Jane stands in front of the class board like she is standing in front of her class and crosses her arms over her chest. "The cause of death is the cut throat, and Pauline wasn't long enough in the burning car. And Pauline Gordon didn't work for the same company like Colin Mayer. The only thing that connects the two is the fact that they are cabbies."

"Sounds like someone is pretty passed of them." Frankie says as he walks to his desk with a mug in his hand. "I mean, killing someone with an drug overdose is impersonal, but cutting someone's throat -"

"You are right." Jane agrees and turns her head to the entrance as she hears familiar clicking of heels and holds out her hand as Maura enters the bullpen with a file in her hand. She furls her eyebrows when her wife ignores her and walks towards their daughter. "Okay."

Liz licks her lips and opens the file with hesitance. She frowns and walks to her boyfriend, handing him the said file.

He stares at it before he opens it carefully, reading the content. He sighs loudly and leans back in his chair.

Jane watches them and furls her eyebrows skeptically. "Do I wanna know what this is about?" She whispers to her wife and tenses up a little. "Dr. Isles, was Pauline Gordon drugged."

Maura shakes her head and furrows her eyebrows. "No, the tax screen showed that she didn't take any drugs at all, but she had a acute liver failure and her blood alcohol was very high."

"She was a drinker," Liz asks surprised and frowns as the doctor nods.

"That's ironic." Hanley says and looks at all of them. "I mean, she was waiting for drunken fares and was drunk herself."

"But that also would explain why she could get overwhelmed so easily." Liz throw in and looks down on him with an challenging smile.

"That's it," Frankie says and gets up to his feet. "I go to the Lieutenant and tell him that I'll quit, retire, whatever you want it to call."

"Frankie," Jane laughs amused with her wife as she sees Liz shocked face. "don't be such a drama queen."

"What? You see it yourself, these kids don't need us anymore."

Liz rolls her eyes and laughs amused, and Hanley drops his chin to his chest with a smile.

Jane shakes her head and takes her head. "Okay, let's get serious again."

"I have a thought." Liz says and leans forward so she can type on Hanley's keyboard.

Jane glances at the ME and arches an eyebrow.

"Yap," the younger Rizzoli says and straightens up again. "Pauline Gordon does have a record for DWI."

Frankie rolls his eyes and smirks.

"She had a thought," Jane is scoffing and Maura smiles proudly.

Liz ignores that and points at the two victims. "Colin Mayer probably got killed because he was mistaken with the long-term user Harry Bishop, and Pauline was a alcoholic."

"You're talking about a vendetta?" Maura asks and crosses her arms over her chest.

Liz is nodding approvingly and shrugs. "Sounds reasonable, right?"

Jane is blinking a couple of times and stares blankly at her brother. "I am coming with you, Frankie."

Maura huffs and swats her wife's arm and their daughter laughs.

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Maura is laying down in their bed and turns to her wife. "Our daughter is pretty smart."

"And pretty pregnant." Jane grumbles and make a pouty face.

"What?" Maura asks with a smile.

The Italian turns her head and furrows her eyebrows. "She is pregnant, isn't she? That is what you told her with the folder."

Maura smiles softly and traces Jane's face with her fingertips. "No, honey. That's not what the file said." She takes a deep breath and is grateful for every second that shed can spend with the woman she loves. "Liz came to me and asked me to check hers and Will's DNA for familiar markers, because she had told him that she loves him."

"So, she's pregnant and in love?"

"Don't play dump." Maura warns.

Jane chuckles and kisses the blonde long and gentle. "I really would love to rip your nightie off your body, but I really should slow down now."

Maura's expression changes from amused to worried. "You're not feeling well?"

Jane rolls her eyes. "Just exhausted, it's been a long day."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Don't lie to me."

"I don't." The Italian replies and takes a deep breath. "We really should have bought a house with a guest house instead of a pool."

The doctor chuckles amused and closes her eyes for a second. "So you could have Liz bunked in there?"

"Mm-hm," Jane hums approvingly with a smile.

Maura is searching brown eyes and nods slowly, smiling a little. "Let's go to sleep."

Jane smirks and turns off her bedside lamp, spooning Maura from behind.

The doctor lifts her head a little. "Good night, Jane."

"Night," the Italian whispers and kisses her wife's shoulder.

