A story in which I control the weather! Enjoy

As requested, no actual Italian will need to be translated. 'Unbeta'd'- Mistakes happen even after proofing chapters 4 times.

_Chapter 1_

Jane snapped the lid on her coffee cup as Maura added a splash of milk to hers. Frankie passed through the doorway.

"Where's Ma?" Frankie asked. Jane shrugged and turned back to Maura. The officer grabbed a bagel and tossed his money on the counter.

"Frankie!" Angela hollered as she exited the backroom.

"Hey, Ma." He stopped at the opposite end of the counter.

"Frankie, I just got off the phone with Cousin Suzie. She wanted to invite us up to New Hampshire. Ya know, family weekend for Fourth of July, like when you were younger. Cousin Tony and Stacy are bringing the kids."

"I can't, Ma. I've got a shift."

"Well you can't expect me to go by myself!"

"Well then take Tommy," the officer retorted.

"He already has something planned with Lidia and TJ."

"Well then take Jane," he said, pointing to her.

"Take me where?" she asked, swaggering over to the conversation, Maura at her side.

"Cousin Suzie wants us to come to New Hampshire, to the lake house."

"Aw, I'd love to but I don't have time off yet."

"Yes you do," Maura stated matter-of-factly. Jane shot her a look.

She spoke through her faux smile, "No, Maura, Cavanaugh and I just had this discussion upstairs."

"No," Frankie corrected, "you just got into an argument with Cavanaugh about how ridiculous it is that someone can max-out on overtime. He practically told you that you had to take time off."

"Well that's perfect!" Angela shouted cheerfully.

"No, Ma, I have to give him a couple days notice."

"No you don't," Maura interjected again.

Jane glared at the blonde. "Really not helping."

"Janie, you have too! I already told her we were coming."

"Seriously, Ma?" Jane turned back to Maura. "This is how I'm going to go insane." She turned back to her mother, her Italian heritage coming to life in her gesturing. "Could you for once, actually run something by the rest of us and let us decide before you confirm."

"There's no way you can weasel yourself out of going, young lady."

"Ma, I already told you, I have to tell Cavanaugh..." Jane paused, starting at her guilt-ridden mother.

"You didn't, Ma?!"

Frankie and Maura looked to each other and silently agreed to inch their way towards the hall.

"Angela Rizzoli!"

"How else was I supposed to get you to come!?"

Jane groaned loudly. "I cannot believe this!" She gestured wildly again. "No, you know what, I do believe this."

"Jane, do not cause a scene."

"Me? Me cause a scene."

Angela raised her voice, "Jane Clem-"

"Don't. You. Dare."

Angela glared at her. There was a pause.

"We leave tomorrow morning."

"Ugh!" Jane stomped out of the café and into the hall.

Maura and Frankie waited eagerly for the elevator doors to close. A stray arm slipped between the brushed steel. The doors reopened, revealing a very irritated Jane Rizzoli. Maura looked at her cup, tapping the bottom, while Frankie looked up at the ceiling as Jane glared at them.

"Really?"

That's all Jane needed to say. Both occupants shifted uncomfortably. Pursing her lips and stepping into the steel box, Jane turned and watched the doors close. Frankie continued to shift back and forth, thumbing the bagel in his hand. Maura glanced at the illuminated up arrow. Jane crossed her arms.

As the steel box stopped, the doors opened to the second floor. Frankie stepped off quickly, wincing as he expected a slew of threats and belittling remarks to follow. He hesitated to turn around as he heard the elevator doors close and the compartment descend. The silence was worst than her words.

"Listen, Jane," Frankie began as he turned around. "I'm sor-"

The young officer was greeted with the dull reflection of his police uniform on the brushed steel.

"Phew," he released a large sigh of relief.

Maura eyed the back of the detective when she failed to exit the elevator. She waited, suspenseful of the brunette's next course of action.

"Jane."

The brunette's hand reached out and pressed the emergency stop button.

"That's against fire code," Maura stated.

"You know what else is against fire code?" Jane turned around. She spoke slowly, "Having my mother telling my boss that I," she shouted the rest, "have to take off work!"

"I can see you're upset," Maura tired to sympathize.

"Oh, upset doesn't even begin to cover it." She slowly encroached into the blonde's space. "The fact that my brother didn't know about Cavanaugh and I's discussion until a certain someone so innocently corrected another loudmouth detective about the details of said story, has now prevented my glorious weekend of doing absolutely nothing and enjoying beer and pizza to vanish. And that now, I'm stuck going to another overly fu-fa la-la weekend with my cousins who can't seem to understand that a woman isn't confined to the kitchen and insist the reason I'm single is because 'the gun's too abrasive and intimidating to men.'"

