So, and another chapter. I hope you like it as well.
Enjoy.
T73.
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The next morning, Jane is sitting with a grime face at the kitchen island and studies her notes while she's chewing on her scrambled eggs.
Maura isn't quite sure when she gave up to talk to her wife and refills their mugs with coffee. After they came home last night and had their last drink, they were about to go up to their bedroom as they heard … sounds coming from Liz' room.
She had to push the Italian to the second floor, otherwise Jane would've barged into their daughter's room and she knows how that would had end up.
It doesn't mean that she is happy about the events of last night, but she knows that she can't change it anyway.
She hears the Italian huffing again and rolls her eyes. "Jane …"
"I can't believe that you are reacting so calm, Maura." Jane snarls and looks up from her notes.
Maura leans with her hip against the counter and sighs loudly. "Jane, it wouldn't change anything if I throw a fuss now. Am I happy that we had to hear it last night? Absolutely not. Do I have to accept that our daughter is an adult woman? I don't have another choice."
Jane is about to reply something snappy as the younger Rizzoli enters the kitchen in a white tank top and sweats. She arches an eyebrow and watches her daughter taking a apple from the bowl. "How did you … sleep?"
The doctor rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
Liz takes a bite from the apple and nods slowly. "Great, thanks."
"I bet you did." Jane grumbles and shoves a fork full of eggs into her mouth. "What did you do last night?"
Maura is warning the Italian with her eyes, but still doesn't interfere.
Liz looks long at the older woman and furls skeptically her eyebrows. "Um, I studied for my night classes."
"Uh-huh. I didn't see any of your books in the living room."
"Upstairs," the younger woman replies and smiles innocently. "I studied upstairs in my room. How was your dinner? I didn't hear you coming home."
"It was nice." Maura preempt her wife and doesn't flinch as Jane glares at her. "We had a good time."
Liz nods and pours herself a cup of coffee. "Good for you."
Jane straightens up as she feels a fourth presence in the room, but doesn't turn around. "Stop sneaking around in my house, Hanley."
Liz is choking on her coffee and she blushes violently.
Maura gasps and scowls at her wife as Hanley stops dead I his track.
Jane lowers her eyebrows and glares at their daughter before she turns to the young man, who is wearing a blue shirt and jeans and holds a gym bag in his hand.
The doctor clears her throat and forces herself to smile politely at him. "Detective Hanley, would you like a cup of coffee?"
Hanley looks a little overwhelmed at the ME and frowns as Liz already takes another mug out of the hanging cupboard. He has hoped that Liz could distract her parents long enough so he can sneak out of the house. Idiot, he thinks to himself. He puts his bag down and swallows hard. Yeah, you are not scared of Jane Rizzoli. Idiot and lair. "Um, yeah, sure."
Jane snorts and gets up from her chair, slightly grinning as she sees him hesitating. She walks over to her daughter and furrows her brows. "Good morning, by the way."
The young woman doesn't look at her and licks her lips as she pours Hanley a cup of coffee and mumbles, "Morning."
Maura rolls her eyes once more and takes a deep breath. "So, how is the case going?"
Jane continues to stare at the male intruder and her facial muscles are twitching. "Slow. We have to find Harry Bishop. If we get him, we probably have our murder."
Hanley is thanking Liz as she hands him the mug and frowns. "Don't you think that it would be too easy?"
"Do you want it to be complicated?" Jane growls low and flinches as she feels an pinch in her side.
"Behave," Maura admonishes her wife and raises her eyebrows as the taller woman blinks a couple of times. She looks back at the young man. "I can offer you at least a toast with cream cheese."
He takes a swig of the coffee and shakes his head. "I don't want to put you out, Dr. Isles."
Liz takes a bite of her almost forgotten apple. "Are you hungry?" She asks and knows the answer already because they hadn't had dinner.
He frowns and shrugs as he looks at her. "Uh -"
She grabs an banana from the fruit bowl and holds it under his nose. "There you go."
Jane watches the scenery and has a laughing fit as he stares blankly at her daughter.
Maura has to use all her willpower so she doesn't start to laugh too, and presses her lips together.
He blinks a couple of times and scoffs humorlessly. "I am not a monkey, Liz."
"Yes, you are." She replies and walks around the kitchen island, patting his back like he is just her buddy who picks her up for work.
"That is your influence." Maura whispers and she can't help the amused laugh that escapes from her throat.
"Can I take a picture of his face," Jane still laughs and Liz joins her as she sits down next to him. "I'm going up and get ready for work." She says and starts to walk while laughing. "Hanley, you are so screwed."