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"I just want to go to bed and sleep until weekend." Liz says as she emerges from Hanley's bathroom and towels her hair down. She blows up her cheeks and smiles as he slides an already open bottle of beer over his kitchen island. "Well, thank you, but that's not my favorite drink."

He smirks broadly and sips his own beer. "I don't mix Tequila Sunrise the way you like."

"Strong," she groans and rolls her head in her neck.

"Your back hurt?"

"I am for over forty-eight hours, so yes." She replies and takes a swig of the beer. She furls her eyebrows and takes a look at the label. "That's Blue Moon."

"So?"

"That's Ma's favorite. She's gonna love you for that."

He clears his throat and sighs. "Speaking of mothers."

"Uh-oh."

"You think that the DNA test was right?"

"You'd said that you don't wanna be romantically involved with a family member, and now you are disappointed that we are not related?" She asks and frowns.

He grabs her at her hips and looks up as she steps between his legs. "I am pretty happy about the fact that we don't have to call it off. My mother is coming to Boston for the weekend. I want you to meet her."

Liz is frowning deeply. "Where are you coming from?"

"Denver."

"Don't tell my family that" She chuckles and kisses him gently. "I would like to meet your Mom."

"Yeah," he asks and raises his eyebrows.

Liz nods approvingly and places her hands on her shoulder. "I haven't had planned anything for the weekend anyway."

Hanley nods slowly and frowns deeply.

Liz tilts her head slightly to the side. "What?"

He smiles wryly and shakes his head. "Nothing, it wasn't important."

"That was not It's-not-important face, it was your I-am-about-to-make-a-big-decision face."

He laughs amused and gets up to his feet. "Maybe I am, but not tonight. Now, I just wanna watch a little TV."

Liz doesn't move and starts to tug on the neck of his shirt and licks. "If this decision involves me, wait a little longer until you tell me. I mean, a lot of things happened the last couple of days and I could need a little break."

He nods slowly and furrows her eyebrows. "I will give you that break." He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear as he sees her concerned eyes. "Don't worry, I am not going to ask you if you wanna marry me."

She releases a sigh of relief and worries her bottom lip. "Okay."

"You look a little disappointed."

"No, that's my look of relief."

"Oh, thank you." He replies as she walks away from him. "Is that such a absurd thought?"

Liz freezes as she hears the hurt in Hanley's voice and is twisting around, confusion obvious in her face. "What?"

"A future with me," he answers and shrugs. "I mean, right now you looked at me like you are about to throw up."

"Is that your idea of giving me a little break," she asks snappy and furls her eyebrows. "You kinda forced me to go on a date with, you made me facing my feelings for you, my best friend broke up with her boyfriend and got and got harassed by him, my Ma almost died and all of a sudden you were talking about having kids with me. And all of that happened within one single week. That's a little much, isn't it? Have I forgotten something?" She says and is tapping her chin with her index finger. "Oh, right. Now, we're talking about marriage. Thank you very much for giving me a breather."

He blinks a couple of times and looks in disbelief at the brunette. " I forced you to go on a date with me? The only thing I did was going to the locker room and ask you for one, real date. And that you maybe give us a chance. You said yes."

"Would you respected it if I had said no?"

"Of course."

"I doubt that," she laughs humorlessly and runs an hand through her hair. "You didn't even respect it when I told that we can not have sex anymore because you are working for Ma. The next day, you invaded my personal space and -"

"And what?" He asks a little louder and his face is unreadable. "You was the one that your mothers go out that night and asked me if I would come by."

Liz is swallowing hard and licks her lips. "When I tell you Don't push me, you push. When I tell you Give me time to breath, you start to talk about children and marriage."

He laughs and straightens up. "So I am the prick in this? I am the idiot who is forcing a normal life on you?" He asks and his eyebrows are shooting up high as she crosses her arms over her chest. "I know what you are doing. You do it every time when thing get too real, too serious."

Liz is looking dead serious at him and she wants to punch him in the face. Dare it to say and I'll bite your head off.

"You push me away." Hanley states and the younger woman growls. "You pushed me away after I saw you crying the day you Ma had a heart attack, you took Giambetti's graveyard shift to avoid me because I saw you vulnerable. And now you are pushing me away because last night when we were together, you allowed yourself to feel your feelings. You let your guard down again, and now you are pushing me away again. Because you are afraid. Because the great Elizabeth Rizzoli-Isles does not have any weaknesses. No, she is tough, she is smart, she is beautiful, stubborn like a mule and she doesn't need anyone beside her family."

