Author's note: thank you very much for all the reviews!

Chapter Twelve: How To Keep Amy At Bay

"Hey, Giova-..." Jane stopped right in her tracks and blinked - completely taken aback - as she made it to the young man's garage. "I see you have company."

Amy was sitting on top of a car fender, nonchalantly smoking while her crossed legs revealed most of her right thigh. The socialite smiled at the brunette and winked. She seemed to be in her element as weird as it sounded. She probably had never visited a mechanic in her entire life. If she had just learned how to drive at some point.

"How was this spa, Jane?" Maura's cousin jumped off the Volvo she had previously settled on and - seductively, knowing that Giovanni was looking at her - approached the detective. "You are glowing." She turned around and smiled at the old family's friend. "Isn't she, Giovanni?"

The mechanic nodded enthusiastically and ran a hand through his hair.

"Oh yeah. She's kinda hot."

Jane rolled her eyes but – too shocked to lose her nerves – she simply walked to her car and cast a glance inside. You missed it, Rizzoli, didn't you? Come on, admit it. It's okay. No worries. She had just left the police car at the BPD – then waited for Maura to pick her up – before driving together to Giovanni's.

"Are you done with it?"

The young man nodded and approached the car before gently tapping on the fender. Yet he only had eyes for Amy who was sneaking around the garage; not caring much about the danger of smoking in such a place.

"Yeah, the baby's back on tracks. Ya can take it back home."

Relief.

Jane smiled brightly and watched how Maura stepped inside the garage. The honey blonde had been looking for a parking spot in the crowded street. Not the best time to drive in the area; the traffic was dense.

Just like the Italian a minute before, the medical examienr stopped as she noticed her cousin in the building and squinted her eyes at her. Jane held back a chuckle. Maura looked suddenly livid.

"Awesome. How much is it?"

The grin on Giovanni's face went on Jane's nerves. Jealousy mode: activated. She didn't appreciate much the way he literally oggled at Maura even if he did that with pretty much any woman. It might have been a complete failure, they both still had somehow gone on a date together and that was enough for Jane to shudder.

But the mechanic focused back on the brunette – made a face – and shook his head before sweeping it all away with a gesture of the hand.

"Nah. It's on me. Consider it as your wedding's present, 'kay? I didn't know what to get ya anyway."

Baffled, Jane cast a glance at Maura who had finally made it to her and frowned at Giovanni. There must have been a lot of things to repair on her car. It had cost a lot to the point that she had wondered if it weren't more interesting to simply buy a new one.

She frowned.

"Are you serious?"

The young man nodded and winked before his attention got caught again by Amy who had finally decided to join the little group. The socialite passed a hand on his arm - not so casually - to caress it.

"I have been observing him for the past hour and I can tell you that he is an excellent mechanic. I am sure that your car is going to work wonderfully from now on. Not surprising with all these very well shaped muscles... And the cute smile."

Jane made a face, which sharply contrasted with Giovanni's grin. Witnessing Amy flirt with him had never been on her bucket list. She cast a brief glance at Maura. The medical examiner looked on the verge of passing out. Somewhat, this reassured Jane. She knew that her lover had drawn a line under him once and for all.

"Well... Then I think it's time to go. Don't you think so, Amy?" Insisting on her cousin's name, the blonde shot her a death glare before pushing her towards Jane's car; not that she didn't want to talk about all this with the British woman but it turned out that the Subaru was closer and thus safer to take a well needed distance with Giovanni.

The mechanic pouted. Obviously, he hadn't planned this at all. As disappointment embraced his face he turned to Amy and forced a smile.

"Don't ya wanna go for a drink at a bar, beauty?"

Jane repressed a moan. They didn't have time for that. It was almost 6pm and they still had to make it back home to prepare their trip to Harvard on the very next day. Besides, she wanted to check all the dishes both families had prepared. She still hadn't got over the sweet gesture. It was touching.

She sighed.

"C'mon, Amy. Your whiskey's waiting by the fireplace at Maura's. Thanks again, Giovanni, and see you soon!"

The mechanic looked – disarmed – how Amy was forced into the car before Jane started the engine and drove off as Maura walked away from the garage. He blinked, ran a hand through his hair.

"And damn!"

...

As they passed the door of the Beacon Hill house, Maura grabbed her cousin by the sleeve forcing her thus to stop before stepping into the living-room where a dozen of people had sat down by the fireplace.

"How did you get Giovanni's garage address? I already told you that he was a lost cause. Believe me... Don't try anything with him. You will regret it."

The socialite rolled her eyes but the smirk that began to play on her lips didn't reassure Maura the slightest bit.

"I am sure that I would manage to make him forget about his licking antics. It didn't work for you because you were obviously and already in love with Jane. Anyway, you have always been more into women."

Maura gasped and shook her head vehemently. She took her coat off and hung it by the door before casting a last glance at the guests. She hissed at her cousin.

"This is not true! I have actually dated more men than women!"

"Is that supposed to reassure me?" Jane joined in but laughed away her very own question before planting a kiss on her partner's cheek. "She's right, Amy. Giovanni's a nice guy but he's also a total freak. I mean, you should have seen how Maura was when she stormed in at the BPD after her failed date."

Although when she turned around and walked into the living-room, Jane regretted to have made such remark about Maura's exes because the person who suddenly stood up from the couch was certainly one who belonged to her very own romantic past.

She swallowed hard and cast a panicked glance at her mother who simply shrugged away any kind of responsibility from all of this.

"Casey?"

A hand slid on her waist to hold her tight. She straightened up and tried to avoid Maura's gaze yet knowing that the honey blonde had suddenly turned very territorial. It wasn't justified, though. As the man smiled at her, Jane didn't feel anything for him at all. He belonged to the past and would always do.

She knew it.

"Hey... I'm in Boston for a few days and decided to stop by to congratulate the two of you. My dad told me about your wedding. It's on Saturday, right?"

Jane nodded. She felt a bit uncomfortable. Everyone was staring at the three of them as if certain of an imminent love triangle fight. It wasn't that she minded Casey's unexpected visit but it lacked the required intimacy for that.

The context was a very strange one.

"Thank you...?"

"This is really nice of you, Casey. How are you doing?" Maura's self-assured voice rose in the air with an incredible politeness that matched her smile. "When have you arrived in Boston?"

Jane blinked, unable to articulate more than three words in a row. Good thing that the scientist had no problem whatsoever to hold a semblance of conversation in spite of the awkwardness of such a moment.

"On Monday. I am actually coming back to the USA but making my way to the West Coast. I got a job position there, in San Diego."

Maura nodded, obviously more delighted than she should be. It was a stupid reaction but she could not help it. He had hurt Jane – a lot – and if only for that then she could never properly forgive him.

"Why since nobody seems eager to make introductions, here I go. I am Amy, Maura's cousin. Nice to meet you." The socialite stepped in and held out her hand to Casey who politely shook it.

"Hi."

Amy's grin lit up her graceful features – made her eyes shine like diamonds – and in all discretion she turned back to Jane and Maura to whisper to them.

"He is hot!"

Jane remained silent for long seconds – trying to handle the remark as she could – but finally gave in and turned around to address their relatives way too enthusiastically.

"Who wants a whiskey?"

After all, she surely needed one to forget about Amy's so-called American crushes.