& Isles Fan Fiction
fluff, comedy, drama, scary, sexy fun, you name it.
Rating: PG to
Word count: Who
knows? Depends on how many ficlets I think up.
and Jane become a couple but one Rizzoli is having a hard time
with the news.
from Season One, Two and Three
characters and situations belong to author Tess Gerritsen, the
folks at the TNT network and anyone else who have a
controlling interest in the show. This is just for fun.
Part I: Oops I Did It Again
Maura was lost in the sensations of Jane... again. Sheíd
lost count after orgasm number five the night before. Although
they managed to get through their shower this morning, before
either could dry her hair theyíd already tumbled back into
Still naked and wet, Jane had Maura stretched out across
the 800 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets, her long dark
hair dripping on Maura, making her giggle. Jane smiled and
shook her head violently back and forth, soaking the woman.
Maura laughed openly until Janeís mouth enveloped hers in a
Without teasing or build-up, Jane reached down and began to
stroke Mauraís center. The doctorís head immediately fell
back and she let out a strangled cry of desire as her back
"Maura, are you oka-?"
Both women turned sharply, and frozen in place, to see
Angela standing there in the bedroom doorway. Janeís mother
never finished the word Ďokayí. She opened her mouth ó
about as wide as her eyes were at the moment ó but no noise
came out. She closed her mouth and looked as if she might try
to speak once more, but again it was just silence. Her eyes
narrowed and her jaw tightened. She realized she was staring
and quickly turned away before hastily re-shutting the door.
Maura looked mortified, but Jane laughed.
"Congratulations," Jane told her lover.
"Jane, this is bad. Did you see what happened?"
"Yeah, you left Ma speechless. No oneís ever done
that before! So again, congrats!"
"This is serious," Maura replied. "She
"Angry? What right does she have to be angry?"
Jane said growing defensive. "She barged into YOUR
bedroom. Serves her right to be shocked."
Maura began to get out of bed with an exasperated
expression, taking the sheet with her.
"Weíre late for work," she said shortly.
"Whatís the problem? Ma sees us and suddenly youíre...
shy? You werenít shy last night, lemme tell ya. Hell, you
werenít shy 60 seconds ago."
Maura wrapped the sheet around her tighter, looking even
"If you donít go talk to your mother, I will."
"Fine," Jane grumbled. "And the day started
off so great."
Mauraís expression softened and she closed the distance
"Iím not trying to be difficult. I love you and Iím
scared right now."
"You love your family, but they might not love
"Please. They all adore you!"
"As your best friend, not... this."
"And what is... Ďthisí exactly?"
Maura began to smile. "The best thing Iíve ever had,
which is why I donít want to lose it and I donít want you
to have to... choose."
"Me andÖ your family."
Jane sighed. "Youíre making too much over
"No, Jane. I saw her reaction. It wasnít just
Jane gently gripped Mauraís shoulders.
"Iíll talk to Ma, okay?" she said reassuringly
before giving her a slow burning kiss. "Youíre worrying
for nothing," she said as she pulled away and started to
hunt for her clothes.
A few minutes laterÖ
Once she was dressed, Jane headed toward the guesthouse. A
noise behind her made her turn and she saw her mother walking
to her car in the driveway.
"Ma!" Jane called out. "Hold up!"
Angela ignored her and continued to walk.
She did stop this time, but she didnít turn around.
"Ma, I know you might be... embarrassed," Jane
said as she walked around to face her.
"Embarrassed? No, Iím mortified. Is this the reason
youíve never settled down with a nice man?"
"What?" Jane asked. "No. Iím not a
"So you just act like one by... doing that stuff with
"So are you saying this is just a phase? You were
curious; she was curious Ė it was just a one night stand
"Ma, no. Itís... itís complicated."
"Are you a dyke?" Angela whispered.
"I mean I should have seen this coming. I just thought
youíd grow out of the tomboy phase, but then again, you did
the cop thing and then-."
"Ma! First, you had no right to go into Mauraís
house!" Jane countered in an annoyed tone.
"I was worried!" Angela shouted. "Sheís
always gone before I head into the cafe so when I saw her car
there I let myself in to check on her. I heard noises and
thought she was in pain, so I went in. I didnít think Iíd
see my daughter with her doing... gay stuff."
"Gay stuff, Ma? Really?"
"Fine! Lesbian stuff."
Jane released a frustrated sigh.
"How long?" Angela asked. "And donít you
dare lie to me."
