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Jane’s new homicide case was slowly starting to open up some more leads, the most current one being the elder of an Amazonian tribe named Raya. Korsak agreed to go with her to interrogate him where he was staying in the city and when they knocked on the door, they hadn’t expected a man in his late sixties dress in an immaculate suit to answer.
He glanced over the badges on their hips and sighed. “Detectives,” he greeted. “If you’re looking for Raya, he’s not here.”
Korsak raised his eyebrows. “Interesting you know we’re looking for him. And who are you?”
“I’m Dr. Arthur Isles. I’ve been living along side the tribe for the past two decades as part of my field research in the rainforest and now I am acting as a mediator for Raya during all this…unpleasantness.”
Jane was frozen in place and it took her half a second to slowly look at Korsak who was looking at her with the same expression.
Isles.
Maura’s maiden name landed in both their minds like a dropped glass. Maura had never, like really actually never, talked about this man. Not even to Jane. Not beyond a few clipped, distant references. There were no photos, no stories, and definitely no warmth.
When Jane did finally recover, she stepped forward and extended her hand. “Detective Rizzoli,” she introduced herself, putting on a professional mask. “And this is Sergeant Korsak.”
Arthur’s gaze lingered just a fraction too long on her face as he shook her hand, something unreadable flickering behind his polite expression. “A pleasure,” he said kindly.
Jane got the sense he was measuring her but as far as she knew, this man had no idea who she was. Maura hadn’t told him and she didn’t think Constance had either. “Let’s uhhh… let’s talk about the case,” she replied evenly, glancing at Korsak once more before they walked inside the room.
*
They went over the details, clinical and precise. Arthur spoke with authority, his voice controlled, almost detached, but there was intelligence there, sharp and observant but almost too observant. At one point, both Jane and Korsak noticed that his eyes flicked briefly to her left hand, the ring on it, and Jane had to resist the urge to hide it.
“You’ve worked closely with my daughter Maura?” he asked casually after the questioning had been coming to an end.
Jane’s jaw tightened a bit as she and Korsak stood up. Her tone stayed neutral, not giving anything away. “Yeah. She’s the best medical examiner we’ve ever had.”
A beat passed and Arthur smiled sadly. “I imagine she very much is,” he said quietly and something in the way he said it made Jane’s stomach twist.
*
Later that evening, Jane slowly pushed open the door to their home and dropped her keys into the bowl by the entrance, her eyes locked on Maura in the kitchen, her sleeves rolled, carefully slicing vegetables with her usual surgical precision.
For a moment, Jane just watched her from the entrance and smiled just a tiny bit. This. This was her safe place. Her person that she now had to bring up a painful subject with. “Hey,” Jane said softly as she finally made her way into the kitchen.
Maura glanced up, her expression immediately warming, her smile bright. “Hello,” she hummed as she watched Jane cross the room and slip her arms around her waist from behind. Maura smiled more and leaned back into her as Jane pressed a kiss to her shoulder, lingering there longer than usual. “Long day? I didn’t see you for a lot of it.”
Jane sighed as she nodded. “You could say that,” she whispered into her shoulder.
Maura turned in her arms, concern already forming. “What happened?”
Jane hesitated as she lifted her head and looked into those eyes that she never wanted to look like this. Worried. Stressed. “I met someone.”
Maura tilted her head slightly and let out a tiny, somewhat nervous laugh. “While I know you’re talking about work and that is not uncommon in your profession, please don’t ever word it that way again.”
Jane huffed a quiet laugh, hearing how her words must have sounded. “Sorry, sorry, yeah I meant through work. It was umm…” she sighed. “well, it was your father. Arthur.”
Everything in Maura went still instantly. Her shoulders stiffened, her breath caught just slightly, barely noticeable to anyone else but not to Jane.
Jane winced a bit and her voice softened further. “Maur…”
Maura turned back around in Jane’s arms and grabbed the knife again, going back to chopping carrots. “You spoke to him?” she asked, her voice controlled but thin.
Jane raised her eyebrows and slowly backed away from Maura. “…Yeah. He’s tied to the case. I uhhh, I didn’t say anything about you. About us. About me. Just… Detective Rizzoli asking questions.”
Maura let out a slow breath, eyes closing briefly as the knife stopped. “Did he ask about me?”
“A little.” Jane paused. “I think he already knows.”
That made Maura turn. “What?”
“He looked at my ring, Maura. Like looked at it a lot. And the way he kept just looking at me. Like he knew who I was...”
Maura’s composure cracked just slightly, something vulnerable surfacing underneath. “I never told him. I never had the desire to share important things about myself with him, especially not about the love of my life, but my mom might have mentioned you. She was at the wedding after all,” she said quietly.
“I know,” Jane breathed as she rubbed the backs of her hands. Silence settled between them and after a moment, Jane reached for her again, gently taking her hands. “Hey. You don’t owe him anything. Not explanations, not introductions, nothing.”
Maura swallowed, her gaze dropping to their intertwined fingers. “I never really told you something significant that happened with him. Why we don’t talk,” she whispered as she looked up and into Jane’s eyes again. “It had always been just so hard to say…but he made me promise,” she murmured. “When I was a child. To keep his secret. And I did. I kept it for years…. Jane, he had an affair with the neighbor and I walked in on it.”
Her voice wavered, frustration and old hurt bleeding through. “And I kept his secret from my own mother because he asked me to and then he left anyway. Over and over again. All in the name of some research project. Before that, he was like a hero to me and then after…he became a stranger.”
Jane tightened her grip slightly, this new information really making a lot of Maura’s previous insecurities about dating and marriage make a lot of sense. “You were a kid. That wasn’t your burden to carry.”
“I know that now,” Maura said. “But it doesn’t change how it felt then or how I still feel now.”
Jane stepped closer, lifting Maura’s chin gently. “Look at me.”
Maura did. Instantly.
“You built your life without him,” Jane said. “You became… you. The strongest, smartest, most occasionally terrifying woman I know,” she said with a small smirk.
Those words earned the smallest hint of a smile, tension leaving Maura’s shoulders a bit.
Jane brushed her thumb along Maura’s cheek. “And now you’re not alone anymore. You have a whole ass wife,” she said with a chuckle. “And that means whatever happens with him, we handle it together. On your terms.”
Maura leaned into her touch, the storm inside her settling. “Together,” she echoed with a nod.
Jane closed the distance, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, one that was steady, grounding, certain, and for just a moment, the past didn’t matter, only this did. Jane and Maura together, happy.
*
The next morning, the precinct buzzed louder than usual, but Jane barely noticed. She was halfway through her second coffee, paperwork in her hand, as she made her way to her desk. She paused when she happened to glance up and notice Arthur Isles sitting in a chair next to her desk. She looked around briefly before she slowly approached. She smiled tightly as she set her coffee and paperwork on her desk. “Hello again, Dr. Isles.”
