Wedding Day - Morning

They haven't seen each other for almost twelve hours. Despite every argument Jane came up with as to why they should spend the night together and not conform to traditional pre-requisites, Maura insisted that they should do what they could to maintain the more ritualistic aspects of their nuptials.

Jane was smart enough not to voice her opinion that they should just run off and elope. She was genuinely concerned that Maura would kill her if she even attempted to put that plan into action, but she couldn't help her growing fear that something bad was going to go down today.

Maybe there was a different plan, though. Jane rolled herself out of bed and padded to the small kitchenette by the motel room door. She looked at her cell phone briefly before deciding that coffee was a priority.

Once she'd wrangled herself a cup of instant and settled onto the lumpy couch, she picked up her phone and dialled a brand new number.

"Hello, this is Constance Isles. Speaking?" The cool voice answered, seemingly unperturbed.

"Good morning, Mrs. Isles, this is Jane. Jane Rizzoli," she paused, suddenly unsure of how to word her thoughts.

"Yes, Ms. Rizzoli, what can I do for you?" The epitome of politeness.

Jane took a deep breath. "It's not what you can do for me, as it is what you can do for your daughter. I noticed that you and your husband haven't responded to the invitation we sent you, but I sincerely hope you'll still be able to join us this evening."

There was a long moment of silence. "Unfortunately, Ms. Rizzoli, I don't think that is something we'll be able to work into our schedules."

Jane blinked, her mouth dropping open in astonishment. "Your only child is getting married and you can't be bothered to witness such a milestone in her life?"

A barely audible sigh echoed through the receiver. "As you recall from our meeting a few days ago, I gave my blessing for you to marry her, care for her, and love her. I did not, however, agree to having to witness it. It is not the choice I would have wished Maura to make, nor is it something I myself particularly condone. Now if you'll excuse me, I've made my decision."

The call ended with a tiny click, signalling that the matriarch had, in fact, hung up on Jane. It was probably for the best, considering the very explosive ball of fury igniting itself within Jane's gut. Scowling, she selected a different number from her phone and waited to be connected.

"Jonathan Isles," a calm and confident voice answered.

"Hello, Mr. Isles, my name's Jane Rizzoli, I don't know it you've heard about me..." She trailed off, not knowing how much information Maura's father was privy to.

"Ah, yes, Jane. Maura's told me so much about you. Is there something I can help you with?" His tone was not cold, on the contrary it was almost inviting; a startling contrast to his wife's mere moments earlier.

"Actually, sir, there is. You see, I've just been on the phone with your wife and she's told me that you aren't attending your daughter's wedding. I wanted to know if-"

"Daughter's wedding?" Jonathan asked, sounding fully surprised and bewildered.

Oh shit, Jane thought. "Um, yes sir. Maura's getting married today. She did send you and Constance an invite, although Constance has declined the invitation on both of your behalves. I just want to see if I could possibly change your mind about that."

Silence.

"Mr. Isles? Are you alright?"

"I – no, I'm not. Did you say Maura's getting married?" Jane could hear a flurry of activity in the background.

"Yes I did. Today in Boston, three o'clock local time."

"Who's she marrying?" Jonathan questioned as he signalled for the butler. Leaning away from the phone, but not far enough as to ensure Jane couldn't overhear, he asked for the jet to be readied within the hour for a speedy flight to Boston.

"Um," Jane rubbed the back of her neck. "Me, sir."

The chuckles emanating from the speaker of her phone almost made her jump out of her skin. "Ah yes, I should've figured that out, really, the way she goes on about you." He stopped suddenly. "I'm sorry, did you say Constance has refused?"

Jane nodded before realising he wouldn't be able to see the action. "Yes, sir. She gave us her blessing, but she doesn't want to be a part of it in any way; doesn't want to acknowledge it exists outside of our little bubble of Boston."

He made a noise of disapproval in the back of his throat. "Well, we'll see about that... Does that mean Maura doesn't think we'll be there?" The concern in his voice was touching.

"I think so. She doesn't like to let herself hope for things she deems statistically improbable," Jane replied.

"Detective, you have my word that her mother and I will be there for the ceremony. I will walk my little girl down the aisle."

Jane beamed. "Thank you very much, Mr. Isles."

"Please." Jonathan insisted, "Call me Jonathan."