Silence filled the room as the words hung in the air. I don't want to be adopted, Allison stared back at Jane and Maura. They both took a seat beside her bed before Jane asked, "Why not?"

Allison didn't need to pause for long, as she had already formulated her response beforehand. "You saw what happened. Because of me, Maura's life was in danger. We don't even know if there are more people watching me right now. If you adopt me, all you will be doing is putting a bait in your house and the both of you would be in danger."

Maura looked at Allison. "No, that is not true. You saved me, even when it was risky. And you paid for it, with a scar on your face to prove it. I – Jane and I – don't blame you at all."

"That's right," Jane cut in. "Maura's and my job already came with an occupational hazard warning. I catch bad guys, Allison, and they have friends outside who don't like me. Maura has to testify against criminals, and they also have connections on the outside."

"You being here wouldn't bring about something we aren't ready for," Maura added.

Allison sat quietly and worried her bottom lip. "You, you sure about that? I would kill myself if anything, because of me, were to happen to either one of you."

Jane reached over and laid her hand over Allison's. "Yes, we are sure about this. Maura and I are more than willing to adopt you."

Maura smiled. "So, would it be all right if we call up my lawyer and start drawing the papers up?"

Silence, as contemplation flickered across Allison's face; but an answer won out and Allison replied, "Okay. That would be nice."

Jane broke out into a grin and pumped her fist into the air. "Yes! Get ready to join the crazy Rizzoli and Isles family."

Healing took weeks. After three weeks, I could finally dress myself with ease, and by the time I could finally use my broken right hand, I had learned to use my left hand just as well. The injuries all healed relatively well and left few to no scars at all. Except, for my face. Starting midway from my right eye to the ear, there was a pink, puckered line that went all the way down to somewhere near my chin. That scar was not going anywhere.

I walked out of my room. Yes, I could call it my room now. The adoption process was finished about a month ago, and I had since been integrated into the Rizzoli and Isles family. Things were great. I didn't have much to do, since I couldn't do much, and I managed to spend most of my time reading and expanding my library of books on my Kindle. Although, Cavanaugh had recently offered me a place at BPD. I still have yet to give him an answer.

Jane and Maura were both at work now. Maura had sufficiently recovered from her surgery, and the both of them were back to discussing options of making a baby. I smiled as I thought of how life would change if there was a baby in the house.

I took my car keys off the hook and went over to my car. I had two places to go to today, and I had better start now. The first place that I went to the Boston Globe. I requested to make a listing.

"Type out, 'Caroline, everything's all right. Don't blame yourself. Yours, Alley-oop.'" I told the lady when she asked me what I wanted written down. I wrote down the nickname that only she and I would have known, to let Caroline know that it was really me. And, I knew that she would be reading the Boston Globe, it was just a matter of when. For when we were young, I had always forced Carol to read the newspaper with me, and gradually she formed the habit of doing it herself.

I then headed to florist down the street and bought a bouquet of chrysanthemums. I breathed in the sweet scent and smiled as it brought back memories of the times my mom had used this type of flowers to make chrysanthemum tea.

I then drove off to the town's cemetery and parked my car right outside the iron gate entrance. I got out and reverently made my way to the two newly added grave stones. I breathed in deeply, shakily and tried to stop the dam of tears that were threatening to break at any moment.

I gently laid the flowers down, positioning them to lie right across the two connected grave stones. "Ma, Pa, I miss you so very much. 我心很痛. My heart aches each time I wake up and I realise that I am in a different house, the one we used to live in has been handed over to the real estate agent. It aches when I jerk awake each morning and realise that the both of you are no longer with me.

"Dad, I miss your corny jokes, your lameness, and your ironic sense of humour. I cannot tell you how much I have loved every moment of being your daughter. You taught me how to persevere, to work smarter, to go about life with confidence. And you taught me not only with your words, but with your actions also.

"Ma, I miss your sweet, sweet attitude which greeted me every morning. I miss your rib-crushing, oxygen depriving hugs that I pretended that I didn't like, but I did. I miss the times that we could sit down and have a chat about, well, life in general."

My breath caught, like when someone is trying to hold in their tears, and they nearly fail in doing so.

"A lovely couple has just adopted me into their family, and I couldn't ask for better guardians. I know that you would love this two ladies who are so deeply, madly in love with each other. The way you and Pa were, and still are. The one who said she is the 'man' in this marriage is a vivacious homicide detective named Jane. The 'wife' would be a gentle and loving medical examiner named Maura. They both complement each other so well, truly, like a ying and yang. Oh, I just wished you both were here to meet them."

I wiped a tear away. "I just wanted to stop by and tell you just how much I miss you. There will not be a day that will pass with me not thinking of you both," I said as I stood up from sitting down on the grass and brushed the back of my pants. "I love you," I whispered.

As I walked back out to my car, I felt a soft, feathery breeze that skirted across my skin. Almost as if my parents had just responded in their own special way. I smiled as I headed back into the world.

AN: Well, folks, that's all! To be honest, I am quite disappointed that the public didn't really like this story. I tried my best to rack my brain with something different, and I honestly thought that this was it. Sad to say, I don't think it is. So, I don't know…

I have a second idea that I am working on, but I don't know if I'll stick to writing it out. I just hope that all this writing will make me a better writer in the future.

Anyways, for those who are interested, I do have a Tumblr account – thanks to Fenway03! You can find me with the same username, CaseUnknown. :)