Arthur nodded as he sat there composed as ever, hands folded neatly in his lap like he belonged there. “Hello, Detective. I apologize but I was here to answer some more questions about Raya with your Sergeant. We were just wrapping up and he said I could wait here.”
Jane narrowed her eyes a bit as she looked over at Korsak’s desk but he wasn’t there. Good. Smart man, hiding.
She sighed before she slowly sat down at her desk. “I suppose that’s okay.”
Arthur sat up a little straighter and cleared his throat. “I was actually hoping to speak with you, too.”
Jane paused and watched him for a moment before she blinked. “Uhh…well, I umm…I am very busy right now and-”
Arthur studied her as she spoke and then nodded slightly, as if confirming something to himself before he interrupted. “I know you’re married to Maura.”
Jane stopped talking and after a beat, leaned back in her chair a little and crossed her arms. She knew that he knew the whole time. “You didn’t want to talk to me just to state the obvious I take it.”
“No,” he said. “I wanted to speak with you because I was hoping you might help me.”
Jane let out a short, humorless laugh. “Help you? Yeah, okay, what can I do for you?” She asked with a very thinly veiled level of sarcasm in her tone. She was going to try and be polite with this man, him being her father-in-law and all, but then his statement triggered her memory of what Maura told her last night and all hope of being polite went bye-bye.
“I’d like to speak with my daughter,” he said simply.
Jane’s jaw tightened instantly. “Then call her.”
“I have,” Arthur said. “She doesn’t answer.”
“Yeah, I know,” Jane shot back bitterly, “there’s a reason for that.”
Arthur didn’t flinch, but something in his expression shifted. He appeared much less confident now. “I was hoping you might put in a good word.”
That did it.
Jane raised her eyebrows, blood pressure rising, and leaned forward, her elbows on her desk as she studied this man closely like he had been studying her. She dropped her voice, still controlled but edged with steel. “Let me get this straight. You show up out of nowhere, after, what, decades? And you think I’m gonna walk into my house and convince my wife to sit down with you like nothing happened?”
Arthur held her gaze. “You have influence with her.”
Jane shook her head incredulously. “How would you know? You don’t even know her anymore.”
Arthur looked appropriately hurt at those words and he did nod in agreement. “I know. But from what Connie tells me, I also know she values your opinion above all else.”
“Yeah,” Jane said, sharper now, “because I’ve actually been there for her unlike you.”
The words hung in the air and Arthur’s expression tightened slightly but Jane didn’t back off. “Look, I don’t know you,” she continued. “Maura doesn’t talk about you. Not at all. And what little I do know?” She tilted her head, a fire in her eyes. “Doesn’t exactly paint you in a great light.”
Arthur’s voice stayed calm, but there was a strain underneath now, and he could tell Jane knew about his affair and the promise he made Maura keep. The event that changed their relationship forever. “People make mistakes.”
Jane’s eyes flashed and she hardened even more. “A mistake? Really? You don’t get to call screwing someone else behind your wife’s back and then getting caught by your daughter and making her promise to lie about it a mistake.”
Jane knew she was getting loud now, her temper flaring, so she exhaled slowly, reining herself in and somehow put on a professional, controlled veneer but absolutely still viciously protective. “Look, what happened between you and Maura,” she said, more measured now, “it messed her up. Badly. She doesn’t trust easily at all and you’re a big part of why.”
Arthur looked away briefly, absorbing that, and he felt his heart drop to his stomach.
Jane was happy to see he finally looked remorseful about something but she didn’t give in. Right now, her job was to protect Maura from her father and she would until she heard otherwise. “The answer is no, just to be clear,” she said firmly. “I’m not putting in a good word for you. I’m not gonna push her into something she clearly doesn’t want.”
Arthur met her eyes again. “I am her father. She needs-”
“And I am her wife,” Jane shot back instantly, her voice rising slightly again. “That means I’ve got her back and I will protect her from things that hurt. Always. So if you want a relationship with her, you have to earn it. You don’t get to go through me, you don’t get to go around her, and you definitely don’t get to pretend the past didn’t happen or that it was a simple mistake.”
Arthur watched Jane for a moment, the fire in her eyes, the sharp edge to her voice, and slowly, he nodded. “She chose well,” he said quietly.
Jane didn’t soften at the attempt at a compliment. “Yes. She did. Now if you’re done, I’ve got a case to work.”
Arthur slowly stood and looked down at Jane, his eyes looking a little red suddenly. “I never intended to hurt her, Jane.”
Jane didn’t look up at him, already focused back on her paperwork. “Doesn’t matter. You did.”
*
Later that night, the bedroom was quiet, lit only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The city noise outside had faded into a distant hum, leaving everything feeling still, safe.
Jane laid on her side, propped slightly on one elbow, watching Maura as she methodically applied lotion to her hands. It was such a Maura thing to do, her movements precise, controlled, like if she kept everything in order, nothing could unravel.
Jane reached out, gently catching her wrist. “Hey.”
Maura looked up immediately, her expression softening the moment their eyes met. “Hey.”
Jane traced her thumb lightly over Maura’s pulse point, grounding both of them. “I saw him again today,” she said quietly.
Maura didn’t pull away, but Jane felt the subtle shift, the tension, the way her body stilled just a fraction.
“He came to the precinct,” Jane continued. “Wanted me to talk to you. Put in a good word.”
Maura’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I assume you declined.”
Jane huffed softly. “Yeah. Pretty firmly actually.”
That earned the faintest hint of relief in Maura’s eyes. Jane hesitated, choosing her next words carefully. “I’m not gonna tell you what to do. You know that.”
Maura nodded once. “I do.”
“But…” Jane exhaled, her voice gentler now. “If you ever wanted to say something to him, anything, you don’t have to carry it around forever. He’s here. It might be the only chance you get to just get everything off your chest.”
Maura looked down at their joined hands, her thumb brushing absently over Jane’s knuckles. “I just don’t want to see him,” she said quietly.
“Okay,” Jane whispered, nodding in understanding.
“I don’t want to hear whatever explanation he’s constructed to absolve himself.”
Jane nodded once again, realizing that Maura was processing through this out loud. “Okay.”
Maura’s voice tightened slightly, old wounds surfacing. “I mean, he asked me to keep his secret. As a child. Do you understand how profoundly inappropriate that is? To place that burden on someone who doesn’t even have the cognitive development to process it?”
Jane sighed and kissed her hand. “Yeah. I do.”
“And then he still left repeatedly. For work. For other priorities. For anything that wasn’t being present and a father to me and I was expected to behave as though that was normal,” Maura said before swallowing hard.
Jane shifted closer, her hand moving up to rest gently against Maura’s arm. “It wasn’t normal,” Jane said softly.
