A/N: Thanks to any and all who have stuck around this far.
Knowing she was expected to go downstairs and actually wanting to were two very separate things. However, as she stared at her cuddling, beautiful, boys she knew she had to deal with it. Deal with whatever they could, and would, throw at her. Jane headed downstairs, and grabbed a beer from the fridge. She had brought her own six pack with her, but had been pleasantly surprised to find that there was already a sixer, of her beer, in there. Taking a long drag from the bottle she made herself as comfortable as possible in the only available chair in the living room.
"Oh for the love of Bo, just start the interrogation will ya?" Had fallen from her lips angrily after five minutes of pure, and creepy, silence. "That's what you all want, so just get it over with. I am tired, I am cranky, and I really need to relax and that ain't gonna happen till I'm away from you all"
Like someone had just hit the on switch everyone started asking questions at once. At first Jane tried to decipher the never ending questions falling from everyone's lips, but it was quickly becoming apparent that it was an impossibility to hear them all let alone have time to answer them, so she held up her hands, trying to get them to shut up.
"Shut your mouths, she's going to answer" Angela said as Jane continued to struggle to get everyone to shut the fuck up. "Alright Janie, go ahead, tell us what we need to know" Jane looked at her with a 'what the actual fuck' look on her face
"I couldn't understand anything that was asked. So what we are going to do is you will all ask one question at a time. One per person. We will continue down the list. We will go in sitting order. Ma, Maura, Frankie, and then Tommy. Alright?" Though it came out as more of a command then a question.
"That sounds perfectly reasonable" Angela said, before thinking of what to say. What question to settle on. "Are the boys really yours?" She asked slowly, it might have been a stupid question, but maybe if they were adopted it had been recent and her daughter hadn't purposefully kept her from her for three years.
"Oh hell yeah" Jane said with a laugh. "They are the very last, like not in a billion years would I ever have more type of last. Finally understand why you complained so much. Didn't get no stretch marks. T made sure to rub cocoa butter on my stomach three times a day throughout the pregnancy and after the birth" was added with the shake of her head at the memory.
"After all this time, after what happened those years ago at Mass Gen. Why did you return? Why now?" Jane rolled her eyes at Maura, she couldn't help it. It was so not a Maura question. "We missed you so much." Her voice broke slightly as she spoke the last statement.
"Because the boys deserve to know their family, their whole family. Family is important for children, even if I didn't want to come back. If we are unwelcome, we can leave. Jeff can have us on a place out of here in mere minutes" Snapped Jane, a hefty bite to her tone. She didn't want to be here, and if she could, she'd leave.
"You're welcome, Ma would slaughter all of us and cook us for dinner if we ever said otherwise" Frankie said. "So, the boys, who is their father?" He asked, fearing the answer. The only man he'd seen his sister with, was a man he wanted dead. Or behind bars. He waited, heart in his throat, for her answer.
What Jane wanted to do was smirk at her brother. She knew what he feared, and she took pleasure in his fear, his pain. What Jane did was purse her lips to look as if she was annoyed with the question, she was silent for a little over two minutes, she knew, she counted. She wanted to make him sweat.
"I don't understand why that is the question you decided to ask, as their father is their father no matter the answer, but as promised I will tell you. Antonio Lawrence Lucioni is their dad" Was her reply, she had to keep from smiling as Frankie clenched his jaw, and his fists.
"My turn!" Tommy declared to keep his brother from saying something stupid. "So, what are their full names? Lock's kind of a weird one you know. Like. Lock. That's you know, a thing" He asked shrugging. Jane was surprised at the question.
"Luca Antonio, and Lachlan Angelo Rizzoli. I chose Luca as it is close to Lucioni, Antonio after his father. Lachlan I chose simply because I was fond of the name. Angelo was the name of Antonio's little brother who died when he was two. As they are my sons they got my name. Though, if either chooses to switch to his father's in the future I will have no problem with that decision" The look on Frankie's face was beyond priceless.
The eldest Rizzoli boy looked ready to punch a wall, or murder a man. Possibly both, and it was the only real pleasure Jane got from being back in this house. Back with the family she truly didn't want anymore, the family she wanted was busy trying to find out why she was in danger, and thus, she had no choice to be here. Not that they needed to know that. As Angela opened her mouth Jane sighed. Time for round two.
"Were you really married to that man? Did you divorce? Or are you still married? Why weren't we invited to the wedding?" As Angela spit off her questions Frankie's face grew more, and more, crimson. The thought of his sister being wed to a Lucioni making his head feel like it was going to explode.
"I believe we had a one question rule. However, I have never been married. The ring you saw on my finger four and a half years ago was one I won in a poker match. I actually lost that ring when I was pregnant with the twins" Jane said as she inspected her fingernails.