"Two weeks. Thatís why itís complicated. ItísÖ
newÖ and no one knows, except you, which means donít go
blabbing just yet."
"So youíve... spent more than one night like that
"I said itís been two weeks so itís been about 14
Jane blushed. "Okay, 13 nights because I had a stake
out on Tuesday, but yes."
"And itís still not out of your system?!"
"Ma, this isnít a virus, okay!? I love her! She
loves me! Hell, you love her! You live with her!"
"In the guest house!" Angela replied. "But
now Iíve got to find a new place!"
"What are you talking about?"
Angela shook her head. "I canít stay here, Janie.
Not with you two... carrying on. A-and your father, whatís
he going to say? Oh, your poor brothers Ė this is gonna kill
"Kill Ďem? She saved Frankieís life. And Pop and
Tommy love Maura too," Jane replied.
"And I did until she turned my daughter gay. Oh sorry!
Wrong term. Turned my daughter lesbian."
Jane now saw red. "Maura didnít Ďturní me into
Ďanythingí. I canít believe youíre acting this
"Itís a sin," Angela replied. "Itís
unnatural and I want no part of it. The church is real clear
about this one, Missy! Maybe if you spent more time at St.
Maryís you wouldnít have forgotten that. Now, if youíll
excuse me, I need to go to work and then find a new place to
Jane was stunned and just watched her mother walk away.
Three Days Later...
Maura and Jane were having lunch in her office in full
couple mode, feeding each other bits of their own food over
smiles and chuckles.
"You know? I really love you," Maura gushed.
"Of course you do," Jane teased. "Iím
"And so humble."
Jane grinned and waved her fork at her lover as she
finished the piece of food she was chewing. "Iím liking
this mastery of sarcasm youíve got going on lately."
They both looked to the doorway to see her assistant there
with Constance Isles, who was leaning against a stylish cane.
"Mother?" Maura replied in shock.
"I hope it was okay to bring her here," the
assistant remarked upon noting Mauraís surprise at seeing
"No, thatís fine, Nancy. Thank you," she told
her. The woman nodded and left the trio to themselves.
"I-I didnít know you were coming," she told her
mother as she made her way over and they exchanged a slightly
"My apologies. It was a bit last minute and I didnít
call because I didnít want you to fuss."
"So why are you in town?"
Constance paused. "I got a phone call from Angela
"Oh god," Jane muttered.
Constance continued. "I thought this might be a
conversation worthy of having face to face," she
remarked. She then turned to the detective. "How are you
Jane was frozen at first. While there was no sign of malice
in Constanceís voice, Jane felt thrown by the casual
"Ahhh, fine. Fine. And you? Howís your leg?"
"Doctors say I can expect arthritis at some point, but
for the moment, Iím getting stronger every day. I only have
to use the cane when I get tired," she said as she raised
it slightly. "Thank you for asking."
"You, ah, mentioned Ma Ė my, ah, my mother called
Constance nodded, her face unreadable. She then turned to
Maura. "I truly didnít mean to interrupt, and from the
looks of it, either you havenít found time to eat your
lunches yet or you just started. Iíd like to take you out,
if thatís okay." She then added, "Jane too, of
Maura didnít seem like she knew what to say. She finally
said, "Ummm, do I really want to be in public when we
discuss your conversation with Angela? Maybe we should stay
here and I could order in something."
"Sheís not taking the news well, is she?"
"Howíd you take it?" Jane asked gruffly.
"Iím thinking not well since you wasted no time and
hopped a plane here."
Maura looked embarrassed by the snapping tone in Janeís
"First," Constance asked as she looked between
both of them, "Iíve never been one to believe in rumor
or innuendo. SoÖ is what she told me true?"
Maura looked to Jane.
"Weíre at a disadvantage since I have no idea what
she said," Jane shot back.
"Jane," Maura said diplomatically.
She paid no attention and focused on Constance, who still
locked eyes with Jane.
"True," Constance agreed and then asked,
"Are you my daughterís lover?"
"I like to think Iím more than that."
"Do you love her?"
"You know I do," Jane replied.
Constance began to grin. "Yes, I remember the chat at
the gallery that night. Perhaps I should have known
"Known what? What are you two talking about?"
Jane cleared her throat and said, "The night of your
motherís installation, you know, when she forgot to put you
on the guest list and then spent most of her in Boston
avoiding you, I might haveÖ"
"What?" Maura asked concerned.
"Berated me as a mother," Constance said.