“I know that now but knowing something intellectually does not negate the emotional imprint,” Maura said before she looked at her again, vulnerability clear in her eyes now. “Do you remember how long it took me to trust you?”
Jane’s expression softened as she recalled the very large amount of effort she had to put into convincing this woman that she wouldn’t cheat or leave. “Yeah.”
“It wasn’t because of you,” Maura said quickly, shaking her head. “It was because my baseline expectation of fidelity was compromised. I figured everyone would do what he did.” Her voice dropped, quieter now. “And sometimes there are still moments, irrational and fleeting as they are, where I wonder if you will eventually leave. Or if you will choose someone else.”
Jane’s heart felt like it cracked at that, but she didn’t recoil. She leaned in instead, sitting up. “Hey,” she murmured. “Look at me.”
Maura did.
“I’m not him,” Jane said, her voice steady but full of emotion. “I’m not going anywhere. Not for anyone. Not ever.”
Maura searched her face, as if reaffirming something she already knew but needed to feel. “I know,” she whispered. “And you have proven that. Repeatedly.”
Jane brushed her thumb along Maura’s cheek. “But he’s the reason those thoughts exist at all?”
Maura nodded. “And I just don’t feel compelled to give him access to me again. Not after everything it took to rebuild myself.”
Jane nodded, completely accepting that. “Then don’t.”
Maura exhaled, some of the tension leaving her body as she leaned into Jane, resting her head against her shoulder.
Jane wrapped her arms around her, holding her close, protective without being overwhelming. “I just…wanted you to know the option’s there,” Jane whispered before she pressed a kiss to her hair. “On your terms. Always.”
Maura’s fingers curled lightly into Jane’s shirt. “Thank you,” she said.
*
The call came right in the middle of dinner the next night.
Jane had just settled back against the couch, plate balanced on her knee, while Maura sat tucked into her side, close. That’s when Maura’s phone buzzed on the coffee table.
Once.
Twice.
Both calls being ignored.
Jane glanced at it casually the third time and that’s when she saw the initials A.I. She didn’t say anything, but she felt just how tense Maura was beside her. The phone just kept vibrating and Maura exhaled sharply through her nose, irritation building. “This is the fourth time today he’s called me in clusters like that.”
“Want me to-” Jane started.
Before she could finish, Maura grabbed the phone. “Actually,” she said, a tight edge in her voice, “yes.”
Maura answered it, immediately hit speaker, then, without a word, placed the phone into Jane’s hand.
Jane blinked slowly and looked from the phone in her hand to her wife. “Maur-”
“Handle it,” Maura said flatly, picking up her fork again like this was a perfectly normal arrangement, like she wasn’t bothered at all by this.
Jane slowly nodded and hesitated a moment before she looked at the phone. “Dr. Isles.”
There was a brief pause on the other end, then Arthur’s voice came through. “Detective Rizzoli.”
“Yeah. Uhh, listen, now’s not really a great time,” Jane said, trying to keep her tone polite but firm. “We’re in the middle of dinner.”
“I apologize,” Arthur replied. “I was just hoping to speak with Maura.”
Jane glanced sideways at her wife and when she didn’t look up, just continued to eat, Jane looked down to the phone. “Here’s the thing, though. She’s made it pretty clear she doesn’t want to talk today.”
“I understand that,” Arthur said, though he clearly didn’t judging by how often he called. “But this is important. I…I have so much to tell her. So much I want to apologize for.”
Jane’s jaw clenched. “What you have to say might be important to you,” she replied, her voice still measured somehow, “but that doesn’t mean she owes you her time.”
A beat of silence passed before his voice came through. Quieter. “Please.”
Jane’s expression shifted slightly, but her tone didn’t soften much. She could hear his desperation. “Look, I’m trying to be respectful here. But you might wanna take the hint. Calling over and over like this? It’s not helping your case.”
“I just want a conversation with my daughter.”
“Okay, but she doesn’t want one,” Jane shot back, a little sharper now. “Maybe consider what she wants for once.”
There was something strained in Arthur’s next words. “I don’t expect forgiveness. I just want the opportunity to speak.”
Maura’s fork clattered softly against her plate and Jane felt it, that breaking point, before it even happened. “Dr. Isles-” Jane started.
“Stop calling him Doctor,” Maura’s voice cut through the room as she reached out and snatched her phone from Jane. “He is just a PhD.”
Jane raised her eyebrows at the absolute third degree burn she just inflicted, not used to hearing mean things come from her mouth.
Maura sat forward, gripping the phone tightly. “You don’t get to do this,” she snapped, her composure finally cracking. “You don’t get to insert yourself into my life repeatedly after decades of inconsistency and expect access to me.”
“Maura-”
“No,” she cut him off, her voice rising much like Jane’s had. “You forfeited that right. Do you understand? You do not get to demand emotional availability from me now simply because it is convenient for you.”
Her breathing hitched, anger bleeding into something more fragile. “I was a child,” she continued, voice shaking now. “And you made me complicit in your betrayal. You made me carry that. Alone.”
Jane shifted closer, her hand gently rested against Maura’s back, rubbing soft, slow circles but Maura barely seemed to notice as she just continued on.
“And now you call incessantly,” she went on, tears starting to form, “as though persistence will somehow negate the years of absence and damage.”
“Maura, I-”
“I don’t want to hear it!” she shouted.
The words echoed in the quiet house and then, just like that, her shoulders started to shake and her grip on her phone faltered, tears finally spilled over.
Jane immediately moved closer and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into her side, her other hand taking the phone gently from her shaky hand. Maura tried to steady her breathing, but the emotion was already loose, raw and unfiltered, and she couldn’t. She knew she shouldn’t get this worked up, it was bad for her right now….but she couldn’t control it.
“This isn’t the way to do this,” Jane said into the phone. When that was met with silence, she had a feeling Arthur was having the same breakdown as Maura. She sighed as she watched her wife cry, knowing how much pain she was in. Jane had experience in the shitty father department too but that meant she also understood that closure was a good thing. “Look,” she said, more measured now. “Maybe this doesn’t happen over the phone. If there’s gonna be a conversation, no matter how it ends, it should be in person.“
Maura stiffened slightly at that, pulling back just enough to look at her, her expression almost crossing into betrayal but Jane shook her head and met her eyes, her expression soft but steady. “I’ll be there,” she added gently, for Maura more than for him. “You need closure.”
A long pause followed before Arthur’s voice came through, clearly filled with emotion. “I would like that.”
Jane didn’t respond right away and kept her gaze on Maura as she spoke. “It was just a suggestion, though, and this only happens if she wants it.”
Maura swallowed, her eyes still glassy, emotions warring behind them, not entirely sure how to feel. “I…” She hesitated, breath uneven. “I will not be alone with him.”
“You won’t be,” Jane said immediately.
Maura closed her eyes briefly, then nodded, just once. “Fine,” she said quietly. “One conversation.”
