Chapter 15

Mauras POV
"Are you okay?" Frankie asked me, smiling sympathetically as he handed me a cup of instant coffee. I didn't bother complaining or explaining why I didn't drink instant coffee. It wasn't the time; he was just trying to be sweet. I made a mental note to bring it up the next time I saw him though. I nodded silently, taking a deep breath as I let my head fall against the back of his sofa. I knew he was dying to be where the action was.

"Do you mind if I use your phone?" I asked, placing the cup of coffee on the table in front of me. He handed me his cell phone and nodded toward his bedroom. I bit my lip and looked across at Imogen who was still sleeping.

"Go, I'll watch her." He said with the same sympathetic smile on his lips, his hand softly squeezing my shoulder as he spoke. I smiled a thank you in his direction as I made my way to his strangely neat bedroom. I made sure to put Frankie's phone on private before I dialled my father's number, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath as it began to ring.

"Doyle." It made me uncomfortable that we answered the phone the exact same way.

"Someone broke into our house today." I said simply, biting down on the inside of my mouth as a few moments of silence passed. He knew something.

"Are you both okay?" I rolled my eyes at his question, noting that he had deliberately left Jane out of his question.

"Imogen was fast asleep; Jane was the one who noticed. I barely got out of the car before she sent me to her brothers." I laughed dryly, knowing it would be killing him to know her family was taking care of us, not him. "Do you know anything?" I kept my tone dry and accusing, not letting any of my emotion seep through my words.

"It's just business, I'll sort it out." I laughed at his words, shaking my head as I tried to comprehend what he had just told me.

"Business? Someone breaking into my home and ripping down every bit of artwork Imogen had done…" I stopped, my breath catching in my throat as I noted that it was indeed all of Imogen's paintings that were torn up. "Has this got anything to do with Imogen?" The silence on the other end of the phone was more of answer than his words ever could be.

"Come see me and I'll explain."

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Mauras POV
"Hi beautiful girl." Janes quiet voice came from the living room as I placed Frankie's phone on his kitchen counter. I made sure to delete my father's number from the phone before I left the bedroom. Jane was placing light kisses against Imogens forehead. She was just waking up, so I knew this was the perfect time for me to leave so she wouldn't freak out.

"I'm going pick some things up from work." I said as I made a b-line for the door, my hand on my chest as I prayed that for once in my life, my lie would go unnoticed.

"Maura." Janes voice came from behind me as I climbed into my car. I sighed and opened my window, smiling as sweetly at her as I could. "Hives, Maura." I rolled my eyes and groaned, feeling the heat radiating from my chest.

"I'm going to see my father." At the sound of my words, she walked around to the passenger's side of the car and got in, buckling her seatbelt and looking at me with an expression that dared me to argue with her. We were a family now; there was no chance of her letting me go alone.

We drove in silence apart from Jane commenting on the weather and my hair a few times. She was nervous, that much was obvious. As we pulled into my father's driveway I saw her start to fidget beside me.

"Are you here as my girlfriend or as Detective Rizzoli?" I asked her when I turned the car off, turning to face her as I tried to gauge her reaction to my question.

"Who do you want me to be?" She asked quietly, reaching out and taking one of my hands in her own.

"I want you to be here as my partner, so I need you to leave your gun and your badge in the car." Her eyes widened at my words, and I could tell she was trying to decide if it was worth arguing with me about it. She let out a sigh of defeat, unclipping her gun and badge and placing them in the glove box in front of her.

I tried to hold her hand as we walked to the front door, but the closer we got the more I felt her hand pull away from mine. By the time I opened the front door for her, her hand had let go of mine completely. My father's assistant walked straight towards us and I noted that he had been standing in front of a particular door. I rolled my eyes as he put his hands up to stop us from continuing.

"He told me to come here; move." I told the man as I pushed past him, opening the door and walking straight into the study, Jane close behind me. My father's eyes zeroed in on Jane and it was obvious he was trying to intimidate her.

"Detective Rizzoli." He said with a thick voice, his eyes darting to mine as he shot me a disapproving look.

"Jane. I'm only here as Jane." She responded with a strong voice, pulling her blazer away from her body to reveal that she wasn't wearing her badge or gun, catching me off guard. I made note to tell her how proud I was of her later.

"Where's Imogen?" He asked, looking back at me as he sat back down behind his desk. I pulled a chair out for Jane, smiling sweetly as I took my place beside her.

"Why was our house broken into?" I asked him, completely surpassing his question. We weren't here to talk family, we were here to talk about why my first truly incredible memory of Jane, Imogen and I was torn apart this afternoon.

"Someone found out that Kate had a child." His phrase was simple, and by the way Jane gave no reaction; she had no idea what this meant for us or for Imogen.

"Anyone who wants to get to him or fish him out; Imogen is the perfect way to do so." I told Jane, turning my whole body to face her as I explained what it meant. Her face dropped as she nodded slowly, leaning across to take one of my hands in her own.

"The fact you and your sister are twins isn't going to help your situation either." My father added with a thick voice. Jane looked at me with more questions plastered all over her beautiful face.

"People know what Kate looks like. They see me on the street with Imogen and they're going to assume I am Kate." Her eyes widened as she took a deep breath, all the puzzle pieces falling into place.

"What do we do? Do we leave Boston for a while?" Jane asked, looking at Paddy as she spoke. I frowned slightly at the fact she was asking his specific opinion rather than mine.

