Who Are We Now? [2/?]
Title: Who Are We Now? [2/?]
Author: msanimanga [carla]
Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles
Pairing: Jane Rizzoli/Maura Isles
Rating: T
Words: 1,586
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I'm a poor college student.
Summary: In the aftermath of the infamous shooting, Maura finds herself facing a great loss.
Author's Note: I actually haven't had this chapter edited at all, so I apologize for any typos. Sorry if this chapter moves a bit quickly, it was written in spurts as my muse spoke to me. Please enjoy Chapter 2 of Who Are We Now?, and leave me a comment, they make me happy =]
Angela Rizzoli set her coffee mug on the dining room table and stared at the letter beside it. Maura had left the letter and asked her not to open it until she was gone. It was now that Angela tore into the envelope in the Doctor’s clean script. As she mulled over the words inscribed across the pages, she considered Maura’s demeanor during their last encounter.
It had only been two days since the M.E. had hugged her, weeping and explaining that she had to leave town. The woman clinging to her was not the Maura she knew. She was the remnants of the woman Maura had once been. Her clothing was crisp and well managed as usual, but her face had lost its glow, her smile was a thing of the past, and dark circles had taken up residence under her eyes.
Angela did not question the younger woman, nor did she press her for details of her destination. She merely held her, soothing her as though she were her own daughter.
“It’ll be okay, Maura. We’ll all be okay…”
Angela wasn’t sure that either of them would ever be the same. Janie was her daughter, her only daughter. She fussed over Frankie often, but that didn’t mean that Janie wasn’t her baby, too.
For once in her life, Angela Rizzoli wished that she hadn’t been right. She wished that she had never suggested that Jane would be hurt while on the job. It was a reality, of course, and one that had proven true. Now, however, she wished that she hadn’t pressed Jane with the dangers of her job so much. Angela wished that she had told her daughter just how proud she was of her accomplishments.
She wished that she had told her daughter what she saw between her and Maura.
The woman made Jane light up whenever she entered a room. She had affected Janie in a way that Angela had never seen.
She was afraid that Jane would never know love. Seeing her with Maura, however, put her at ease for some time. She saw the love hidden just underneath the light laughter and playful banter.
Angela never asked about the relationship between the two women. At first she had hoped that it was merely something that would pass- Jane had never been one to acknowledge any interest in women. Angela had seen it, though, the way that Jane had glanced at Maura, reacted to her. After much deliberation [and research into same-sex couples and child-bearing], she had come to accept the relationship that might have flourished between the two women.
It was after Jane’s accident that she fully understood the intensity of the connection between the young women. She had seen Maura’s
strong dedication to her daughter, waiting by her side and speaking to her in hushed tones, later explaining to Angela that research suggested that coma patients could hear such things.
Maura’s cries after Jane’s death had broken Angela’s heart. It was then that she saw Maura’s lost gaze, the loss of hope in her eyes. Angela had seen love in the months of observation before her daughter was torn away from her.
She only hoped that Jane and Maura had seen it, too.
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“What do you mean she’s not there?” Mary spoke harshly into her cell phone, sitting up in her desk chair.
“She’s not here, Mary. I just stepped out for five minutes, she was in the shower…” The agent on the phone attempted to explain himself, only to be cut off abruptly.
“Damnit! I ask you to take care of her for an hour- an hour! I swear, I… Stay right there. Are her things still there?” Mary grabbed her jacket, running toward her vehicle and tearing out of the parking lot.
The blonde federal agent barged into the motel room in a fury, glancing around the room and spotting the other agent in the room.
“You have got to be kidding me. How did this even happen? She has a sling on her arm. A sling! And she’s still limping, Marshall. How did she manage to get away from you?” Mary barked, walking back out of the room and into the car with Marshall close behind.
“I don’t know! Like I said, she was in the shower. I didn’t want to be in there when she got out, and I was hungry, I went to…”
Mary abruptly turned, heading toward her car with a confused Marshall trailing behind her.
The unmarked federal vehicle tore out of the hotel parking lot, heading toward Jane Rizzoli’s childhood home.