Liz snorts and grabs her jacket from the back of the chair, slips into her sneakers and gets her keys from the kitchen island. "I don't have to listen to this."

"And now you are running, Liz. " He says and raises his shoulders. "Because it is the easiest way out of this."

"Don't you dare pretending that you know me at all. And don't you dare talking about my family," she barks loudly as she looks back at him, but he doesn't flinch. "Just because you know a couple things it doesn't mean that you know me at all, William."

"Yeah," He snorts. "tell that yourself, that makes it easier. If you leave this apartment now, we are done."

"So it be, then." Liz bites back before she leaves his apartment and slams the door shut.

Hanley closes his eyes and runs an hand through his hair before he hurries after her. "Fuck," he grumbles and opens the door to see that the brunette is already at the stairway. "Liz! Elizabeth!"

Liz hears him calling her name, but she decides to ignore him. He told her that they are no longer a couple if she leaves and she is just as stubborn as Jane when it comes to things like that, even though it from else like someone is cutting her heart out with a butter knife.

She unlocks her black Jeep as soon as she emerges from the building and throws her belongings on the passenger's seat. She closes her eyes as she sits down behind the steering wheel and tries to control her raging breath.

Liz has hopped that she would feel relieved when she leaves Hanley's apartment, but instead she is feeling nothing but pain in her heart.

A sob escapes from her throat and she starts the engine as Hanley calls her name once again and is driving off without looking in the rearview mirror.

Hanley is only a view yards away when she drives away and his shoulders are slumping. "Damn it!" He yells into the night.

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The next morning, Jane enters the kitchen and freezes as she sees her daughter sitting at the island. "Morning. I thought you'd stay at Hanley's."

Liz doesn't look at her and takes a deep breath, sipping her coffee. "I was. But I left again."

Jane walks to the coffeemaker and looks at the younger woman, frowning when she sees that Liz must have cried. "What happened?"

"I left," Liz repeats without looking at the sergeant.

"Yeah, I got that, but what happened."

"I broke up with him last night."

Jane furls her eyebrows and steps closer. "What did he do?"

Liz forces the fresh tears back and shakes her head without a word.

Jane sighs heavily and walks to her daughter, kissing her head. She had seen many sides of her Liz, but she had never seen her heartbroken. "Why did you break up with him."

The younger woman shrugs. "Because I am afraid."

"About what?"

"About the fact that I could realize that Will is the man with whom I wanna spend my life."

Jane is furling her brows now. "And that's a bad thing because?"

"Ma, I am twenty-two, all right." Liz replies and finally looks at the older woman. "I don't sit around at night and plan how my life should be like in thirty years. I go to parties and enjoy one day after the other."

"You don't go to much parties."

"Doesn't matter."

Jane pulls her head back and has to suppress a smile. "So, Hanley sees the two of you in thirty years, together?"

"I guess not anymore." Liz whispers and looks into her mug. "Will was coming after me, but I drove off anyway."

Jane is rubbing her daughter's back soothingly and takes a deep breath. "I'll be okay again, baby."

Liz is looking with tears in her eyes at her Ma. "I am not sure about that, Ma. I picked up a fight and then I left."

"It'll be okay." Jane repeats and kisses her daughter's cheek. "You didn't sleep at all?"

The younger woman shakes her head again.

"You are awake for forty-eight hours awake?"

"I'll survive another shift. I have the weekend off." Liz replies and stifles a yawn.

"Yeah, I can see that." Jane grumbles and huffs. "Come on, my make you some breakfast."

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The three women are coming into the precinct and are welcomed by a William Hanley who looks just as tired as Liz.

He swallows hard and walks with a file in the hand towards them. "Morning."

Liz presses her lips together and glances at her mothers. "I see you later." She says before she walks away without saying a word to him.

Maura takes a deep breath and kisses her wife. "If you need me, I am downstairs."

Jane nods approvingly and looks at the younger detective. "What do you have there?"

He licks his lips and hands her the file. "I know why we didn't found any relatives of Pauline Gordon. Her ex-husband left her because of her excessive drinking and took their son with him. They left the country."