"No. I will deal with it. You'll stay here until I do." I laughed at his words, shaking my head as Jane tightened her grip on my hand.

"Maybe you and Imogen should stay here for a little while." Her voice was quiet as she spoke, and I could tell it was pure fear speaking, not Jane. I shook my head at her, turning to look back at my father now.

"You are not going to dictate how I live my life."

"Maura this is really not the time for you to bring up your daddy issues." Jane said from beside me, her voice still quiet.

"Is Kate here?" I asked, pulling my hand away from Janes lap. He nodded, and a sudden hand on my shoulder made my whole body jump out of my seat. "Jesus Christ, Kate." Jane pursed her lips to stifle a giggle at my reaction.

"Sorry." Kate giggled, placing a hand on Janes shoulder softly, sharing a slight smile before she looked back at me.

"I'm going to bring Imogen over tonight, I'll go home and pack some things and be back tomorrow; is that okay?" I asked, wondering if Imogen would really be able to tell the difference between her biological mother and I. The only real physical difference was our hair colour.

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Mauras POV
"She really loves cuddles before bed." I instructed Kate as though she had never met Imogen before. I looked across at the toddler who was happily sitting in Janes arms, her head resting against her shoulder. "And we read to her to, studies show that reading to toddlers…"

"Maura." Jane chuckled quietly, swaying slowly from side to side in hopes Imogen would fall asleep before we left. Kate smiled empathetically at me as I sighed and turned my body toward the little girl.

"We'll be back tomorrow, okay?" I told her, pushing a strand of hair away from her sweet face. "Mommy will be back tomorrow." I realised what I had said and noticed Janes eyes dart from my face to Kate, who was standing behind me. Jane looked back to me awkwardly and I opted to not turn around and apologise. I took Imogen from Janes arms and cuddled her against my chest, covering her face in kisses.

"Hi, you." Kate smiled as she reached out to touch Imogen's hand softly. When Imogen didn't pull away, I handed her over. She pulled back from Kates chest slightly to look at her face, and her eyes widened as she looked between the two of us over and over again.

"There are two of us huh?" I giggled, leaning forward to kiss her cheek softly. She must have been so confused. "Promise me you'll read to her." I whispered to Kate who nodded, rolling her eyes as she leant forward and pressed her lips to my cheek. I swallowed hard when she moved away, my whole body stiff from the show of affection my sister had just shown me.

"Bye baby girl." Jane whispered as she covered Imogen's face in kisses before she pulled on my hand lightly, directing me to the front door.

"Maaaaa!" Imogen called suddenly, her eyes on Jane as she reached out for her over Kates shoulder.

"Keep going." Jane instructed me, her hand on my back guiding me to the front door when I turned around to follow Kate who was carrying Imogen into a different room.

"Why the hell did she call out for you and not me?!" I asked suddenly when we had left the house, realising what had just happened. When Jane didn't answer, I looked and found tears streaming down her olive toned face. "Jane!" I giggled as I pulled her into a close hug.

"I love that stupid idiot." She chuckled, burying her face in my neck.

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Mauras POV
"I'm going to call and check on her once more." I said as I let a pair of heels I had in my hands fall into the suitcase that was laying on the floor beside me. Jane chuckled as she grabbed the cell phone from my hands, darting out of the closet and making her way to the other side of the bed. "Jane…" I warned with a smile, knowing this was going to end with one of us begging for mercy.

"Nope." She smiled at me with dark eyes, placing the phone down the front of her pants. I licked my lips and looked her up and down, giggling when I noticed her wide eyes.

"But honey…" I started as I made my way towards her, lifting my shirt and letting it drop onto the floor beside me as I took slow steps toward her. Her eyes moved down my body to rest on my now bare chest before she cleared her throat, taking a step backwards. "Is it hot in here?" I asked with a frown, biting down on my bottom lip as I pushed my shorts down my legs and leaving them behind.

"Maura…" Jane swallowed hard as I got impossibly close, biting down on my bottom lip as I let my face hover inches from hers. I popped the button on her jeans, her eyes drifting closed as my lips kissed softly against her pulse point. I pulled the zip of her jeans down and let myself moan into her ear.

"Thank you." I whispered, biting down on her earlobe as I took the phone from her pants. I smiled smugly as I walked away, phone in my hands. I was proud of my actions until she was behind me suddenly, pushing my whole body against the bedroom wall. I let out a quiet whimper as she pressed a kiss to my shoulder blade.

"That was not very nice, doctor Isles." She whispered from behind me, using her foot to push my legs apart, my face resting against the cold wallpaper as she did so. Her fingers trailed down my side, before they found my lace underwear. She moaned quietly in my ear in the same way I had moments earlier as she traced two fingers along the wetness that was fast growing underneath the lace.

I didn't even notice her taking the phone from my hand until she laughed loudly, her hips pushing against mine until my whole body hit the wall and her body was suddenly gone.

I turned around and frowned at her, noting the phone she was holding proudly in her hand. It didn't matter anymore. I walked toward her and pushed her backwards until she fell onto the bed, the phone flying across the room somewhere as I straddled her hips, my lips pushing against hers with so much force I thought we'd melt into one person.

"You think you're pretty clever huh?" I asked her with a giggle as she pulled her jeans off her body. Before I knew it, both our underwear had been removed and her hips were moving rhythmically against mine. There was so much wetness between us, I wouldn't be remotely surprised if we left a stain on the blanket.