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A sudden knock at the door startled Angela, pulling her from her thoughts. She wiped at her tears as she went to answer the door, greeting a woman that reminded her of a blond version of Jane.
“Hello…can I help you?” Angela was sure that Jane was the only woman in the homicide division of the BPD, and she had never heard Jane mention many other friends beside Maura, so she was unsure of whom this woman could be. They had certainly had many visitors since Jane’s accident, so she gestured the woman in nonetheless.
“Mrs. Rizzoli, this might be an odd question. I understand that you’ve been through a lot lately…” Mary glanced around the room carefully, looking for any signs of a recent visit from a certain detective.
“So you did know Janie…?” Angela stared questioningly at the woman before her.
“Mrs. Rizzoli…I did know her. I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for your loss.” Mary smiled apologetically, standing awkwardly just inside the doorway. She saw no signs suggesting that the woman she was looking for had been in the living room recently, and she felt no need to worsen this woman’s grieving process.
“Jane was a brave woman. She never did know when to put herself before the job, or before others.” Mary nodded, glancing around the room one last time before moving toward the door.
“I’m sorry that she had to go the way that she did. She always was stubborn…she was a hero though, ma’am.”
Angela smiled at the kind woman and wrapped her in a hug before she could escape the doorway.
“Thank you, you’re very kind…I didn’t catch your name?” Angela released her grip on the woman, looking at her expectantly.
“Ah, it’s Mary. Mary Shannon. Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Rizzoli. I’m sorry that we couldn’t meet on better circumstances.”
Marshall cleared his throat, reminding Mary that they were here for a reason.
“Ah, right…we’d better get going, Mrs. Rizzoli. We have a case in the neighborhood, and we have a meeting to get to.” Mary moved toward the door again, walking backwards through the doorframe.
“Thanks for stoppin’ by, Mary.’ Angela reached for the doorknob before stopping herself to ask another question of the woman.
“Tell me, Mary…how did you know Janie?”
The question was simple enough, and Mary was quick to formulate an answer.
“Uhm, we were in the academy together. I started there, and-“
The back door suddenly slammed open in the middle of Mary’s elaborate tale, and shouting wafted in from the kitchen.
“Where is she, Ma?! Where is she? She’s not there! Her house, it’s empty! Where did she…?”
The detective powered into the livingroom, which suddenly grew quiet. Three sets of eyes were upon her at once, and Mary saw something in the woman’s eyes that she had not seen before.
Panic. Fear. Sorrow.
The detective froze and looked at her mother expectantly, setting her jaw and ignoing the pain shooting through her body and the federal agents that stood in the doorway.
“Honey, what…how?” Angela Rizzoli’s face was pained. Her hands began to tremble, and she looked as though she would faint.
“Jane is that…is that you, Janie?” Tears burst from the woman’s eyes, and she rushed to the frizzy-haired detective, taking her in arms and crushing her to confirm her existence.
“Ma, I’m sorry, I-“
The detective was cut short as her mother’s demeanor changed in an instant. Her arms flailed madly and she swatted at her daughter angrily.
“How could you do this to us, Jane? Your father and I, and your brother! And Maura! For God’s sake, Jane Rizzoli, how could you do this to that poor woman?!”
At this point, Mary and Marshall had shut the front door, moving toward the kitchen to give the women privacy, but keeping an ear out should Jane decide to leave once again.
“Ma…” Jane’s voice was strained, and she held her mother’s arms steady to look into her eyes.
“I’m sorry…I had to. There was no other way. It’s not like I wanted to do this. And do you think I really wanted to leave you all like that? You think I had a choice?” Jane’s furrowed brow showed anger, but the tears along her eyelids told her mother how much of a choice she had in the matter.
“Why do you think I came back, Ma? I couldn’t leave things like this. And I’m not a coward. I didn’t hide when Hoyt was after me, and I sure as hell don’t plan on doing it now. I shot myself in the gut, Ma, do you really think I’m one to avoid a dangerous situation?” Jane smiled, albeit painfully, and let her mother’s arms fall to her sides.
“She’s gone, Janie.” Angela stood stock still, staring into her daughter’s eyes, answering the question that Jane had come in bellowing.