Maura chuckles herself and is about to follow the Italian. "I get ready as well. No sex while we're gone."
"Don't worry, Mom." Liz says and waves her hand. "We already christened the kitchen island." She says and Hanley chokes on his coffee. She laughs amused as she sees the shocked face of her mother. "It was just a joke, Mom."
Maura nods slowly and isn't quite sure if she should believe her daughter. "Uh-huh." She says skeptically and starts to head upstairs.
"Are you out of your mind?" Hanley hisses and looks scandalized at Liz. "Why are you saying that?"
"What," she asks with a sly smile and shrugs. "I didn't say that we christened this kitchen island, did I? She doesn't need to know that I was talking about yours."
"Jesus," he groans and buries his face in his hands.
Liz chuckles and grabs him at the collar of his shirt, pulling him towards her. "Stop worrying, Hanley." She whispers before she closes the last gap of their lips.
Meanwhile, Maura is checking her appearance for the last time in the mirror and frowns a little. "I like Detective Hanley, he seems to be a good man."
"I don't know," Jane mumbles as she places her badge on her belt. "You and I know that there are enough frauds with dollar signs in their eyes out there in Boston. And I don't think that there are many people who don't know that the Isles family is loaded."
Maura turns to her wife and frowns deeply. "You think that he is after her money?"
"He is a blue-collar cop." The Italian replies with a shrug.
Maura is about to say something, but then she stops herself and narrows her eyes. "So are you."
Jane stops dead and blinks a couple of times as she realizes her mistake. "That is very true, yes. But I don't use you as my bankroller, alright? I mean, one out of four of this house is owned by me."
Maura smiles broadly and walks over to her wife. She runs her hands over the taller woman's shoulders and takes a deep breath. "Elizabeth is a smart, young woman. And if he really is with her just because of money, she'll find out, Jane."
Jane's shoulders are slumping and she heaves a sigh. "If he hurts her, I'll shoot him myself."
Maura rolls her eyes and chuckles. "Let's go to work."
The Sergeant snorts and nods with pursed lips.
"My bad," the doctor states and kisses her wife. "Let's go. And behave like a grown-up."
"Fine," Jane says and grabs her jacket from the bed. "But I am not starting to plan my daughter's wedding."
"God, Jane." Maura whispers and opens the bedroom door. "Sometimes you are worse than a cranky toddler."
Jane smiles broadly and follows the blonde.
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The Italian is standing at the board and studies the facts, which are not much. She chewing on the inside of her cheek and makes a face as she tastes blood. Her gut is telling her that they are missing something.
She turns around and nods at Hanley. "Hey, kid."
He straightens up and furls his eyebrows. "Could you please stop calling me that?"
Frankie's head snaps up and he looks at Hanley like he is drawing his last breath.
Jane turns the corners of her mouth downward and shrugs. "Sure. Hey, rugrat."
Hanley groans and Frankie chuckles amused.
"What did DCU say about the George smack?"
Hanley takes a deep breath and leans back in his chair. "That it is high quality and that Harry Bishop tipped them off. There has to be a Uruguayan gang in North End that is dealing with it. They are already observing the drug house."
"You think that Harry Bishop should have been killed because he dropped a dime on them, and Colin Mayer was mistaken with him?" Frankie asks and furls brows.
Jane nods slowly and starts to wring her hand. "Make sense, right? I mean, they do look familiar. And it was dark too when Colin Mayer got the lethal shot. Did officers check his place."
Frankie is nodding and gets up to his feet. "Yeah, but no one was there."
"Maybe he just was sitting tight and wait." Jane replies and gets her keys out of the top drawer. "Let's see what happens if we are knock today. Let's go."
The two men takes a deep breath and follows her hot on the heels.
The Italian almost bumps into her own daughter and looks at her and Leslie. "Hey, uh, the two of you are free?"
Liz and Leslie are exchanging a look and she nods. "Yeah, what do you need?"
The Sergeant starts to walk again and pushes the button of the elevator with her thumb. "We're gonna pay our best shot a visit, you're gonna be our backup."
Liz is smiling broadly and looks at her friend with an arched eyebrows. "Isn't that bad to be friends with Jane Rizzoli's daughter, huh?"
"It does have advantages sometimes." Leslie replies with a smirk.
Liz chuckles and bumps her shoulder into Leslie's.
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The three detectives and two officers are standing in front of an filthy door and Jane wants to put on gloves before she knocks on it. She makes a face and raises her fist.