Jane looked at the phone again, all business now. “We’ll set something up. But until then? You stop calling like this.”
“Understood.”
Jane ended the call without another word and put Maura’s phone on the coffee table.
Silence settled over the room and Maura let out a shaky breath, leaning fully into Jane now, exhaustion replacing anger.
Jane wrapped both arms around her, holding her close. “You okay?” she asked softly.
Maura shook her head faintly against her shoulder. “No,” she admitted. “But I will be.”
Jane pressed a kiss to her head and nodded. “You know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“I know,” Maura whispered, “but you are right. I need closure. I want everything with him to stop having this much control over me.”
Jane tightened her hold. “Then we’ll face it together.”
*
That following Friday night found Arthur sitting in a booth at a bar his daughter-in-law had suggested. The Dirty Robber was neutral ground, Jane had said. Jane knew the place well and apparently so did Maura. They felt comfortable there and so Arthur had agreed.
He looked up when he heard footsteps approaching and watched as the two of them slid into the booth, Jane first, then Maura right beside her, their shoulders touching. He smiled in his usual composed way, eyes flickering between the two of them before settling on Maura. She was beautiful. Had grown into such a lovely woman, unfortunately no thanks to him, but it still made him proud to see her, to know how much she accomplished in her life.
When neither woman spoke, Arthur exhaled slightly. “Thank you both for agreeing to meet.”
Maura’s expression remained cool and controlled. “This is a singular occurrence, not an indication of future availability.”
Jane hid a small sigh and glanced over at her but Arthur simply nodded, accepting that without argument. “I understand. I just wanted to convey to you how deeply sorry I am. For everything.”
Maura didn’t react, at least not outwardly so Arthur continued, choosing his words carefully. “I’m…so very sorry for what I asked of you. For my absence. For the ways in which I failed you. I don’t expect forgiveness, I haven’t earned that, but I would like the opportunity to know you again. To understand who you’ve become,” his gaze shifted briefly to Jane. “and to know the person you’ve chosen to build a life with.”
Jane stayed still and silent, but her posture sharpened just slightly.
Maura exhaled softly, almost like a restrained sigh, then, with a small shrug, she said, “Okay, so, what would you like to know?”
It wasn’t exactly warm but it wasn’t a refusal either and Arthur seemed to recognize that. He studied her for a moment. “What do you feel comfortable sharing?”
Maura blinked and thought about that for a moment as the waitress came over and gave them all waters and gave Arthur a menu, already knowing what the two regulars would be having for dinner. Maura watched her go before she looked at Jane. They held eye contact for a moment before Maura looked at her father. “We can start with my marriage. That’s one of the most significant changes since we’ve talked last.”
“Okay,” Arthur said softly. “How did you two meet? Work I’m assuming?”
Maura’s lips turned up just slightly at the memory and nodded and Jane chuckled just a little as she took a sip of water. “It was…not an ideal introduction,” Maura answered
Jane huffed another quiet laugh. “That’s one way to put it.”
*
Eight Years Earlier
The BPD café was crowded, loud, filled with off-duty officers and half-finished conversations. Maura stood in line, precise and composed as always, mentally cataloging the inefficiencies of the ordering system, and that’s when she noticed her. A woman leaning against the counter. Hair messy, boobs pushed up, heavy eyeliner, and skirt too short for the weather.
Maura assessed her quickly as a sex worker and then listened to the conversation she was having with the mean looking man behind the counter. She didn’t have the money to pay for coffee. Maura hesitated for just a moment before she stepped forward. “Excuse me,” she said softly. “You appear to be in need of financial assistance.”
Jane blinked. “What?”
Maura reached into her purse. “I would like to purchase your coffee.”
Jane stared at her now incredulously. “You think I can’t afford coffee?”
Maura tilted her head slightly. “Well, you are arguing with that man about payment and statistically, individuals in your line of work experience income instability-”
“My line of work?” Jane repeated, voice rising.
Maura didn’t seem to notice and simply held out the cash, completely unfazed. “There is no shame in it.”
Jane stepped closer to her, lowering her voice, now offended, more so than she would have normally been by this mistake because she had been undercover for months now and it was taking a toll. “I’m not a hooker, lady,” she hissed.
Maura frowned slightly, her eyes roaming over her before looking into her eyes. “Then your attire is-”
“Part of a case,” Jane snapped. “I’m a detective in Vice.”
Maura blinked. “…Oh.”
Jane crossed her arms. “Yeah. Oh.”
Maura slowly lowered the money back into her purse and quirked an eyebrow. “I see. That would explain the incongruity.”
Jane stared at her for another second and clenched her jaw. “Did you just…insult me?”
Maura, who was having enough of this detective’s attitude, shrugged. “Depends on if you know what the word ‘incongruity’ means, Officer.”
Jane narrowed her eyes. “Detective,” she growled before she stormed away.
*
Present
Arthur watched them closely with a soft smile as the memory settled between them, each telling bits and pieces of the story. Jane was smiling more now, her head tilted toward Maura and Maura…looked different, softer now. Still not open, but not entirely closed off anymore either.
“It was a misinterpretation,” Maura said, but there was the slightest hint of amusement in her voice now.
“You offered to pay for my coffee like I was some charity case and then insulted my intelligence,” Jane added with a grin.
“You presented misleading visual indicators and you were so rude,” Maura huffed out a small laugh.
Jane looked at Arthur with a smile. “I had been undercover for months and I hated working Vice, so I was a bit…short tempered.”
Arthur chuckled lightly and nodded. “So, how did you two go from that initial misunderstanding to something more substantial?”
Maura tilted her head, considering the question. “It required a subsequent interaction under more appropriate circumstances,” she said.
Jane smirked. “Translation to that is, we met again a few weeks later when I wasn’t dressed like I was working a sting, I had gotten sleep, a lot of coffee, and was told I was going to be promoted to Homicide soon.”
*
Eight Years Earlier
Maura stood just inside the Vice bullpen, hands clasped neatly in front of her, scanning the room as if cataloging every person and object until she spotted her almost immediately.
Detective Jane Rizzoli, this time in a suit, badge visible, posture entirely different from the woman in the café. She looked confident, grounded, and quite frankly, less angry. After their little conversation and misunderstanding, Maura had asked one of the lab techs about a tall brunette in Vice and immediately got a backstory on the detective. Apparently she was always that fierce but extremely good at her job.
Maura approached her desk cautiously and Jane looked up from her desk when she heard heels, freezing for a second when she saw her. The woman who she had been insanely rude to was, of course, the new medical examiner. She had found that out last week and had been meaning to make a trip down to the morgue to say sorry. “Oh,” Jane breathed.
Maura stopped in front of her desk and smiled. “Oh, indeed.”