"That's a relief" Maura spoke aloud. "To your mother. She'd have been heartbroken if you didn't invite her to your wedding." That really wasn't why she said it, but it was also a truth so no hives erupted. "Jane, why did you leave in the first place? Especially without saying anything." Jane frowned.
While she had known the question was going to be asked at some point she had held onto the hope that it wouldn't come up. She really didn't know how to answer that. The truth was out of the question. While she'd freely admit she was a lesbian now, she wasn't about to admit that she needed coke and pills because she couldn't stand never having Maura as her own.
"I needed change" She decided to say as much as the truth as possible. "I needed. Something. Space. I was searching for who I was. Who I was meant to be. Luca, Lock, my sons. They need their family. So, if you choose to accept us, then we are back" Jane knew her mother would accept her, but she had to play the 'you might not want us card'.
"Will you do the right thing and help us bring the Lucioni family down" Frankie asked, his glare aimed at his sister. It was clear he was in full cop mode. His question pissed Jane off, and she clenched and unclenched her fists. Her rage at her brother apparent to all in the room.
Angela shrank back. As did Maura. Those two were both stubborn fools, and they were glaring daggers at each other. Jane looked ready to strangle her little brother, and Frankie looked ready to do the same to her. For several seconds Jane glared, trying to calm down. It wasn't working.
"The Lucioni family has done absolutely nothing wrong" She hissed. "If they had then the BPD would have put them away, or at least have evidence like they did on the Doyles. I will not be your mole. And I am fully offended that you dared to ask such a thing" Was spat at him. She jumped to her feet and continue to glare at him. He glared right back, just as enraged as she was.
What Jane wanted to do in that moment was take her fists and slam it repeatedly against his face. You NEVER threatened a Lucioni in front of Jane. Especially to ask her to be a mole? To bring them down. Jane reached her hand behind her back and under her shirt. Ready to grab the gun that rested there. She was on edge, and ready for a fight.
"Then you are a fucking low-down rotten Lucioni, not a Rizzoli! You bring shame to our name" He shouted at her as he stood up. "As a Lucioni, I can take you in right now" The detective brought out his cuffs. To intimidate his elder sister, as if Jane Rizzoli could be intimidated.
To say their mother was mortified with the way things were going was like calling a lion a kitten. In horror everyone watched as Frankie stepped towards his sister, ready to slap the cuffs around her wrists. Jane had always been faster than he had been, and time had not changed that. Within a millisecond her gun was level and aimed at his head.
"Reach for your weapon and I will pull the fucking trigger. You ever, and I mean ever, threaten me and I will walk away with no regrets. This time I won't ever come back. What do you think that will do to your mother? Do you want to be the reason I leave? My sons with me?" Her voice was filled with rage, promise, and truth.
No longer could Frankie say he knew his sister. This wasn't his sister, he didn't know who this woman was. All he knew was that his mother was glaring at him like he was the fucking anti-christ. If she had a gun he was certain it would be pointed at him. He dropped the cuffs to the ground and raised his hands in surrender. He sat down slowly. Jane huffed at him, accepting his surrender, then popped the gun into the front of her jeans.
"So who's Wade? A third son? Or like. Tony's other kid? Cause. Luca really wants Wade back. And it seems a safer subject" Tommy let his voice trail off and Jane laughed as she fell back into the chair. Tommy had always tried to end their fights growing up.
"Wade Boggs is Luca and Lachlans dog. Tone and I thought they should grow up alongside a dog. So we bought a AKC pitbull. He's really the most beautiful dog. An annoying puppy, even at three and a half, but he is the fiercest protector of his boys." Jane had wanted a doberman, but the pitbulls had been born the same day as the boys so it seemed like fate.
"Man. No way in hell anyone but you named that dog" Chuckled Tommy as he shook his head. "Man. You ain't changed too much have you? I bet you still got your red sox jerseys and wear it for luck each game" Jane shook her head at him.
Everyone was glad that Tommy was able to lighten Jane's mood. It was clear that she relaxed as her shoulders slumped a bit, a half-smile on her face. Tommy might be a screw-up, but he damn well knew how to calm down his family. As long as Frankie didn't do anything else that fell under the stupid category that is.
"You know it. What was a nine week old gonna name a dog? T wanted to name the darn thing Jolly Rancher. The name was vetoed immediately. And yeahup. The boys got their own jerseys too. My mini red sox fans" She spoke fondly of her children.
"I know you said that you were never married, but, Tony is the father right? So are you still together or did you break up?" Angela asked carefully, not wanting to rile up her daughter anymore. Or her son for that matter. They were both angry enough and she didn't need to add to that.