"You what?!" Maura asked Jane.
"Donít be mad at her," Constance said in a tone
that seemed more like a plea than a demand. "She was
absolutely right. She did something no other suitor of yours
had ever done. She stood up for you; she said things to me
that perhaps you didnít think you could say yourself."
Maura narrowed her eyes. "Thatís why you came to the
bar and had hamburgers and milkshakes," she replied.
Constance nodded. "She strong-armed you into spending
time with me?"
"No," Constance insisted and then smiled.
"She pointed out the err of my ways. And Iím glad she
did. I enjoyed that night with you, with all of you actually,
so please donít be upset with her."
Maura appeared as if she wasnít sure what to say.
"So youíre notÖ upset that Iím with Jane?"
she asked finally finding her voice.
"I know she loves you, but does she make you
Maura smiled. "Yes."
"Does she respect you?"
"She teases me a lot, but itís in jest. SoÖ yes,
she does Ė more than anyone Iíve known actually."
"Do you love her?"
"I do," Maura said without hesitation as she
reached over and took Janeís hand.
Constance grinned at the gesture.
"Iíll be honest. This isnít what I pictured. ButÖ"
"But what?" Maura asked.
"Itís always what I hoped for you Ė that youíd
find someone who could be all those things for you."
Maura looked up at Jane in adoration a moment.
"She is," she said firmly.
"Wonderful! Now, letís have lunch," Constance
said. "During which we can consider some ideas that might
help Angela come to terms with all of this."
Jane raised her hand slightly. "You seem remarkableÖ
okayÖ with Ďall of thisí," she noted as she moved
her hand between her and Maura.
"Sweetie, I work in the art world. As a heterosexual
woman, I am considered the minority. Unlike some people who
make comments like, ĎSome of my best friends are gayí, I
can say it and literally mean itÖ So what do you say?
Burgers and milkshakes again?" she asked hopefully.
Maura moved to her mother and put her arms around her in a
"Thank you," she whispered and tried to hold back
her tears of happiness. "I-I donít know what to
Constance returned the hug and kissed Maura on the cheek as
she pulled away. "Say youíre taking me out for a
milkshake," she chuckled.
"Hey!" Jane remarked, "Hamburgers,
milkshakes, Champaign, caviar! If you can get Ma to lighten
up, Iíll buy you anything you want!"
good to my daughter and weíll call it even," Constance
replied as she led them out of the office.
Part 2: Put a
Little Love In Your Heart
Maura, Jane and Constance were laughing as they entered the
Angela watched them and tried to get back to the kitchen to
"Angela," Constance called out, making her stop
and turn around. "If youíre free tonight, Iíd like to
take you to dinner. Just the two of us."
"Apple doesnít fall far from the tree, I see,"
she replied gruffly. "Sorry, but youíre not my
"Ma!" Jane snapped. Constance gave Janeís hand
a quick squeeze and took a step closer to Angela.
"Iíd like to talk to you privately," Constance
"Youíre not going to convince me whatís going on
here between these two is right."
"Thatís fine. Iíd really like to just listen to
what you have to say about all of this. I feel as if we didnít
get much of a chance to talk when you called." Angela
seemed undecided so Constance pressed on. "How about
seven this evening? Iíll meet you at the guesthouse."
"How Ďfancyí should I dress? You know I donít
have tons of cash for the latest fashion."
"What you have on now is wonderful," Constance
told her. Before Angela could change her mind, she pulled both
of the girls away and said, "Iíll see you at
Constance then took both daughters by the hand and led them
"Thatís it?" Jane asked Constance once they
were clear of the cafť.
"I got the answer I wanted. Itís best to leave
before she could change her mind," Constance said.
"She could always call and cancel," Maura
"Not if I donít answer the phone," Constance
"Whatís so funny?" Maura asked.
"You canít tell a lie without fainting or hives and
your motherÖsheís kind of conniving. I kinda like that
"Yes," Constance agreed. "I can be a rather
shrewd woman, Iíll admit. Letís just hope tonight Iím at
the top of my game."
"But you told her you just wanted to listen,"
"And I do. I just didnít mention that sheíd have
to return the favor," Constance said with a smile.
At seven, Constance rang the doorbell on the guesthouse and
Angela greeted her.
"I tried to called," Angela told her. "I donít
think Iím up to going out."
"I didnít get your message."
"Well, still, I think itís best if I stay in."