"Jane, I'm sorry." Maura found herself against the wall.

"And to make it up to me," Jane softened her tone, "you're coming with me." She grinned smugly.

"Jane, I can't. I can't leave Pike with the interns."

"It's that, or I'm cutting up all of your shoe boxes."

A flash of panic raced across Maura's face. She was conflicted for a moment.

"I will do it over my lunch break."

"Fine!" Maura shrieked. "I'll go."

Jane sat in the passenger seat of Maura's blue Prius. She drummed her fingers against the windowsill as she watched the passing terrain. Her annoyance of the situation had lessened but hadn't dissipated. The fact that Maura offered to drive the hour trip up to the lake just west of Hollis, New Hampshire also cooled her ill temperament. Well, no so much the fact Maura had offered, but having offered in order to end Jane and her mother's morning dispute.

The two hadn't spoken much because there wasn't anything that needed to be said and partly because Jane felt somewhat guilty for coercing her friend into accompanying her. Some forty minutes into the drive, Jane had managed to mumble a phrase of gratitude that boarded an apology.

After exiting the highway, Maura continued to follow Angela along several back roads. As they rounded the last curve of the wooded road, the lake house came into view.

The house was more like a mansion, Jane would argue; something that was more of Maura's comfort instead of her own. She hoped the blonde wouldn't comment. She didn't.

Maura and Angela parked at the end of the drive next to the others, by to the three-car garage. Stepping out of the car with a huff, Jane walked to the trunk.

Angela cheerfully greeted the two as she exited her car.

"Maura, honey, it is so nice that you came."

Maura smiled, "What better way to spend a weekend than to with family?" She looked to Jane but was quickly enveloped in a tight hug.

"Aw, Maura," Angela cooed as she embraced the blonde.

"Ma, she can't breathe," Jane said trying her best to sound irritated as she gazed upon the blonde.

"Angie!" A shrill Italian voice shouted from the porch. The trio turned. An older brunette came rushing across the yard.

"Suzie!" The two older women embraced each other and laughed. The screen door opened and slammed as two balls of energy came screaming out.

"Auntie Jane, Auntie Jane!" the little ones chanted.

Jane let out a groan of struggle as the two fun-sized, brunettes, grabbed and clung to both of her biceps.

"Oh man!" the detective hollered, "You two are getting so big! How old are you now, 17?"

The two children laughed, "We're seven!"

"Wow, seven? Are you sure?"

Maura watched in amusement as the faint scowl on Jane's face disappeared. A small grin tugged at Maura's lips.

"Who's that?" the little boy asked, swinging his foot towards the blonde as he continued to hang from Jane.

"This," Jane said as she turned to face Maura, "is my best friend, Maura. Maura, this is Bruno," Jane lifted her right arm, "and this is Carla." She lifted the left. The children giggled again. "Why don't you go say hello," then she whispered, "I hear she gives great piggybacks."

"YAY!" The two jumped from Jane, scurried over to the blonde, and quickly began scaling the surprised doctor. Jane popped the trunk and retrieved their baggage, all while engaged in a hardy laugh.

"Bruno! Carla! 'Get off her now'!" a male voice boomed in Italian from the porch. The two children obeyed but lingered next to the blonde.

"They're fine!" Jane hollered back. She slung her overnight bag across her shoulder before grabbing Maura's bags. "That's Antony, Bruno and Carla's father," Jane informed.

"Hey piccolino e piccolina, go ahead, we'll meet you inside."

"Race ya!" Bruno hollered to his sister before sprinting to the porch.

Jane watched unexcitedly as Antony slowly approached the four of them.

Suzie rushed to the two women, hugging Jane despite the bulk of luggage. She kissed both of her cheeks, spouting off a sentence or three of Italian. She pulled away and looked at Maura. She eyed the woman in a scrutinizing manner before asking in thick Italian, "Who is this?"

"This is Doctor Maura Isles-"

"'And is she your girlfriend'?" Suzie asked, still in her mother tongue.

Jane's face turned bright red; words failed her for a moment.

"'A doctor in the family'!" Suzie cheerfully shouted as she kissed both of Maura's cheeks. Maura looked to Jane, unsure of what was said.

Finally, Jane was able to answer the doting woman.

"No, Suzie. 'She's not my girlfriend'!" Jane corrected in Italian.

"No?! 'Oh my God, what a loss'!" She showcased the blonde with her hands.