"He moved to Austria." Jane states and furls her eyebrows.

Hanley nods once. "Yeah." He pauses and whispers, "Look, I didn't mean to hurt Liz."

"I know, she told me before we left for work." Jane replies and looks with furrowed brows at him. "I mean, it is no wonder that she … freaked out when you started to plan your lives together. She is only twenty-two, Hanley."

He drops his chin to his chest and shakes his head. "You talk about everything, don't you?"

"Most times." Jane answers with a shrug. "I mean, for how long are you a couple? A week?"

"Technically, we are together for almost four month." He admits and takes a step as she looks with huge eyes at him, lowering his brows. "Well, we weren't really together. It was more a, um -"

"Sex thing?" Jane growls and he swallows hard. "How many men did Liz had?"

He chuckles nervously. "It's really not my job to tell you, Sergeant."

"How many?"

"Three as far as I know." He answers and he knows that Liz is going to kill him. "Me included, four."

Four men, she thinks and snorts. As far as he knows. "For which company did Pauline work?"

"For none, she was a freelance cabby." Hanley answers and is more than glad that Jane had changed the topic.

"That is not a big help." Jane states and starts to walk with him. "Let's go upstairs and see what else we find. Did you know that my greatest hobby is digging? Well, besides the Red Sox, Pats and Celtics."

"No, but it's good to know." He replies and furls his eyebrows. "You like the Celtics?"

"Who doesn't?" Jane asks and pushes the button of the elevator button.

"I do own season tickets, we can go to a game some time."

"Only if they are in the front row."

"Not exactly, but it's not the back row either."

Jane starts to smirk. "I start to like you, kid." She says and furrows her eyebrows. "Your personnel file says that you are from Denver."

"So, that automatically means that I have to be a fan of Colorado Rockies, Broncos and Nuggets?" He asks back, but doesn't look at her.

She laughs and punches his shoulder. "You're alright, Hanley."

"Likewise." He states with a smile.

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Liz is beyond furious as she enters the Homicide bullpen and glares at the back of Hanley's head. She slaps it hard and says louder as he wince. "Are you out of your mind?"

He turns his chair and looks questioningly at the brunette. "What the hell?" He says as loud as Liz did, catching the other detectives attention. "You can't come in here and hit me with no reasons, Elizabeth."

The young woman points at her Ma's empty desk. "Are trying to get me back by impressing Ma with season tickets of the Celtics?"

He snorts and gets up to his feet. "For trying to get you back, we both have to be in a relationship, in the same relationship. You never left a piece of cloth in my apartment, or a toothbrush."

Liz's heart is dropping and she grabs his hand, dragging him into the empty break room. She closes the door and scrutinizes his face. "So that was what you were thinking about last night? Some clothes and a damn toothbrush?"

"Yes," he answers with an high-pitched voice and furrows his eyebrows. "What did you think? That I say Oh, Liz. We are romantically for over three months, please move in with me. And please let's -" He raises his eyebrows as he feels her hands on his cheeks and is silenced by Liz' lips. He sighs and pulls her closer, but doesn't take control. "We're not spending the night together tonight." He whispers and leans his forehead against Liz'

She doesn't open her eyes and nods, placing an hand over his heart. Finally, she opens her eyes and frowns as she feels his heart beating hard and realizes that this is for her. "I am okay with that."

He nods and kisses her forehead. "I have the habit to skip some steps when I am thinking my thoughts, and that I say them out loud. I know that I spooked you, but I really was thinking about clothes and toothbrush, so you don't have to hurry the next morning. So we can spend a little more time together, what gives me time to watch you when you are sleeping, though you think it's creepy."

The young woman chuckles and kisses his chin. "And I promise that I won't overreact anymore when you skip important parts."

"No, you don't," he chuckles. "But I don't want this a on and off relationship. I really want to call you mine. Well, my girlfriend."

"You have me all too yourself."

"I love you," he whispers.

"I love you too." Liz replies in the same time as the door opens and blushes as she looks into the face of Jane.

Jane is smirking and points over her shoulder. "Frankie and I are going down to the Forensic garage. You wanna come with us."

"I'll be out in a second." He says and Jane is giving them the moment. He sighs heavily. "I have to go duty calls."

She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him gently, and slow and sweet.