future; the annulment was a mistake.
"Yes, this technology evolution is difficult to adapt to," Korsak had softly uttered to diffuse the silence. He dreaded animosity; too many ex-wives since however, he was no stranger to it. "But times change," he had reclined back into his seat, "We are constantly being watched and, that means I no longer need to help her look out for her change…" Korsak had sank a little at the thought of the shop lady with her missing change and his surveillance attempt, now not mattering or happening again.
"Jane told me about that," Frost had teased, "And I'm voting for protective Maura."
"Jealous Jane and protective Maura. That's going to be, volatile." Everyone had in varying degrees mumbled.
"Doctor Isles can be very frightening," Frost and Korsak had cowered a little in their seats, "She shouted at us," Frost had added, "And she can be so snarky," Korsak had recalled Maura's sass at Jane when they were fighting.
"We Isles, do not get put down easily," another new member had joined the group. "Sorry I'm late darling," Christopher Isles had whispered to and kissed Constance before he had sat himself down.
"Jane did after all, shoot her new found father," Christopher had looked to Paddy and nodded; Paddy had returned the nod.
"Dean was an unfortunate puzzlement as to why Janie had even dated him," Angela had proclaimed, "He had no right and he left us all a mess to clear. When our babies were fighting, even Stanley had offered to give Jane more coffee."
"I think it was because Doctor Isles said that he was hot…" Korsak had offered a suggestion.
"Rizzoli would have worked out pretty well with Grant, but agent Dean? I just couldn't see it," Cavanaugh had chimed in. "I just sent them out on an errand again. They bickered over who gets to drive again. Guess who won?"
"Maura," everyone had immediately wagered.
"Even I was not that whipped," Cavanaugh had teased and the men had chuckled, whilst the women had silently huffed.
"I'm sorry Sean," Paddy had apologized.
"It's not easy but, let bygones be bygones. Let's get the children together," Cavanaugh had sent a cordial smile – his dead wife would have wanted him to not be bitter, "And though I do not appreciate what Doctor Isles did to me, injecting me, she won the car fight." He had grinned.
"My Janie! I can't even get her to let me paint her house but when Maura steps in, she would go in a dress to her high school reunion. In a dress! On her own, or Maura's, accord. Maura's such a darling," Angela had exclaimed, ecstatic, and had leaned against Cavanaugh. Frank had looked on, accepting.
"That's our girl," Christopher had grinned, and adoptive or biological, Maura's parents all had smiled on proudly.
"Do you know of Ian Faulkner?" Angela had asked.
A nod. "We do, we do," Constance had replied, "He and Maura had met at medical school. Their paths took onto different routes and, I understand that Jane had not liked the idea of Maura and him."
"He was the love of her life, that's a little difficult for my Jane to beat," Frank had stated.
"Evidence has proven otherwise. As we all have observed and, as the Rizzlers, have clearly petitioned for our assistance with tantamounting evidence," Susie had rebutted, with no hesitation.
"Our daughter did grow very fond of Ian and, to Garrett Fairfield but, as I have mentioned, Maura has never held anyone in greater esteem or adoration as she has Jane," Constance had assured.
"I might have and can provide the photo evidence," Paddy had added.
Hope had stayed silent. She had spent days and nights researching on her own daughter - googling, and even scouring Tumblr blogs. She had worried, and had fretted over how best she can apologize to Maura, for having used her to save her other daughter - Caitlin.
"We don't need to proof that they're in love with each other, we just need to have them both admit it." Frankie had voiced. "Janie doesn't see it and," Frankie had sighed, "It's almost like what happened with Riley and us," Frankie had gestured to Frost.
"Doctor Isles did seem particularly intrigued by her too," Frost had joked, "And Jane did not like that. Funny how we saw through her cluelessness and we both didn't see through Riley."
"And I gave her Janie's pans," Angela had sighed too - poor Riley.
"Is this where I go to get two hawt ladies together?" Giovanni had ambled into the room. "Jane and the doctor, hawt," he had placed his thumb up.
"How did you find us?" Angela had smiled.
"I had followed the wonderful scent of your cookies Mrs Rizzoli. Hot!" Giovanni had winked.
Everyone had smiled.
"We could have them go to Giovanni's again," Tommy had suggested.
"Janie would never risk it. She's protective and jealous." Frankie had replied.
"The bar? Jane was very good at the undercover...operation…" Korsak had offered.
"I recall her blanking when Doctor Isles came to her table so, I think it was just them, not the bar," Frost had sniggered.
"Then, what can we do? I still say we put them through danger. I can get my men to -"
"You're out on probationary leave. The very most exclusive and conditional kind. We can't risk anything." Cavanaugh had interjected. Korsak, Frost, Frankie and Tommy nodded in procession.
"Make the detective jealous and my daughter protective? How else can we achieve that if we not put at least one of them in danger?"
"If you think we're going to be putting anyone in danger," Hope had glared at Paddy, and Paddy had stayed silent.
"It doesn't have to be physical danger…" Christopher had left the sentence hanging.
"I could ask the doctor out?" Giovanni had volunteered.
"And I can't?" Tommy had challenged.
"Jane and Maura, boys. Get your head right." Angela had chided.
"Maybe I can have Grant transferred back?" Cavanaugh had uncertainly said.
"Don't bother poor Joey. We need someone Maura would need to protect Jane from..." Angela had said.
"And someone that would make Jane jealous over…" Hope had followed.
"They both have to realize on their own, that it's each other they love and want to be with," Constance had reminded.