"Me and Tony? Nah man" Laughed Jane. "We are best friends, don't let their be any doubt about that. His daddy wanted him to produce an heir, you know to inherit the business, that mattress joint down on Main? So we decided to procreate together. The old guy was pretty adamant the baby be full italian. Tony's gay, I'm gay, it was a good idea"
"Are you serious? Seriously!? You come out of the closet now? Does that even seem like this could possibly be the right time for such things?" Frankie asked angrily. He was no where near surprised by the admission. Jane shrugged.
"What are you going to do for work, the BPD really can't take you back after all this time" Maura asked carefully, Jane shot her a crooked smile. If BPD only knew what she spent her time doing, and what she knew.
"I have more then enough money. I really don't need to work. Even if I could go back, I'm not sure I would go back. Luca and Lachlan are my life. Putting myself in dangerous situations really isn't high on my to do list. I have grown tired of my nanny, and training a new nanny is far too time consuming" Mumbled Jane. Thinking of the Nanny she had left behind.
Of course, truthfully speaking, the woman's ability to take care of the twins wasn't in question. It was the bedroom department that Jane had grown tired off. She'd been sleeping with a different woman, one of Antonio's bartenders, for the past several months.
"Money? How did you get your hands on enough money not to have to work" Frankie said, unspoken accusations in his eyes. He was digging himself a hole, one he wasn't going to crawl out of as far as everyone in the room was concerned.
Everyone just sort of shot a glare at him, even if for only a moment. Frankie didn't notice. He only had eyes for Jane. His brain on overdrive, trying to figure out how to flip her. To get her to give him what he needed to know to bring down the Lucioni family. If he took them down, he'd be a hero.
"Sorry to disappoint you Frankie. Roberto was so smitten with his grandsons that he'd left his life insurance policy to me. So, should anything bad happen, I could care for the boys. When they were born he had purchased me a house, it's actually only a few miles from here. His policy was rather large, and I have invested well. Everything perfectly legal" Frankie glared as she spoke.
An uncomfortable silence surrounded them as the elder two Rizzoli children glared at each other. Still ready to jump at each other and turn Maura's living room into a wrestling arena. Jane knew she could take him down, but she also didn't need to start a turf war. Well, more then that she just didn't want to ruin Maura's things.
"I would certainly watch the twins for you if you ever wanted to work again." Angela offered, breaking the silence. "I've always wanted a grandbaby, and now I have two. I would love to spend time with them."
"Well, I have thought about it" Admitted Jane. "Of course, if I did go to work I'd probably do private security. Maybe even private investigations. Of course, should something happen. That would leave Tony with the boys full time."
Being at home was great, but jane liked doing things. While it wasn't smart to be Tony's right hand man anymore, it didn't mean she couldn't have a real job. Even a part time one, she'd make great security, and she was damn good at investigating crap. However, she wasn't certain about leaving the twins with Angela. It would make it so she didn't need another nanny though.
"No way in hell!" Bellowed Frankie as he jumped back to his feet. "I will never let that, that, that mongrel take them! If I had a say they would never see him again as it is" Frankie spat out the words like they were a poison in his mouth.
"Well you will find that it's in my very legally binding will that should I perish that Tony gets all parental rights to HIS children. He can choose to do with them as he sees fit. Piss my boy off after I die and you could never see them again. If I die and Tony doesn't want them, or god forbid, is dead. Then well. Frankie gets him" Her brothers raised an eyebrow, an overly pleased smile on his face.
"Let me reiterate. Frankie, as in my little brother in heart not blood, Francesco Lucioni, gets custody of both boys" The smile disappeared right off the man's face, a frown replacing it. He outright growled at his sister.
Everyone in the room were surprised the duo had managed not only not to physically harm the other, but that no blood had been spilled. It was the closest thing to a miracle that Angela had ever witnessed. She stood up, putting her hands against her son's chest and stopping him from attacking his sister.
"You can not be serious" The man shouted as he stopped. He wasn't about to hit his poor mother just to get to the thing that had infected his sister. As the woman before him was no Rizzoli, and from the looks of her, he began to doubt she ever was.
"Frankie while only twenty-two is a very responsible, hard working, man. His daughter Beatrice, or Booboo as everyone calls her, is only a few months older than the twins. The three are very close. He is a single father, but he stepped up and is a man. Tony and I did consider Allan, but he has been distant from the family since his son was born. Roberto Sr. was a racist and refused to claim his grandson. So out of those that they have grown up with Frankie is the best option. Not that i ever need to justify my actions to you" With that Jane stormed up the stairs, ending her interrogation.
A/N: So. Bad news for some. Good news for others. I am not feeling this story at the moment. I mean, personally, I thought it was good. I loved writing it, and currently it feels like a chore. I am not abandoning the story. I WILL finish. I just need a few weeks to relax and ignore the hate for writing what I want to write. It's AU. And if you don't like it you don't have to be mean, you can simply not read it. To those of you who do like it, thank you so much for putting up with me and (hopefully) understanding that I need a break for a little bit.