"Jane, we're going to Italy!" Maura squealed as she looked down at the flight itinerary. "This is so exciting. I love Rome. There's just so much to do, and," she stopped talking as glanced to her wife who was looking at her with an expression somewhere between smugness and humor. "What?"

"Of course you've been to Rome before," the dark haired brunette answered as they waited their turn to be checked over by TSA. "I figured as much, which is why I wanted to keep it a secret. I didn't want you helping. I've got everything planned. Trust me, you're going to love it." She dropped the contents of her pockets into the little dish to go through the conveyor belt and stepped through the metal detector. As she waited for both her things and her wife to pass through, she glanced around to the other people doing the same. Maura finally joined her, bags and items in hand. Jane took her load, and started talking again, "I've never been on a plane ride this long. I'm a little nervous."

"It will be fine. I see you purchased first class. It's very comfortable, and, if you get too nervous," the doctor stepped closer to her detective, "you can always hold my hand," she said with a wink and a smirk.

"I'll hold your hand anyway," Jane rolled her eyes. "I nearly had a heart attack when I saw how much those plane tickets were. My last used car didn't cost that much."

"Don't be silly, Jane. I really doubt that's true." Maura tugged Jane's arm to direct her to the correct terminal. "I think they're already boarding."

"Looks like it." The detective followed, pulling out her newly received passport. In preparation for the trip, the name change had happened weeks ahead of the wedding, and all of her identification and accounts had already been changed over. The trick now was remembering what name to use. She glanced down at the passport and smirked before handing it and the boarding pass over to the attendant at the gate.

"Jane Isles," the gentleman said as he read over everything. Satisfied, he handed the paperwork back. "Have a wonderful trip, Mrs. Isles."

The detective blushed a deep shade of red, mumbling her thanks to him as she waited for Maura. As they walked toward the plane through the loading dock, she turned to see the other woman smirking back at her. "What?"

Maura's smirk turned into a grin. "You're blushing."

"Am not," Jane shot back, the blush getting deeper by the moment.

"Yes, you are, and I think it's cute. Are you blushing because he called you Mrs. Isles?" The doctor's voice teased even as she wrapped an arm around her wife's.

With a sigh, the lanky brunette gave in, admitting, "It's going to take me a little bit to get used to it; that's all."

"Italy will be good for that. There, no one knows you were Jane Rizzoli," the doctor said before pausing so they could be seated. Once comfortably situated in first class, she continued her train of thought, "Though I'll never forget. I always liked how you sounded when you answered your phone."

"Yeah? How much did you like it?" Dark brown eyes narrowed with mischief.

Maura leaned over, voice going quieter. "Let's just say it's not appropriate for public conversation."

"We'll save it for the hotel," Jane whispered, eyes falling to her wife's lips.

"Wise choice," the doctor nodded, pulling back to settle in for the long flight.

"Hey, look whose back!" Frost's voice filled the bullpen as people turned to watch Jane stroll into the room. Tanner, relaxed, and eyes bright she handed over a cup of coffee to her partner before sitting down at her desk to start her computer.

"What did I miss? Anything good?" She sipped her coffee and waited for her computer to boot.

"Homicides, suicides, and the occasional accidental," he shrugged. "You know, the usual."

"Nice," she rolled her eyes. "Really? 400 emails? This is insane. I'll be cleaning out my inbox for days."

He chuckled. "That's what you get for leaving. Where did you two go anyway?"

"Italy. We spent some time mucking around the coast." She set her coffee cup down and started going through her emails, newest to oldest. "Where's Korsak?"

"Doughnut run." Light teasing in his voice, he added, "Looks like you did a little doughnut running, too."

"Hey! I was on my honeymoon. I'm allowed to eat without guilt. Besides," she said at his doubtful look, "Maura insisted we workout. I think I might have actually lost some weight while we were gone."

"You are so whipped," Frost said as he turned back to his computer screen.

Jane grunted. "You look at my wife and tell me you wouldn't be whipped if you were in my position."

"Okay," he conceded with a nod, "I'll give you that."

For a time, they sat quietly as they worked through their emails and paperwork. The morning peace was broken up as Korsak entered the room with a box of doughnuts in one hand and coffee cup in the other. "Hey," came his good natured welcome as he walked up to the other two detectives' desks, "Rizzoli, good to see you back."

"Isles," she corrected without looking up from her screen. "How many emails about cats did you send me, Korsak?"

"What?" He blinked, glancing to Frost for help but getting none.

"Emails about cats! I've got, like, a hundred in my inbox. Man, you have got to stop." She turned to her former partner. "The first step is to admit you have a problem."

"Hey, I was just sharing." He placed the box on Jane's desk. "But what did you say before that?"

She raised an eyebrow. "I said 'Isles'. As in my last name isn't Rizzoli anymore."

Korsak shook his head. "That's going to take forever to get used to."

"You get a week. After that, I'm not answering to Rizzoli," she said as she popped the box opened and pulled out a maple glaze. "You forget my name, you can check my badge," she pointed the shiny new badge with her officer number and the name 'Isles' printed across the gold metal. At his bewildered look, she replied, "HR works in fast and mysterious ways."

"Right," he said, again glancing to Frost who was smiling but staying out of the conversation. "So, you look good. Where'd you go?"

"Coast of Italy," she answered around a mouthful of doughnut. "You should see Maura. She's so tan she almost looks like I do in the winter."

"Really? You two spend any time inside?" He chuckled, picking up a doughnut and heading to his desk.

"Not if we could help it," she answered with wry grin.