"It's like school all over again. A group project," Tommy had almost whined.
"Put them in the interrogation room, and leave them there with no food. Janie would get cranky and Maura would have to…" Frankie had run out of words, it had seemed like a good idea.
"They could go in a race again? That hug at the finishing line…." Frank had offered.
"They hug all the time now," Angela had kindly replied, "Jane's hand with Maura's thigh too. I saw that." Angela had rolled her eyes.
"What causes a person to realize, all on their own, that something's important to them?" Christopher had posed a question - the question, as it would seem.
When you lose them. Everyone had mournfully thought.
"Doctor Isles needs to date someone," Korsak had suggested, "Jane wouldn't be able to take that."
"Yes, she'll be at her desk, and thinking of no one but Doctor Isles," Frost had grinned.
"But Maura would never date anyone else if she's set on Jane," Constance had mentioned.
"Maura has been expecting only Jane as a night visitor," Angela had piped in.
"Then Janie has to be the one with the boyfriend," Frankie had stated.
"We can't get Jane to do anything, and Ma had basically tricked her once. So no chance there. If we got Maura to get Jane to date…" Tommy had started pacing the room, "My mind's definitely more brilliant than yours Frankie.
"Get that soldier man Jane had talked to at dinner that night," Caitlin had come into the meeting room. "They were high school sweethearts right? Easy. Jane would fall for him and Maura would think she stands no chance." She had settled down next to her mother, and had observed the man next to her - she recognized him from the hidden away pictures.
"How would that help the situation?" Susie had questioned. "Doctor Isles would be heartbroken." Susie would stand for no such situation - Doctor Isles was her hero.
"If Maura is as great as she is, and she is, she really is," Caitlin had rectified; she's learning to be grateful, amongst the many new emotions she's meandering through, "She would protect Jane if, the solider man was mean to Jane. We could get him to help us?" Caitlin had shrugged.
"I'm not so sure if Lieutenant Colonel Jones would take time away to help us," Korsak had gotten up for a cup of coffee and maybe a snack, "But we could try.
"I can have my dad contact him," Frost had weakly offered, "Under the guise of urgent matters."
"We don't need all of that, he's in Boston," Cavanaugh had spoken. "I saw him at the head of the office the other day. He's on shore leave."
"Get him over then! We have to start this!" Angela had gripped too tightly onto Cavanaugh in her excitement, and he had only clasped onto her hand tighter. They had shared a smile.
- some time lapse here -
"The plan is, to get Janie to fall in love with you." Angela had stated.
"Yes ma'am?" Casey had replied.
"Well, not fall in love with you, but, to think that she loves you." Angela had corrected.
"Okay ma'am." Casey had sat in his chair uncertain.
"And you mustn't be mean to our daughter," Constance had interjected.
"To Jane's best friend, the medical examiner? Doctor Isles?" Casey had asked.
"Yes. To the chief medical examiner of the whole of Commonwealth Massachusetts," Hope had replied.
"Yes ma'am," Casey had smiled a little uncomfortable in his chair; there were plenty of people standing in his personal space at the moment. He had been called over for a meeting by Jane's friends, the detectives she worked with, and the meeting had turned out to resemble more of a family-fueled undercover operation sting. He had raked up his shore leave, to get away from war among other things and, it was nice indeed, to have met Jane again but, he knew then too, there was something between her and the woman that had protectively taken her away from him. To be tasked with something as huge as this, in theory he had been keen to help make love come true but, it had seemed a little wrong, to be invading as such.
"Might I ask?" Casey had raised his hand.
Heads had nodded all around the room; and the muted but present Rizzlers had nodded too.
"I have to pretend to like Jane, have her like me, eventually have her marry me or something equally drastic so as to have Doctor Isles think that she has lost Jane to, a complete tool like me, because I will have to reduce Jane to a person she is not, just for her to admit that she loves herself best when she's with Doctor Isles. To top all of that off, we are basing this operation solely on the fact that Jane and I have dated, and I will know or will be a good indicator of how she might react around the people she dates," Casey had paused, "On the off chance that, neither of us - Jane and I - really fall for each other, and Doctor Isles, does not give up on Jane."
"Well if you put it that way…" Korsak had scratched at his head.
"It's hawt, them both. Just put them in a room or car, I'll give you one and -"
Giovanni had been interrupted.
"What is all this?" Jane had walked in, hand in Maura's.
"We're just...discussing matters," Christopher had offered an answered first.
"Matters?" Maura had smiled, unsure of the crowd before her but held tighter onto Jane's hand.
"We just came by to the oh so secret meeting to say, we're getting married in two days. We had proposed to each other a year ago and, we put it off for a little bit when we had a fight but we've been duping you lot since. It worked then," Jane had smiled with her rolled eyes, "We're off now, and I'm driving."
Maura had blushed and had smiled with tears in her eyes, "Thank you, for the concern for our love lives."
Or that had been the plan anyway.
As recorded by,
A terribly bored and thought she could have done better (but she's now too lazy), Rizzler;
And Jane and Maura lived happily ever after - Rizzles! Everyone had cheered.
A/N: Hi there, thank you, for the time~
This was written for, 'Proposals' week and, here's the a/n that came with it: We're among friends are we not (I consider this to be a fandom family) and so here's me goofing (not really or entirely) off. Thanks for the time, if you read it all - but why would you have...hahaha. I know there's some timeline discrepancies (events wise...) but, what am I, if not a shoddy writer at this period of time.
Alright, and...thank you for the time=)