Author's Note:: This fic will be a Tommy Rizzoli/Maura fic. Originally, I had intended for it to be an OC, but I don't really like OC. That, and Maura makes much more sense for this one than any random character.
Set waaaaay before Maura begins working with Boston P.D, so she doesn't know the Rizzoli's already.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Rights belong to Tess Gerritsen, Janet Tamaro and TNT.
"Tommy, it's fine, you know. Your sister will need some time to adjust to this news." Maura smiled to Tommy as they removed the pillows from her bed. She looked to him before looking to the expensive Moroccan silk pillow she was holding in her hand, fingering the seam and the mirrors on the fabric, "You know, I would have loved to have grown up with a sibling...preferably older."
Tommy smiled and moved around the bed to Maura's side, taking the pillow from her and making her look up at him, "Hey, be grateful you didn't grow up with a sibling!" he chuckled and leaned in to kiss her.
"No, I was alone a lot of the time, the other kids made fun of me..." Maura sighed slightly before blinking a little and smiling gently to Tommy again, "We can talk more in the morning, we should get some sleep if we're visiting my parents tomorrow." she peeled back the covers and smiled to Tommy, sliding herself under the sheets, "You're going to need it..." she told him and nodded.
"If you say so..." Tommy chuckled and joined Maura in the bed, cuddling to her.
The next morning, Tommy woke with a start as Maura shook him awake, already dressed and smiling down to him, "Tommy, you need to get ready. We're visiting my parents today, remember?" she looked to him softly.
"Oh, yeah..." Tommy groaned a little and sighed, rolling over.
"Tommy, come on!" Maura shook him again, "There's a fresh pot of coffee in the kitchen."
Again, Tommy groaned but finally rolled himself out of bed when Maura picked up one of the pillows that had fallen onto the floor and she threw it at him, hitting him square in the face. Apparently, she had a really good aim. Or a really bad aim. But, he joined Maura in the kitchen and drained a mug of coffee before stalking off to take a shower, not before he suggested something to Maura though, "It's a shame you're already dressed, we could'a saved water and showered together." he winked and tapped her behind, before leaving the kitchen.
It didn't take them long to leave the house and begin their hour long journey to get to Maura's parents' house over on Beacon Hill. She swallowed as she punched in the address to the satellite navigation system perched upon the dashboard, for Tommy to follow to make sure they got there in adequate timing. As he started the car and looked over to her, he noticed she was looking very anxious.
"Hey, everything okay?" he asked her, taking her hand.
"I'm just worried, my mother is really judgemental." Maura told him, "Nothing like your family. They don't have arguements over which meats are to be served during dinner, or if the dog is allowed in the bedrooms..." she sighed, "They're upper class, Tommy. I just want to prepare you for that..."
He looked down softly and nodded, thinking he understood what Maura was saying. He was not her kind of people. He was poor and she was not. He looked to her then and swallowed, "They won't like me, will they?"
"How can you say that?" she frowned a little and tilted her head.
"Because I can't afford to buy us a big house out in The Hamptons or, I don't even have a job." Tommy shrugged, "They obviously want the best for you..." he told her his observation and sighed then.
"Tommy, that doesn't matter to me, though."
"It doesn't?" he glanced to her, perking up slightly.
"Not at all." Maura responded, "I fell in love with you, with your spirit while we were out in Thailand, I didn't care that you couldn't afford a big house, or even an apartment. You were so free and you made me feel that too." she smiled to him then, "Thank you, Thomas Rizzoli." she smirked a little before allowing herself to lean in and kiss him.
As she pulled back, Tommy made a face, "You're welcome, just don't call me Thomas..." he chuckled.
"I'm sorry..." she giggled a little and flushed, leaning back in her chair now.
"Okay, lets get going, huh?" he asked her, before turning on the freeway, "I wouldn't want to make us late because I've had to jump your bones in your car..." he smirked, glancing briefly to Maura just to see her reaction to his statement.
"Just drive..." she chuckled a little and watched him.
Looking to Tommy, Maura considered how lucky she was to have him. Sure, he was a convicted felon who had now spent his sentence in prison, but he was protective of her, he would care for her, unlike other men she'd had in her life. Maura smiled as she focused upon Tommy's muscles while he gripped the wheel, driving them over to Beacon Hill, she sighed contently and leaned back against the headrest, "I can't wait to become your wife, Tommy. Mr and Mrs. Tommy Rizzoli." she smiled to herself, slowly drifting off for the journey over to her parents' house.