Author notes: sorry for the wait; life just keeps getting in the way. Sorry for any mistakes. Thank you to everyone that reviews, favourited and followed this story, this is one of my favourite fics to write and just seem to never get a chance!

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"Mum…I" Jane stuttered.

"Janie?" her mother was one syllable away from breaking down fully.

"What's happening in here?" Frank's accusing and not worried voice emerges from the kitchen door way.

Angela loved her daughter, but Frank was he husband; she felt she had to be loyal to him, like her mother was to her husband.

"I think Janie has something to tell us"

Jane stood from her chair with a start, wanting to flee before the moment she had been dreading was slapping her in the face.

She gulped.

She looked to her father who was waiting impatiently, staring her down.

God she wished she could run.

What was stopping her?

She could just run and not come back.

Was it her attempting not to defy her parents, well… too late, she's already done that. Was it the sense of security of having a roof over her head? Well she may not have that soon, even if she didn't run.

She couldn't go back now; if it weren't true she would have spoken up already.

"I didn't mean for it to happen" she finally, quietly spoke up with almost a mumble as she looked to the floor.

"What to happen?" Frank sounded stressed and almost angry; he sounded pissed.

Angela sat motionless with her eyes closed, looking up; as if asking God to help her little girl and make this situation disappear.

"What to happen?" Frank pushed again losing his patience.

Frank and Angela knew what was happening. Frank had his assumptions once he stepped into the kitchen. They just wanted, no, needed their daughter to prove them wrong.

"Maura didn't make a mistake with the test" she was avoiding the word pregnancy.

"I know, it was a false positive, apparently it happens" Frank butted in, wanting Jane to get to the point.

"It wasn't a false positive" Jane couldn't meet her father's gaze.

If Jane feels like this as she has to tell her parents the truth; she cannot imagine what Maura was feeling when she told her parents a lie.

"But Maura isn't pregnant" Either Frank was clueless or he just wanted his daughter to own up to her mistake. Jane didn't know, but she knew she had to spit it out soon or her father was going to go mental.

"Maura never took the test"

Here it comes.

The room went still; you could hear a pin drop.

She took a breath.

"Ma, Frankie wasn't playing fair! He kept knocking the ball out of my hands" Tommy complained loudly as he stormed through the house, with his older brother close behind cradling an orange worn basketball; they had spent the afternoon at the park.

"Hey, Ma?" Tommy tried to gain his mother's attention as he entered the kitchen, not realising what he had just walked in on.

However, Frankie had heard his father's shouting traveling down the road and knew something was going on. "Come on Tommy, let's go throw some more hoops, maybe you'll beat me this time"

Frankie managed to pull his brother away with no fuss.

As they walked away Frankie attempted to catch his sister's eye contact. He failed. Now he knew his sister was in trouble.

"The three Rizzoli's were once again plunged into silence.

"If Maura never took the test, who did?" Frank spoke. Angela already knew the answer and she suspected her husband did too, and they just both needed to hear it said from their daughters own mouth and not the voice in their heads.

"I took the test"

Everyone let go of a breath they were holding.

Tears sprung to Angela's eyes.

"Pack a bag and get out"

Angela didn't know where this had come from inside her husband, she doubted he even knew.

Angela wanted to protest but she couldn't form words as tears streamed down her face. She couldn't decipher why she was crying, was it the fact that her baby girl was going to be a mother at sixteen? Or that her baby girl was being kicked out by her own father. Angela couldn't stand to look at her husband.

Jane just nodded, walked past her father and made her way up to her bedroom to pack a bag.

Jane had just about finished packing a duffel sports bag with items of clothes, toiletries, and prized possessions, along with her school work. She had placed the medication she had gotten from the doctor in the bag also. She stood, looking out of her bedroom window, knife in hand. She could end it all right now. What would hurt her mother more? Carrying a baby? Or just vanishing for ever?

A tap on the door brought her out from her thoughts.