A beat passed between them and then, simultaneously-
“I apologize-”
“I’m sorry-”
They both stopped when they started to say the same thing at the same time. After a beat they both laughed softly.
“Okay, no, you go,” Jane said with a smile.
Maura shook her head demurely and gestured at Jane. “No, no, by all means.”
“I’m sorry for snapping at you. I had been working a case for a very long time and I had been waiting on some important news and…everything was a lot and you caught my attitude because of it. I’m sorry.”
Maura nodded once and smiled, waving her off. “That is understandable. I also apologize for my incorrect assumption regarding your profession.”
Jane raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Yeah, that was something but I guess it just meant I’m good at my job, right?”
Maura laughed softly and nodded. “That’s an excellent way to look at it.”
Jane then gestured toward the empty chair next to her desk. “You wanna sit?”
Maura hesitated only briefly before doing so. “Dr. Maura Isles,” she said, extending her hand.
Jane took it, her grip firm, warm. “Detective Jane Rizzoli.”
Their hands lingered just a fraction longer than necessary but neither commented on it.
“So,” Jane said, leaning back. “You always offer to buy random strangers coffee?”
“Only when I believe they are in need.”
Jane grinned. “Good to know. So, you’re the new Chief Medical Examiner, right?”
Maura smiled more, not knowing why this woman knowing that about her made her so happy. She did her research too. “Yes.”
Jane nodded. “Guess that means we’re gonna be seeing a lot of each other. I just got a promotion.”
Maura raised her eyebrows and smiled even more. “Really? Was that your news you have been waiting on?”
Jane nodded, her smile bright as ever, not able to hide her excitement. “It was. I’ll be up in Homicide by the end of the month.”
“Congratulations, Detective, I’m sure you’ve more than earned that spot. I look forward to working closely with you,” Maura said warmly.
*
Present
“She offered me coffee again later,” Jane said lightly as she looked at Arthur. “As a congrats.”
Maura’s lips curved faintly. “Yes. Under more appropriate circumstances.”
Arthur watched them both, quieter now, absorbing the ease between them. It was quite beautiful. “And that was the beginning?” he asked.
Jane shook her head slightly. “Oh, no, no, not even close,” she said with a laugh. “That was just the part where we stopped insulting each other.”
Maura reached under the table and took Jane’s hand in hers, lacing their fingers together “It was an effective foundation for the future, though. Building a friendship first.”
Jane squeezed her hand gently and nodded. “Yeah,” she murmured. “It was.”
The tension at the table had shifted. Although it was not gone completely, it was looser. The conversation was no longer clipped or purely transactional, Jane’s posture had relaxed just enough, and Maura wasn’t sitting like she was a statue.
Arthur took a sip of his water. “And when…did you realize this would become more than a friendship? I mean, I honestly wasn’t aware that you even dated women.”
There it was.
Maura’s shoulders straightened slightly, a flicker of irritation crossing her face, and Jane winced a bit because the mood had been getting better.
Arthur raised his hand and shook his head. “I don’t have any problem with it, I just didn’t know.”
“There is a great deal you do not know about me,” Maura said coolly. “I realized I was bisexual when I was sixteen though that information was not something I felt inclined to share, given the nature of our relationship.”
Jane’s expression tightened just slightly, not at Maura, but at the implication behind that. Maura never felt comfortable enough to talk to her father.
Arthur absorbed it quietly and nodded. “I see.”
Maura exhaled, some of that sharpness fading more quickly this time, and when she spoke again, her voice was steadier. “As for your question…” She glanced briefly at Jane. “It was not immediate.”
Jane let out a soft laugh. “That’s putting it mildly.”
Maura ignored that, mostly. “Jane and I demonstrated consistent behavioral patterns over an extended period of time during our friendship. Kindness, loyalty, reliability, and we grew very close. She was aware of my orientation, too. I disclosed it early in our acquaintance, and she has the same orientation, so, it made sense we developed more intense feelings and she asked me on a date. We had known each other approximately a year at that point and…Jane had gone through something difficult,” Maura was of course referencing Charles Hoyt and the basement but she would never share that with her father, “and when she came out of it, she had this seize the day type of attitude.”
Jane shrugged as she sipped her water. She smirked a bit and looked at Arthur. “I took a shot. No time like the present and all that.”
Maura smiled a bit. “I did not accept immediately, though.”
Jane barked a quiet laugh, turning her head so fast to look at her. “Immediately? Maur, you made me wait months.”
Maura lifted her chin slightly. “Approximately six.”
Arthur blinked in shock. “Six months?”
Jane nodded her head, amused but also a little exasperated even now. “I thought she was never gonna say yes.”
Maura’s expression tightened again, but not at Jane, at the memory. “I required time,” she said, more firmly now. “Because trust, for me, is not easily established. I trusted Jane as a friend but not as a romantic partner.”
Jane’s smile faded just a touch, her attention fully on Maura now.
Maura’s voice grew sharper, not at Jane, but at the past she was pulling into the present as she spoke to her father. “I had no empirical evidence to suggest that a romantic relationship with her would not result in abandonment or infidelity. In fact, my existing data suggested the opposite. That it would.”
Arthur went very still.
“So yes,” Maura continued, emotion threading through her otherwise controlled tone, “I made her wait. I analyzed every interaction. I questioned her intentions. Repeatedly.”
Jane huffed softly. “She interrogated me worse than any suspect I’ve ever questioned.”
“I was thorough,” Maura said as she gently squeezed Jane’s hand, “because I did not believe it would last and I was terrified of losing her. Even as just my friend, she is my rock.”
That landed.
Arthur looked between them, the weight of that statement settling in. “I owe both of you an apology for the damage that informed that fear. For creating a framework in which trust was difficult to build. You should not have had to question whether someone would stay in your life or whether they would be faithful.”
Jane and Maura both listened intently to his words and after a moment, Maura’s shoulders lowered just a fraction more. Not forgiveness, not even close, but something less rigid than before.
Jane looked between Maura and Arthur and waited just a moment before she focused on him. “Do you…want to hear about how your daughter interrogated me?”
Both Arthur and Maura laughed softly and he nodded his head. “Please.”
*
Seven Years and Six Months Earlier
Jane’s apartment was quieter than usual that night. No tv, no police scanner, just the low hum of the refrigerator and the faint clink of a beer bottle as Jane set it down on the coffee table. Maura stood near the center of the room, still in her coat, posture rigid, like she hadn’t fully decided whether she was staying or going.
Jane leaned back against the couch, watching her carefully. “…Are you gonna sit,” she asked slowly, “or is this like a pop quiz situation where I’m already failing?”
Maura ignored the comment. “I have questions.”
Jane blinked once and then nodded, becoming serious. “Yeah, I figured.”
Maura removed her coat with deliberate precision, draping it neatly over the chair before finally sitting on the couch but her back was straight and her hands folded in her lap like this was very formal.