Frankie is the one who knocks instead and frowns. "Chicken," he whispers amused.
"Shut up ," she hisses.
Frankie snickers and knocks again when nothing happens. "Harry Bishop, open the door. Boston Police."
"Yeah, yeah , yeah." Comes a muffled voice from behind the door before it gets open. A short man with a bald head is looking at them. "What do you want?"
"Boston Homicide." Jane says firmly and furls her brows. "We would like to ask you some questions about Colin Mayer."
He blinks against the pale light in the living room and runs his tongue over his yellow teeth. "Can I grab a shirt?"
"Sure, we'll wait -" Jane states but doesn't have to finish her sentence because the door got slammed shut. "Kid." She orders.
"Step to the side," Hanley demands before he kicks the door in easily. "He's taking the fire escape." He yells as he watches Bishop crawling out of the window.
Before the eldest Rizzoli knows what is happening her daughter is running off towards the stairway, and Leslie is following her.
Jane groans and sees no other chance to do the same. "What the hell." She breathes and takes two steps at a time. She is pretty sure that she won't survive the day if something is happening to Liz, her wife already freaked out as Liz had broken her finger during an operation with her.
She steps onto the sidewalk again and runs into the next alley. Her heart drops as she passes a dumpster and has drawn her gun in no time as she sees that Bishop has Liz in a headlock, holding a bowie knife to her throat. "Drop that knife, Harry!" She growls dangerously and steps closer.
"Forget it!" He snarls and his breath make Liz sick.
She makes a face as he presses the blade tighter to her throat and her heart is beating like crazy.
Jane can feel the presence of her brother beside her and is grateful for that. She can see Hanley sneaking up with a drawn gun and is even grateful for that.
"Shit," Leslie hisses and points her gun at the short man.
Jane raises her brows and shakes her head. "It's over, Harry. No one needs to get hurt."
"You are cops?" Bishop barks. "My ass!"
Jane can see that her daughter is up to do something stupid and shakes her head again. "Don't!"
Liz nods slightly, but then she flinches as a shot is ringing in the alley and Bishop is howling in pain. She takes a step away and looks down at the man in pain. She spots the entrance wound in his right shoulder and looks confused at her uncle.
Frankie is lowers his gun and shrugs. "You're welcome."
Jane glances at him and punch his shoulder. "Good job, bro."
"Thanks." He replies.
Hanley forces Bishop up to his feet and cuffs him, not caring about the complains.
Jane walks to her daughter and frowns. "You okay?"
The younger woman nods. "Yes."
"What happened?"
"I don't know. Leslie and I split up as we were downstairs and I ran into this alley. And before I knew it he held a knife to my throat."
Jane takes relieved a deep breath and starts to laugh. "You're mother is going to kill me."
Liz looks long at her Ma and then she nods laughing. "Yes."
"You sure you okay? you're bleeding a little."
"Really, it's nothing, Ma."
"Okay. I'll check on Bishop."
Liz nods and closes her eyes for a moment. She opens them again and frowns as Hanley comes up to her.
"Let me see," he demands.
"Who are you?" She snaps. "My mother?"
He isn't really impressed and stands close to her. "No, but I am the one who cares for you. Let me see." He says and tilts carefully her head to the side.
She rolls her eyes and furrows her brows. "Are you going to nurse me now?"
"If you let me," he murmurs and examines the small cut.
She starts to chuckle and her eyes find his blue ones. "I thought I am the woman in whatever we are having."
He smiles and runs his thumb along her chin. "Does that mean that I have to play macho?"
"Some times," she replies with a grin and hums as his lips find hers.
"Doesn't look like you need stitches." He states as he pulls away.
Liz is grinning and licks her lips. "Good to know, Evelyn."
He lower his eyebrows and starts to laugh with the sassy woman.
Jane is watching the interacting between her daughter and Hanley, well, watching until he is kissing Liz. She turns away and something deep inside her is telling her that the young man is really caring about her only daughter. And that he is a good person, she could see it in his eyes when Bishop held the knife to Liz' throat.
Frankie steps to her side and looks into the distance. "Looks like Hanley really likes Lizzy."
She nods. "Yeah."
"And you're okay with that?" He asks skeptically.
Jane takes a second and smiles as no nagging voice in her head is yelling at her. "Yeah."
Frankie looks surprised at his sister and follows her. "You sure."
Jane chuckles amused but don't look at him. "Yeah."
"You sure that you didn't hit your head, Jane?"
"Would you stop it?"
Frankie stares at the back of her head and shakes his head with a broad smile.