“She’s gone.”
Author: msanimanga [carla]
Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles
Pairing: Jane Rizzoli/Maura Isles
Rating: T
Words: 1,586
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I'm a poor college student.
Summary: In the aftermath of the infamous shooting, Maura finds herself facing a great loss.
Author's Note: I actually haven't had this chapter edited at all, so I apologize for any typos. Sorry if this chapter moves a bit quickly, it was written in spurts as my muse spoke to me. Please enjoy Chapter 2 of Who Are We Now?, and leave me a comment, they make me happy =]
Angela Rizzoli set her coffee mug on the dining room table and stared at the letter beside it. Maura had left the letter and asked her not to open it until she was gone. It was now that Angela tore into the envelope in the Doctor’s clean script. As she mulled over the words inscribed across the pages, she considered Maura’s demeanor during their last encounter.
It had only been two days since the M.E. had hugged her, weeping and explaining that she had to leave town. The woman clinging to her was not the Maura she knew. She was the remnants of the woman Maura had once been. Her clothing was crisp and well managed as usual, but her face had lost its glow, her smile was a thing of the past, and dark circles had taken up residence under her eyes.
Angela did not question the younger woman, nor did she press her for details of her destination. She merely held her, soothing her as though she were her own daughter.
“It’ll be okay, Maura. We’ll all be okay…”
Angela wasn’t sure that either of them would ever be the same. Janie was her daughter, her only daughter. She fussed over Frankie often, but that didn’t mean that Janie wasn’t her baby, too.
For once in her life, Angela Rizzoli wished that she hadn’t been right. She wished that she had never suggested that Jane would be hurt while on the job. It was a reality, of course, and one that had proven true. Now, however, she wished that she hadn’t pressed Jane with the dangers of her job so much. Angela wished that she had told her daughter just how proud she was of her accomplishments.
She wished that she had told her daughter what she saw between her and Maura.
The woman made Jane light up whenever she entered a room. She had affected Janie in a way that Angela had never seen.
She was afraid that Jane would never know love. Seeing her with Maura, however, put her at ease for some time. She saw the love hidden just underneath the light laughter and playful banter.
Angela never asked about the relationship between the two women. At first she had hoped that it was merely something that would pass- Jane had never been one to acknowledge any interest in women. Angela had seen it, though, the way that Jane had glanced at Maura, reacted to her. After much deliberation [and research into same-sex couples and child-bearing], she had come to accept the relationship that might have flourished between the two women.
It was after Jane’s accident that she fully understood the intensity of the connection between the young women. She had seen Maura’s
strong dedication to her daughter, waiting by her side and speaking to her in hushed tones, later explaining to Angela that research suggested that coma patients could hear such things.
Maura’s cries after Jane’s death had broken Angela’s heart. It was then that she saw Maura’s lost gaze, the loss of hope in her eyes. Angela had seen love in the months of observation before her daughter was torn away from her.
She only hoped that Jane and Maura had seen it, too.
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“What do you mean she’s not there?” Mary spoke harshly into her cell phone, sitting up in her desk chair.
“She’s not here, Mary. I just stepped out for five minutes, she was in the shower…” The agent on the phone attempted to explain himself, only to be cut off abruptly.
“Damnit! I ask you to take care of her for an hour- an hour! I swear, I… Stay right there. Are her things still there?” Mary grabbed her jacket, running toward her vehicle and tearing out of the parking lot.
The blonde federal agent barged into the motel room in a fury, glancing around the room and spotting the other agent in the room.
“You have got to be kidding me. How did this even happen? She has a sling on her arm. A sling! And she’s still limping, Marshall. How did she manage to get away from you?” Mary barked, walking back out of the room and into the car with Marshall close behind.
“I don’t know! Like I said, she was in the shower. I didn’t want to be in there when she got out, and I was hungry, I went to…”
Mary abruptly turned, heading toward her car with a confused Marshall trailing behind her.
The unmarked federal vehicle tore out of the hotel parking lot, heading toward Jane Rizzoli’s childhood home.