Angela tried to close the door, but Constance put her hand
out and gripped the doorframe, essentially stopping her from
"Thatís fine," she said. She then reached down
with her other hand and picked up a paper take-out bag she had
placed just under the doorbell and out of Angelaís line of
immediate sight. "I thought you might be tired after your
shift, so I brought food. May I?" she asked, and
practically pushed her way inside without waiting for an
"Youíre not giving up, are you?" Angela said
"Why would I? I love our daughters Ė both of
them," Constance replied as she sat the bag on the small
"I love them too," Angela challenged.
"Although you might think thatís a lie."
"No, I believe you love them too or otherwise you
wouldnít be this upset."
For a moment, Angela didnít say anything. Finally she
said, "When Janie shot Doyle and Maura was so mad, they
started to fight and IÖ"
"I got caught in the middle. I always told Jane blood
is thicker than water and one night she wanted me to live up
to that; to choose. I had to go with her and I felt really
torn becauseÖMaura feels like blood to me."
"As an adoptive mother, I can tell you firsthand,
blood is overrated. Love transcends genetics."
"This is where you tell me it transcends gender
"Not always, but sometimes it does."
"Like our girls?"
Constance gave her a slight non-committal shrug. "Why
donít we forget about all that for now and just have some
dinner?" she offered instead. "Jane said you like
pesto and alfredo so I brought both Ė you pick and Iíll
take the other or we could split it half and half. What do you
Angela grinned slightly. "I say letís get some bowls
Constance smiled as she began to empty the bag.
A Few Hours Later
Angela and Constance were on the sofa laughing with a half
empty bottle of wine.
"What did you do then?" Constance asked.
"I got out the garden hose and hosed her down in the
backyard," Angela laughed and Constance joined her.
"She looked likeÖ whatís the name of that clay army
Constance chuckled, "Terracotta Army?"
"Right! She looked like that! Covered from head to toe
in thisÖgray clay and dirt. Great football game or not, it
didnít matter. There was no way I was letting her step one
toe in my house like that."
Angela laughed at the memory, but a few seconds later
though, she began to tear up and her lip quivered. Constance
immediately saw her reaction. Although she suspected what
brought the change in mood, she moved into the topic gently.
"Whatís wrong?" Constance asked softly.
"Iíve been told my whole life that people who donít
repent are destine to go to hell. Itís hard enough having
Janie go out there on the streets each day, knowing she might
not come back alive. But thisÖ this is about her soul, and
Mauraís soul too. Itís about losing her for eternity. Sheís
so stubborn and thereís no way sheíd repent for loving
"You think she should feel sorry for loving
"YesÖNoÖI donít know."
"Do you believe theyíre hellbound?" Constance
asked as she handed Angela a tissue.
Angela blew her nose and cleared her throat.
"Honestly, I donít know what to believe. Thatís
the problem," Angela answered. She started to grin a
little bit. "I gotta tell you something and you canít
"I wonít," Constance promised.
"I watch Ellen sometimes and when the show ends I ask
God to let her and her wife into heaven."
"You said you wouldnít laugh," Angela reminded
"Iím not laughing. I find that rather endearing
"Well, sheís a good person, ya know? She does stuff
for people out of the blue and she treats others with respect.
She doesnít deserve to go to hell. Sheís better than some
of the Christians I see on T.V. Iíll tell ya that! Why
should someone like her go to hell when others who are so
hateful get a free pass? I donít understand that."
"I happen to agree with you," Constance replied.
"So how is she any different than Maura and Jane? Theyíre
still the same people theyíve always been, arenít
"I know that and this whole thing has me soooo
conflicted! I know the kind of people our girls are. I do! But
I also know what the church says so IímÖ confused."
"If you donít mind me saying," Constance began,
"It sounds like your personal experience with our girls
has you in conflict with the dogma of your church. The
Christian faith, particularly the Catholic faith, have
established beliefs or doctrines that are expected to be
accepted without reason or evidence. The problem is, in this
case, you do have reason and evidence to doubt the churchís
stance on gays. You know our girls are good people who deserve
a good place in the afterlife."
"You said that perfectly."
"I just repeated what you said," Constance
insisted. "I know that this must be very difficult for
you right now."
"Jane and Maura donít understand."
"I do, even though Iím not Catholic."
"You donít believe in God, do you?" Angela
"Letís say I could never believe in a God who would
send Maura and Jane Ė or Ellen Ė to hell because they love
someone of the same gender. I think too many people, and even
particular religions, hide behind faith to repress others Ė
be it gays, women, minorities. However, what I feel isnít
important right now."