"Don't worry; I'm almost done, I'll be gone soon"

"Janie? It's me, Frankie"

The brunet made her way over to the bedroom door, after she dropped the small lock knife on the bed.

She opened the door and welcomed her brother in.

He took in the scene of empty draws and wardrobe, bare walls and objects sprawled across the desk, bed and floor.

"What the hell is going on Jane?" panic evident in his voice.

"I'm moving out" she stated casually.

"Why?" Frankie was really struggling to understand.

"I thought it was about time" Jane was fiddling with the zip of her zip-up hoodie.

"From what I heard it wasn't your idea"

Damn, he had heard their fathers shouting.

"What pop says goes" she took steps around her brother with a defeated stance.

Throwing the bag over her shoulder, she scooped up the small pocket knife. She had made a choice; she was going to be strong "Here little brother, keep it safe" she held her hand out in a fist, palm down. He held out his open hand under hers "I know you've always wanted it" and with that, she opened her hand. The closed metal item sat comfortably in the younger boy's hand.

He looked up to his sister "This isn't goodbye forever Janie, is it?"

"I sure hope not" she gave him a light hug and walked downstairs, slipped on her shoes and walked out of the Rizzoli household for good.

Jane knew what she had to do, but she couldn't do it by herself.

"Jane?" Maura answered on the third ring.

"Hey Maura, I was just wondering if you could do something with me?" Jane sounded confident, too confident, like an act.

"Casey?"

"Casey" Jane confirmed.

"Where are you?"

"Outside"

"My house?"

"Yeah" Jane admitted.

"I'll be out in a minute" Maura hung up and hurried around to get ready.

"Why have you got a bag?" Maura already knew the answer.

"They know" Jane fessed up to her reliable friend.

"Here" Maura took the bag from Jane "You're staying with me" she walked up to her house from the street and placed Jane's bag inside without a second thought.

Once she returned Jane asked "Have they gone?"

Maura just nodded in reply. Her parents were off again on the some other trip somewhere.

"Maura, I know I have said this a lot in the last few days, but, thank you. I will always mean it"

"It's okay Jane; you're my friend, and I would do anything for you" as Maura confessed this she lightly grasped Jane's hand to prove her point.

Neither girls let go of the others hand.

"Do you know where we're going?" Jane asked with a hint of amusement playing in her voice.

"In actual fact, I do" Maura smiled and led Jane by the hand down the road.

"This can't be his house! It's bigger than yours"

The brunet and honey blond were stood outside a tall, white washed, partly ivy covered stately home. Of course they were looking up a very large gravel covered driveway. Jane was surprised to find no gate blocking the way to the front door.

"Are you ready?" Maura inquires.

"Nope" was Jane's reply as she stepped towards the ominous door that loomed ahead. Jane now pulled Maura along with her.

They stood, waiting. Waiting for what? Maura didn't know, Jane hadn't knocked or rung the bell.

"Do you want me to wait here?"

"No!" Jane sounded petrified and almost astounded that Maura would suggest such a thing.

Maura nodded.

Knowing Maura wasn't going anywhere; Jane dropped her hand and pressed the doorbell.

An obnoxious tune later the door opened, and yet again to Jane's surprise; no butler, just a tall, dark haired, middle aged man.

"Can I help you?" he sounded almost put out; maybe they do have a butler, but he was made to open the door, he was much too important, the handmade personally tailored suit told Jane that. The blue of the shirt bought out the boredom in his eyes. She better not waste his time.

"Is Casey home, please?" Maura jumped in when Jane didn't answer.

"What is this related to?" 'Great a business kind of guy' Jane's sarcasm kicked in.

"It's school related" Jane stumbled out desperately.

"Charles isn't here at the moment. You should try another day" and with that he closed the door. The two turned in silence and walked back to the public pavement.

"Fuck! What the hell am I meant to do now?" Jane was close to tears "Could this day get any worse?"