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A sudden knock at the door startled Angela, pulling her from her thoughts. She wiped at her tears as she went to answer the door, greeting a woman that reminded her of a blond version of Jane.
“Hello…can I help you?” Angela was sure that Jane was the only woman in the homicide division of the BPD, and she had never heard Jane mention many other friends beside Maura, so she was unsure of whom this woman could be. They had certainly had many visitors since Jane’s accident, so she gestured the woman in nonetheless.
“Mrs. Rizzoli, this might be an odd question. I understand that you’ve been through a lot lately…” Mary glanced around the room carefully, looking for any signs of a recent visit from a certain detective.
“So you did know Janie…?” Angela stared questioningly at the woman before her.
“Mrs. Rizzoli…I did know her. I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for your loss.” Mary smiled apologetically, standing awkwardly just inside the doorway. She saw no signs suggesting that the woman she was looking for had been in the living room recently, and she felt no need to worsen this woman’s grieving process.
“Jane was a brave woman. She never did know when to put herself before the job, or before others.” Mary nodded, glancing around the room one last time before moving toward the door.
“I’m sorry that she had to go the way that she did. She always was stubborn…she was a hero though, ma’am.”
Angela smiled at the kind woman and wrapped her in a hug before she could escape the doorway.
“Thank you, you’re very kind…I didn’t catch your name?” Angela released her grip on the woman, looking at her expectantly.
“Ah, it’s Mary. Mary Shannon. Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Rizzoli. I’m sorry that we couldn’t meet on better circumstances.”
Marshall cleared his throat, reminding Mary that they were here for a reason.
“Ah, right…we’d better get going, Mrs. Rizzoli. We have a case in the neighborhood, and we have a meeting to get to.” Mary moved toward the door again, walking backwards through the doorframe.
“Thanks for stoppin’ by, Mary.’ Angela reached for the doorknob before stopping herself to ask another question of the woman.
“Tell me, Mary…how did you know Janie?”
The question was simple enough, and Mary was quick to formulate an answer.
“Uhm, we were in the academy together. I started there, and-“
The back door suddenly slammed open in the middle of Mary’s elaborate tale, and shouting wafted in from the kitchen.
“Where is she, Ma?! Where is she? She’s not there! Her house, it’s empty! Where did she…?”
The detective powered into the livingroom, which suddenly grew quiet. Three sets of eyes were upon her at once, and Mary saw something in the woman’s eyes that she had not seen before.
Panic. Fear. Sorrow.
The detective froze and looked at her mother expectantly, setting her jaw and ignoing the pain shooting through her body and the federal agents that stood in the doorway.
“Honey, what…how?” Angela Rizzoli’s face was pained. Her hands began to tremble, and she looked as though she would faint.
“Jane is that…is that you, Janie?” Tears burst from the woman’s eyes, and she rushed to the frizzy-haired detective, taking her in arms and crushing her to confirm her existence.
“Ma, I’m sorry, I-“
The detective was cut short as her mother’s demeanor changed in an instant. Her arms flailed madly and she swatted at her daughter angrily.
“How could you do this to us, Jane? Your father and I, and your brother! And Maura! For God’s sake, Jane Rizzoli, how could you do this to that poor woman?!”
At this point, Mary and Marshall had shut the front door, moving toward the kitchen to give the women privacy, but keeping an ear out should Jane decide to leave once again.
“Ma…” Jane’s voice was strained, and she held her mother’s arms steady to look into her eyes.
“I’m sorry…I had to. There was no other way. It’s not like I wanted to do this. And do you think I really wanted to leave you all like that? You think I had a choice?” Jane’s furrowed brow showed anger, but the tears along her eyelids told her mother how much of a choice she had in the matter.
“Why do you think I came back, Ma? I couldn’t leave things like this. And I’m not a coward. I didn’t hide when Hoyt was after me, and I sure as hell don’t plan on doing it now. I shot myself in the gut, Ma, do you really think I’m one to avoid a dangerous situation?” Jane smiled, albeit painfully, and let her mother’s arms fall to her sides.
“She’s gone, Janie.” Angela stood stock still, staring into her daughter’s eyes, answering the question that Jane had come in bellowing.
“She’s gone.”