"What do you mean?"
"The girls know they have my love and support,"
Constance replied honestly. "They both love you and would
like your support as well, but only if itís sincere. What
matters most now is how you feel about them Ė how you really
feel, deep down, because, right now, they think you believe
theyíre horrible people."
Angela teared up again. "I donít think that. Like I
said, IímÖ confused about how to balance this all. Thatís
Constance cocked her head. "Can I ask how the other
Rizzoliís are taking this news?"
"Howís Mauraís dad taking it?" she countered.
"He wasnít surprised too much. He said whenever he
talks to Maura itís always, ĎJane said thisí and ĎJane
and I did thatí," she replied with a grin. "Sheís
been a big part of Mauraís life for sometime now."
"Well, Frankie thinks itís great. He adores Maura.
Frank SeniorÖpain in the ass," she muttered. In a
louder voice she said, "Heís been kinda out of the
picture, you could say. But he just wants Jane to be happy
and, like Frankie, he loves Maura too. And Tommy heísÖ he
said he was jealous and Jane better not screw it up."
Angela gave a snort and grinned, but then she looked morose
again. "Iím the only bad person, I guess."
"I donít think youíre a bad person. Maura and Jane
donít either." Angela raised her eyebrows in challenge.
"Okay. Maura doesnít," she giggled.
Angela grinned. "Yeah, Jane can hold a grudge. Gee, I
wonder where she gets that from?" she said sarcastically.
"Seriously," Constance continued, "Jane
loves you too. Sheís justÖ a very passionate, headstrong
woman." She paused and appeared to be deep in thought
again. "They compliment each other well, you know? They
have a give and take; a push and pull with one another."
"Yeah, youíre right," Angela quickly admitted.
"Have you ever seen anyone fit Jane this well?"
"Never," Angela replied.
"Same for me too. I mean Iíve never seen anyone fit
Maura this well."
"Mauraís a good fit," Angela agreed. "And
Janeís good for Maura too Ė brings out her playful side.
Maura, she has a way to cool Janeís temperÖ They do
balance each other," she added with a grin.
"Can I ask a favor?"
"Iím not ready to say Iíll support this just
yet," Angela warned.
"No, Iím not asking that. I see the boxes in here
and the girls said you felt you had to leaveÖ Would you
please reconsider moving out? Iíd like you to stay here. I
know Maura bought this house because of this guesthouse. She
intended on it being a place for me to stay, but honestly, I
feel more secure knowing youíre here."
"I donít know," Angela said uncertain.
"How about this? Stay for one season Ė three months
I mean. If you still feel completely uncomfortable after three
months then move out. In the meantime, I really would like to
have someone looking out for my daughter and Iíd like that
person to be you, Angela. Would you do that for me?"
Angela grinned. "Iím not dumb. I know you want me to
see them together so I get used to it."
"That is one of my motives, yes," Constance
confessed with a guilty grin, but then she began to look
serious. "But thereís another reason. Maura might be
facing some incredible challenges soon. Iíd like her to have
a strong woman she can trust near her. I have every faith you
can be that woman in my absence, despite your ambivalence at
this moment. Iím entrusting you with my daughterís
well-being and thatís not something I do with just anyone.
Besides, you know what itís like; no matter how old they getÖ"
"Theyíre always your babies," Angela finished.
Constance just grinned and nodded. "I have a great
deal of wealth, but sheís my treasureÖ Will you guard
"I love Maura," Angela answered.
"And I love Jane," Constance added.
"And they love each other," Angela sighed.
Constance simply nodded in response.
"I will, but on one condition," Angela replied.
"Can I call you? Talk to you about this? Everyone
thinks I should just get over this, but youÖyou listen to
me. I canít say Iím ready to pick out china patterns for
them, butÖI just think I need someone to talk about
"Day or night," Constance said firmly as she
patted Angelaís knee on the way to pick up the wine bottle.
She put some more wine in Angelaís glass and then began to
refill her own. "Now, itís my turn to tell you about
Mauraís Ďbackyardí adventure: She was convinced she
found a dinosaur bone in the local park when she was
"Iím guessing it wasnít a dinosaur?" Angela
"It ended up being her first autopsy actually,"
"What?!" Angela asked.
Constance nodded. "She found skeletal remains in a
nearby park, but we didnít tell her the truth until she was
"Are you kidding?!"
They both laughed.