Maura couldn't find any words and so placed her arm around her friend and led her back to their home for now.

Jane was sat at the kitchen table in silence while Maura boiled some pasta.

Jane had hardly spoken since the pair had returned from Casey's house.

"Do you think I should try and catch him at school on Monday?" Jane had obviously been mulling this over since they made it home.

"I think that, that is one option, yes" Maura replied as she checked the pasta.

"What other options do I have?" Jane sounded defeated, she had wracked her brain all afternoon about what she was meant to do next and now her best friend was trying to convince her that she had missed something.

"We could talk to him at his home someday after school; that way he may not feel cornered. Or we could talk to a guidance councillor in school or outside of school. Casey isn't our only option"

It didn't escape Jane's notice; Maura's use of the word 'our'. "Why not try tomorrow at his house again?" Jane asked another question.

"Don't you think that would be a bit suspicious? It would look quite desperate" Maura pointed out as she mixed some tomato sauce into the now cooked pasta.

"I guess" Jane didn't sound convinced though.

Maura set a plate of pasta down in front of her anxious friend.

Again silence took over the encounter. It wasn't awkward, more of a silence full of unanswered questions.

It wasn't long into the meal that Jane decided she wasn't hungry anymore. Maura had begun to grow concerned, the brunet was looking a small amount thinner than usual and she wasn't eating enough; she would have to make sure to keep an eye on her.

Jane left Maura at the table eating while she went for a shower.

Maura took her time in eating and clearing away; she liked her routine when her parents were away, but, still, she did like Jane being around; she made the house feel more homely. It was just a shame that her friend was there because of certain circumstances.

Maura answered the house phone after a couple of rings "Hello?"

"Maura? It's Angela" Maura froze she didn't know what she should do; hang up? Or see what Jane's mother wanted? Maura chose not to say anything so Angela continued "I know you must think I'm a horrible person right now and you'd probably be right" Maura could hear tears in Angela's throat "Please tell me my baby girl is alright, please Maura tell me she is safe, with you" Angela pleaded from the other end of the phone.

"Jane is here Angela. She is safe" As Maura answered Angela's pleas she heard Jane exit the bathroom upstairs and knew she had to end the call "I have to go, I promise you I will look after her" and with that Maura put the phone down.

"Who was that?" Jane asked when she reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Wrong number" Maura answered quickly and went back to finish the washing up. Jane followed and helped.

As soon as Jane had hinted that her parents had kicked her out, Maura had questioned Angela's involvement; Angela would never throw one of her children out on the street, especially her only daughter. Maura knew Angela cared. And that's all that mattered.

Jane and Maura sat in the lounge watching TV, the late night film that was on served as a good distraction from the past weekend's events, but Jane couldn't hide forever.

Jane was a person of little know emotion; she never really let anyone know how she was feeling; not in facial expressions, not in words. But, in the last few days, Maura had seen more emotion from that very girl than ever before and she couldn't decide if it were a good thing or a bad thing. All she knew was, it called for Maura to be in situations she had never been in before.

Maura had been lying in bed for about an hour and presumed that Jane had fallen asleep a while ago, that was until she could hear slightly staggered breathing and sniffling resounding from the put up bed.

"Jane?"

No answer.

Maura tried again.

Same result.

Maura hated the idea of her friend needing comfort whilst crying and her doing nothing to help.

She did the only thing she could do; Maura hopped out of bed and scurried across the floor to where Jane was. Maura managed to squeeze behind Jane on the bed and wrap her arm around the Italian in a not so awkward spooning hug. The only confirmation Maura got was when Jane placed her hand on Maura's hand that was rested on the brunet's stomach.

It didn't take long for Jane's breathing to even out and for the honey blond to fall asleep. Both girls were the most comfortable they had been in ages.

Author notes: does anyone else find it strange that there was Charles Hoyt and Charles 'Casey' Jones? Couldn't that traumatise Jane?