Luckily, Tony hadn't hear Suzie's banter.

"Angela," the tall man greeted, plainly hugging and kissing both of her cheeks.

"Oh Tony, the kids are getting so big!" Angela said as she hugged him back.

"Janie," he greeted similarly, placing one kiss on a cheek. He paused and extended his hand to Maura, raising an eyebrow in a questioning manner.

"This is Doctor Maura Isles, Chief Medical Examiner of Boston," Jane stated with a hint of pride.

Suzie rebuked, "'not the girlfriend'," stopping the impending snide remark from the man.

"Come, come!" Suzie ushered. "Inside, lunch's almost ready!"

The small group made their way to the house, Suzie and Angela gabbing while Tony carried her bags, with Jane and Maura close behind.

Maura looked between the family members before settling her gaze on Jane, whose face displayed disinterest and passive dread as she watched the taller man in front of her. Maura couldn't help but smile at the fact Jane had not only retrieved her baggage, but was also gallantly carrying it without a second thought.

As they entered the house, each pair of shoes clacked on the hardwood of the front foyer. The stairwell greeted them, enticing the visitors to venture upstairs. To the right was an open living room, with lush couches and chairs, which could seat twelve comfortably. To the left, a den of dark, thick mahogany, with leather books, and the faint smell of bourbon and cigars. This was just the front portion of the house.

Maura gazed upon the rooms with interest, taking notice of the custom works of art, designer pieces, and was the Waterford Crystal? Maura released a breath. Among the anxiety of meeting new people- family for that matter- Maura had tried to find small things to keep her focused and calm. She, surprisingly, found comfort in the familiar atmosphere she had grown up in as a child. Nevertheless, the true focus that kept Maura at ease was Jane.

"Angela! Jane!" another Italian woman, a blonde, who looked a few years younger than Angela, greeted the bunch.

"Stacy, this is Dr. Maura Isles, Jane's companion for the weekend," Suzie introduced.

"We're friends," Maura felt the urge to say. "Well, and colleagues."

Jane held her breath.

"Wonderful," Stacy gleamed. "Come in, come in. Jack and Helena are in the kitchen."

Angela and Maura followed Stacy into the kitchen. Tony turned to Suzie; he lifted a dark eyebrow again before Suzie turned to Jane. Angela's family certainly had a way about communicating, which Jane had learned from an early age.

"Janie, dear, I could help you with your bags," Suzie's words lingered with a hidden question.

"I've got it," she answered before ascending the stairs.

The upstairs runner opened to two long halls, three bedrooms on each side.

"Tony, Stacy and the kids are to the left," Suzie began, "I've got your Ma's room here." She opened the door, revealing a small twin size bed and homely, yet impersonal affects. As Tony entered the room and set the luggage inside, Suzie walked Jane to the bedroom at the end of the hall.

"And here," Suzie opened the door. Jane quickly noted the full bed against the wall. She stopped, realizing that Tony still lingered down the hall.

"Is your room," Suzie finished with a smile.

"Uh," Jane felt her palms get sweaty. It was one thing to sleep in your best friend's bed after downing bottles of beer and glasses of wine. However, sharing a bed with your best friend was a completely different matter when on family holiday, especially when Jane had spent the past fifteen years dispelling the "closeted gay" quips.

"Oh! I'm sorry," Suzie began, "Angela said you were bring someone, well, silly me, I just assumed." Suzie's Italian features blushes at her blunder. "I could move the children, and you could have the trundle beds."

"No, no," Jane said. "As much as I know those two don't want to be sharing a room, I don't think any of us would get a good night's rest if they had to share a bed." Jane finally entered the room, having watched Tony descend the stairs out of the corner of her eye. She rolled Maura's luggage next to the nightstand before setting the second bag next to it.

"If it's alright with you, I could take the ground keeper's place."

"Heaven forbid!" the woman shouted.

"I take it, Jasper's here?"

"Well, no, but I couldn't live with myself if you slept out there."

Jane gave the thoughtful woman a humble smile before speaking again.

"As much as I appreciate your hospitality, Suzie, I would hope you would understand my wishes." Jane's eyes beseeched firmly that the subject be put to rest. With a dejected sigh, Suzie gave a half-heart smile before nodding. Extended a hand, Suzie offered to take Jane's bag.

"You don't have to do that," Jane tried to argue.

"Well if you're not stay here, it's the least I can do; ora passami la borsa."

Jane slipped the bag from her frame and handed it to the woman.

"Go on down, I'll be back in a few."

The young brunette mirrored the smile before leaving the room and joining the others in the kitchen.