Jane shifted, giving her full attention now because she knew this wasn’t casual. Maura had asked to come over and talk about the potential of dating. “Okay,” Jane said, quieter. “Ask me anything.”
Maura held her gaze for a moment before she started. “If you were in a romantic relationship what would your expectations be regarding exclusivity?”
Jane didn’t even hesitate. “Total. I’m not interested in anything halfway. If I’m with someone, I’m with them. No games, no options, no keeping a door open just in case something better comes along.”
“Okay,” Maura breathed as she nodded. “How do you typically respond to conflict within interpersonal relationships?”
Jane huffed faintly but smiled a little. “You mean do I yell?”
Maura shrugged. “If that is your primary method of communication, then yes.”
“Depends. I don’t shut down. I don’t walk away and pretend nothing’s wrong. I deal with it and I only get loud when I’m passionate about fixing something, never just yelling to be mean or hateful. I have strong emotions when it comes to the people I adore in my life. I might not handle things perfectly every time but the one thing I will do is stay.”
Maura’s expression flickered, something thoughtful, something weighing, and nodded again when Jane gave a pretty perfect answer. “What about fidelity under conditions of emotional or physical strain?”
Jane blinked. “Wow. That’s specific.”
Maura hummed and nodded. “It is relevant. Trust me.”
Jane slowly leaned forward, elbows on her knees as she watched Maura intently. “I don’t cheat. I never have and I never will. Look, I get why you’re asking, something happened to you in the past, and you don’t have to explain it now, but that’s not me. I don’t bail when things get hard, and I don’t go looking for someone else just because it’s easier. Once I’m committed, you’re stuck with me.”
Maura swallowed, her breathing a bit more shallow now. “Even if the relationship becomes complicated for any reason?”
Jane held her gaze. “Especially then. When I fall in love and commit to someone, nothing can make me stray or leave except for the other person hurting me. I’m loyal.”
Maura shifted slightly, her fingers tightening together in her lap. “Define loyalty.”
Jane let out a quiet breath, almost a laugh, but not in a dismissive way, more like, okay, we’re really doing this way. “Showing up, even when it’s inconvenient. Having their back when it matters. Not talking about them behind their back. Not walking away the second things get messy, and not making them feel like they’re temporary.”
That one hung in the air and Maura’s composure slipped just a fraction.
This next question Maura was a little more nervous to ask but she pressed on. She needed to know. “Would you…would you prioritize your partner over your career?”
Jane frowned slightly. “That’s not really a fair question.”
Maura’s heart rate spiked a smidge. “Why not?”
“Because it’s not an either-or thing?” Jane said gently. “I can care about my job and still choose someone. It’s about balance.”
When Maura didn’t look convinced, Jane reached out and gently held Maura’s hand. “Okay, you want to know if I had to pick, which one I would choose? I get it. So, if it came down to it, I would always pick my career over my partner, I always have….but not if my partner is you. You’re not coming second to a thing, Maura Isles.”
That made Maura really pause, her fingers tightening in Jane’s hand as her eyes grew a little misty. She cleared her throat, needing to finish these questions. “If trust were initially limited in the relationship, how would you respond?”
“I’d earn it,” Jane said like it was the simplest thing in the world. “As long as it takes.”
Maura’s breath hitched almost imperceptibly and suddenly this apartment felt smaller but not in a bad way. She leaned a little closer to Jane now. “One final question. Why me?”
Jane blinked. Of all the questions, that was the one that caught her off guard. “You really don’t know?”
Maura shook her head.
A faint, almost disbelieving smile formed on Jane’s lips and she sighed. “Because you’re you.”
Maura frowned slightly. “That is not sufficiently specific.”
Jane huffed a quiet laugh. “Okay, then how about this? Because you’re the smartest person I’ve ever met and you don’t use it to make people feel small. Because you care on such a deep level. Because you see things differently than everyone else and somehow that makes everything make more sense. And because when I’m around you, I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”
Maura inhaled sharply and looked down at their hands for a moment before she looked into Jane’s eyes. “You have answered all inquiries satisfactorily. I will agree to one date.”
Jane smiled wide, her eyes sparkling. “Seriously?”
Maura couldn’t help but smile too as she watched how happy Jane was getting. “Yes.”
*
Present
The memory faded gently, leaving the three of them back in the booth, low light, quiet clinking glasses, the weight of the past settling into something more manageable.
“Yeah,” Jane said, shaking her head slightly. “That interrogation? Brutal.”
Maura glanced at her, but there was no bite in it now. “It was necessary.”
“Oh, I know,” Jane teased lightly. “I just felt like I needed a lawyer.”
Arthur exhaled slowly, some tension he’d been carrying finally releasing. “I am… relieved. Relieved that you found someone who was willing to meet you where you were. With patience and consistency,” he said softly before his gaze shifted to Jane. “You are very kind to her.”
Jane shrugged a little, almost uncomfortable with the praise. “I just show up.”
Maura’s eyes flicked to her again and she leaned into her a bit.
Arthur nodded and smiled. “That is not a small thing.”
“You’re right. It’s not,” Maura said softly. “Actually, you likely owe Jane more than one apology.”
Jane blinked and looked at her wife. “Maura.”
“No,” Maura continued, calm but direct as she looked at her father. “The first year of our romantic relationship was statistically more difficult on her than average. I was frequently suspicious, particularly when her work required extended hours or unpredictable scheduling. I engaged in repetitive questioning, sought reassurance at a frequency that may be classified as excessive. At times, I was overly critical.”
Jane tilted her head and smirked a bit, clearly no hard feelings between them. “You were a little intense.”
Maura gave Jane a look and playfully pinched her arm, smiling a bit when she laughed. She then met her father’s eyes again. “My behavior was directly correlated to my prior experiences. Experiences for which you bear partial responsibility.”
The words weren’t sharp this time, just true.
Arthur nodded slowly. “I understand,” he said before turned to Jane again. “Then I owe you another apology as well for the difficulty my actions caused you. For what you had to navigate that should not have been yours to manage.”
Jane held his gaze but shook her head slightly. “You don’t owe me that.”
Arthur frowned faintly. “I believe I do.”
Jane leaned back a bit, her tone easy but sincere. “Look, yeah, it wasn’t always easy but I never saw it as work. I knew she needed to do what she needed to do to feel safe in what we were building together and eventually that trust would come. She wasn’t trying to be controlling, she was just scared and I knew that. So, it wasn’t like…something to fix. It was just something we had to get through.”
Jane’s expression softened and she looked at Maura. “And now you never doubt me and you are more than worth everything we went through at the start.”
Arthur watched that exchange carefully, taking it in, understanding more than he had before.
Maura’s composure slipped just a little more, her shoulders lowering as she looked at Jane. “You know, now that I think about it, you never have expressed any resentment.”
Jane smiled more and squeezed her hand, her thumb caressing her skin. “I never had any.”
Maira blinked a couple times, rapidly, before she kissed her lips quickly and looked at her father. “This,” she said, gesturing slightly between herself and Jane, “is what stability looks like. Just in case you needed to know I have that now.”
Arthur nodded, a gentle smile forming as he nodded. “I can see that,” he said quietly.
When the waitress came back to take their orders, the tension lifted a little more with the promise of food coming. Once she left the table, Arthur folded his hands lightly and looked between them. “So, I have another question. Which of you proposed?”
Jane immediately grinned. “We both did. It’s a good story. So, full disclosure, I told her I wanted to marry her like three weeks into dating.”
Arthur blinked and then laughed softly. “Three weeks?”
Maura closed her eyes briefly and nodded with an exasperated but loving smile. “Yes.”
Jane held up her hands. “Hey, I also said I’d wait.”
“That does not negate the intensity of the initial declaration,” Maura replied with a breathy laugh as she opened her eyes and looked at Jane.
Jane shrugged and smirked more. “What can I say, I knew what I wanted.”
Arthur looked between them, intrigued. “And you waited then?”
Jane nodded, her expression softening as she glanced at Maura. “Yeah. I knew she needed time. So I didn’t push. I figured I would let her bring it up again.”
Maura picked up from there, her tone quieter now. “It took approximately three years after that for me to reach a level of emotional security sufficient to make that commitment without significant anticipatory anxiety.”
Jane smiled faintly, completely in love with her wife and kissed her temple before looking at Arthur. “Translation is she finally trusted I wasn’t gonna disappear or cheat. Then she beat me to it.”
Arthur looked at Maura in surprise. “You proposed first?”
Maura gave a small nod. “Yes. Who would have guessed?”
Jane’s grin widened. “And she did it my way.”
Maura exhaled fondly but still with a hint of exasperation. “Yes. Jane’s way.”
*
Three Years Earlier
Fenway Park buzzed with energy. Crowds cheering, the crack of a bat echoing across the field, and the smell of beer and hot dogs thick in the summer air.
Jane sat back in her seat, completely at ease, one arm draped casually along the back of Maura’s chair. “This,” she said, gesturing around, “is a perfect night.”
Maura looked around, taking it all in. The noise, the chaos, the complete lack of controlled variables. “It is…loud.”
Jane laughed, handing her a hot dog. “You love it.”
“I tolerate it. For you,” Maura corrected with a look as she accepted the food but her eyes were still bright. Jane went to museums, silent films, spent endless hours shopping with her, going to cooking classes, and pottery making classes with her and didn’t complain….well, all that much. Even so, she still did it all. For Maura. And really, this was the only thing Jane ever asked her to do that she really didn’t like that much but any activity she was doing with Jane ended up being fun in some way.
The crowd roared as something happened on the field, but Maura barely noticed because she was watching Jane. She was watching the gorgeous way she smiled, the way she leaned forward, completely present, completely alive in a way Maura had come to recognize as uniquely Jane. The way she always made her feel so safe and steady. Her absolute rock. Jane had endlessly made her feel seen, heard, and loved and Maura couldn’t believe she had been so lucky in this life to get to be loved and adored by Jane Rizzoli. Her love had always been very intense and powerful and honestly, overwhelming at first, but now Maura was addicted to being the center of Jane’s intensity. It was euphoric and she wanted this to last a lifetime so she knew what she was finally ready to do.
When she felt the time was right, Maura reached into her bag and pulled out the box. Jane didn’t notice at first because she was too focused on the game.
“Hey,” Maura said, reaching out to run her hand down Jane’s arm.
Jane turned. “Yeah?”
That was when Maura held out a small box and Jane looked down at it and blinked. “….W-What’s that?”
Maura’s voice was calm but there was something underneath it, something deeper and emotional. “You once told me that if I were to propose, this would be your preferred setting.”
Jane stared at her, her chest rising and falling fast. “Are you serious right now?”
Maura nodded once and smiled brightly. “Yes. I have conducted sufficient analysis and I have determined that the probability of long-term relational success with you is exceptionally high.”
Jane let out a quiet, disbelieving laugh, tears forming in her eyes. “Really? That’s your pitch?”
Maura’s smile grew more and she laughed. “It is part of it,” she said before she opened the box to reveal a gorgeous diamond, big, but not too big for a homicide detective to wear comfortably in the field because as much as Maura wanted to give her the world in a diamond, she didn’t want Jane to ever need to take it off so she had to relax a little in the design. “And,” she added, quieter now, “I love you, I trust you, and I want the rest of my life to be lived along side yours. So, Jane Rizzoli, will you marry me?”
Jane didn’t hesitate, not even for a second, hardly even letting her get the question out before she beamed and nodded. “Yes! God, yes, of course I will!”
Maura leaned forward and kissed Jane lovingly, pouring every bit of adoration she had for her into the kiss. When they broke apart, she sniffled and laughed softly as she pulled the diamond from the box and carefully slipped it onto Jane’s finger.
Jane let out a shaky breath and laughed in disbelief as she looked at the ring, now at home on her finger. “This feels so surreal,” she said as they both laughed again. “It’s beautiful!”
Maura beamed at a job well done and cupped Jane’s cheeks, kissing her deeper. “I love you.”
Jane smiled so wide she could hardly kiss Maura. “I love you, too.”
*
Present
Arthur sat back slightly, absorbing the story with a warm smile, his eyes sparkling. “At a baseball game?” He asked with a laugh.
“Yes,” Maura replied with an eye roll but a warm smile nonetheless. “With hot dogs.”
“And beer,” Jane hummed with a peaceful smile on her lips.
Arthur shook his head faintly as he looked to Maura. “And you did that for her.”
Maura glanced at Jane and kissed her cheek before looking at her dad. “Of course.”
Jane squeezed her hand under the table. “Best proposal ever.”
Maura grimaced playfully and shook her head. “Well, no, I don’t think so but it was completely aligned with your preferences and that’s what mattered.”
Jane smirked. “It was perfect,” she said brightly before she reached across and gently tapped Maura’s hand where her ring was. “And then I proposed to her too. I wanted it to be in the way she envisioned. So, when she didn’t expect it, I took her to her favorite, very pretentious, French restaurant, got dressed up, even wore a dress and heels for her, did it over a candlelit dinner. Soft music, quiet private room, just us…and I spent seven months of my salary on this ring,” she couldn’t help but add as she lifted Maura’s hand and showed Arthur the ring. “Not that I want to brag or anything,” she teased, “but I couldn’t have the Chief Medical Examiner of the Commonwealth walking around with a pebble.”
Maura’s lips twitched into a smile and as much as she tried to hold it back, she laughed a bit. “You are impossible.”
When their food arrived a moment later, the conversation drifted as they ate, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.
Half way through, Arthur brought up another tough subject. “So…how was the wedding?” He asked hesitantly.
Jane and Maura exchanged a glance, then Jane spoke. They all knew he hadn’t been on the guest list. “Well,” Jane said with a soft smile, trying not to let this get uncomfortable again, “there were plenty of fun moments. Like the cake cutting. We got frosting everywhere. I think half of it ended on my dress.”
Maura chuckled and shook her head. “And the first dance when you tried to twirl me and I nearly fell flat on my face.”
“Well, technically you did fall a little,” Jane teased. “But I recovered you like a pro and you didn’t know truly how close I was to dropping you.”
Maura laughed and gently slapped Jane’s arm.
Jane shook her head, smiling. “Oh, and remember the photo booth? You insisted on taking thirty selfies with every single family member and I looked like I was trapped in a very cute, but very slow hostage situation.”
Maura laughed, leaning her head on Jane’s shoulder for a moment. “Totally worth it, though. We have amazing pictures.”
Arthur watched quietly, a small, amused smile spreading across his face but his eyes showed a longing in them. “Sounds like it was…a lot of fun.”
Jane winked at Maura. “Yeah. Perfect little chaos. Totally us.”
Maura nodded, smiling softly, before she looked at her father. “It was very fun…but you know it wasn’t just a perfect day. There were gaps too.”
Arthur frowned slightly. “Gaps?”
“Yes,” Maura said, her voice steady but soft. “Neither of you were there. You and Jane’s father. We know it was our choice but it hurt both of us.”
Arthur’s shoulders tensed. “Maura…”
She held up a hand, stopping him. “I know you’re going to apologize again but I just needed to say it. It left a mark and it was hard.”
Arthur’s expression fell. “I am so sorry.”
Maura watched him carefully, her own emotions churning, then took a deep breath and to everyone’s shock, she nodded slightly. “Okay. I… I accept your apology.”
Arthur blinked, surprise and relief washed over his face. “You… you do?”
“Yes,” Maura said, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “I accept it. That doesn’t erase the past, but it means something. It means I want to move forward.”
Jane reached over under the table, squeezing Maura’s hand gently again. “I’m proud of you, Maur.”
Maura gave her a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, Janie. And thank you for being here with me.”
Jane smiled and shook her head. “My pleasure.”
The three of them sat in a quiet, soft moment, the weight of past hurts lightened slightly by honesty, acknowledgment, and acceptance. Arthur blinked, a faint tremor in his voice, though he tried to hide it behind a composed mask. “Thank you, both of you. Truly. For your forgiveness. It means more than I can say.”
Maura and Jane both gave him kind smiles and nodded.
Arthur let out a soft laugh as he dried the corners of his eyes, swallowing hard and taking a breath. “So… what’s next for you two then? You’re both successful career women, married, happy. Where does the journey go from here?”
Jane glanced at Maura and Maura’s eyes met hers. They exchanged a small, knowing shrug, smiles tugging at their lips. Jane took a deep breath and let the words spill out, teasing but full of warmth as she looked at Arthur. “Well…Maura’s three months pregnant. So, there is that.”
Arthur froze for a moment, his mouth slightly open, eyes wide. “You… what?” He looked over Maura like he could maybe see some sign that was true.
Maura laughed softly, a hand moving to her stomach, her expression warm and bright. “That’s the next chapter.”
Arthur’s hand went to his chest, as if trying to contain his surprise and joy. He shook his head slowly, a mix of disbelief and happiness. “Wow…wow! Congratulations, both of you!”
Maura reached across the table, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “Thanks. We’re excited…and scared, but mostly excited,” she laughed softly.
Jane leaned back, smiling proudly at her wife, then at Arthur. “Yeah, we’re ready. We had been trying for a while to have me carry but I kept having miscarriages and eventually the IVF just stopped taking,” she smiled sadly but shook her head, the memories painful but they had something to look forward to now. She gave Maura a reassuring smile when she felt her concerned eyes. “But it worked like a charm with Maur.”
She leaned forward and kissed her lips gently. Maura hummed before she looked at her father. “We ended up using a sperm donor who had similar features to mine and Jane’s egg so the baby is a bit of us both.”
Arthur’s eyes softened, a small, almost hidden tear in the corner. He quickly brushed it away. “Well, I’ll be very excited to meet my first grandbaby.”
Maura smiled more and nodded. “I’m sure you’ll be a wonderful grandfather.”
And in that quiet moment, between laughter, love, and the weight of new beginnings, it felt like the family they had built, complex, imperfect, but fiercely devoted, was ready for whatever came next.
*
Epilogue
The hospital room was bright with morning light, filtered softly through the blinds. Maura sat in the bed, cradling their newborn daughter in her arms. The little bundle, wrapped snugly in a pink blanket, let out a tiny, perfect yawn.
Jane sat close on the bed as well, one hand on the back of Maura’s neck and rubbed softly, the other gently brushing their baby’s soft, black hair.
Around them, the rest of the Rizzoli clan had gathered, family and friends, all smiles, laughter, and a few happy tears.
“Look at her,” Jane whispered, voice full of awe. “Our little Regina Rizzoli.”
Maura smiled more, rocking her gently. “She’s quite literally perfect, Jane. Baby GiGi.”
The door opened quietly and in walked Maura’s parents. Constance gave a little gasp, her hands going to her mouth, while Arthur’s expression softened, a little emotional but trying to stay composed.
“She’s so beautiful,” Constance said, stepping closer, eyes shimmering as she looked down at her granddaughter.
Arthur hesitated for a heartbeat, then stepped forward as well, his heart thudding hard. Maura looked up at him, a small, fond smile tugging at her lips. She was happy they had made amends six months before. Their relationship had been building back up and so was the trust. “Would you like to hold her?” she asked softly.
Arthur’s eyes widened slightly, and then, carefully with a nod, he took the little bundle from Maura. When Regina’s tiny fingers curled around his thumb as he held her, a tentative but tender smile spread across his face and he swore he could melt into a puddle. “She’s amazing, Maura,” he murmured softly, his voice almost cracking. “Just amazing.”
Jane watched quietly, her hand finding Maura’s and squeezed it gently. Maura leaned against her, a quiet contentment settling over her as she watched her parents cooing at their tiny baby.
Arthur looked down at Regina, then over to Maura and Jane together, and a small, almost shy laugh escaped him. “I can’t believe I’m finally holding her. I’m so proud of you. Both of you.”
The room was warm with quiet laughter, soft coos from the baby, and the unspoken promise of family, new, complicated, and fiercely loving. Jane wrapped both arms around Maura and rested her head against hers. “We made it,” she said softly.
Maura smiled, glancing at their daughter, then snuggling into her wife. “Yeah. We really did.”
And in that moment, surrounded by love, laughter, and new beginnings, the Rizzoli and Isles family felt whole.