RIZZOLI & ISLES

Rizzoli vs Rizzoli

InkWheels

Title: Rizzoli vs Rizzoli

Rating: PG–13

Spoilers:Season finale

Summary: A drabble about how Mama Rizzoli would react to what happened.

Rizzoli vs Rizzoli

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When I open my eyes, my mother is right there; cupping my face in her hands as if I’d just gone back in time and I was just a kid.

“Jane,” she says in a soft, pillowy voice; the usual husky tone evaporated, “my baby, are you alright?”

“Yeah, ma,” I slur like a drunken sailor.

I saw her eyes glancing around me; at all of the machines, wires and tubes I was hooked up to.

It scared her.

Not much scares my mother but this scared her.

“Maura called me and told me what happened.”

I nodded.

Maura.

Just the sound of her name made me feel better.

“It’s also all over the news.” The look on her face began to change.

“How’s Frankie?”

She set her jaw and if I wasn’t high as a kite on pain meds I could have sworn she glared at me for a moment.

“He’s good. He’s going to be fine.” Her tone was short and I knew there was a shitstorm rolling in.

I didn’t even know how to respond and normally that’s not a problem for me. Guess I really am hurt.

She walked away from the side of my bed and started pacing.

Here it comes.

I kept the nurse’s call button close at hand. It was kind of like giving her the gong on The Gong Show. One push of this button and she’s outta here.

“What the hell were you thinking, Jane?”

I don’t want to deal with my mother on a good day so I definitely don’t feel like dealing with her now.

“Ma. You…”

“Don’t even try to make excuses, Jane. You ALWAYS make excuses but this goes above and beyond anything I could ever imagine you’d pull.”

“Pull?”

“You shot yourself!”

She said it so loud I think I felt my ear drums rattle.

“I know! I was there, remember!” Pain shot through my side and forced me to close my eyes and clench my teeth.

Maura walked into the room; her eyes wide and her face etched with concern. “Everything okay in here?”

“No, it’s not!” my mother nearly growled at her.

Maura stood next to my side, taking my hand as she saw the pain written on my face. “I don’t mean to be rude, Mrs. Rizzoli, but you need to lower your voice. Jane’s been through a lot…”

“Jane’s been through a lot?” she threw her hands up in the air, being her overly dramatic self. “Oh! That’s right. As usual it’s ALL about Jane.”

Maura looked at me, horrified by the comment.

I took in as deep of a breath as I could manage and blew it out slowly; Maura patted the back of my hand. “I can’t have this conversation now.”

“I really want to know what was going through your damn mind when you decided it would be a good idea to shoot yourself?”

“Mrs. Rizzoli,” Maura started, but I squeezed her hand and shook my head.

“Frankie was dying, Ma. DYING.” Tears started to roll down my cheeks from anger and pain, not because she was making me feel bad.

“The asshole took me hostage. Frankie didn’t have time. I begged them to shoot and they wouldn’t.” I gritted my teeth against the pain and placed my hand over my side.

“Jane,” Maura whispered as she leaned towards me, gripping my hand. “Stop.”

“No! She needs to understand.”

“Please, Jane.”

“I shot myself to kill Bobby and end it so that they could get Frankie out and save his life. You know what, Ma, it FUCKIN’ WORKED.”

“So risking your own life to MAYBE save him was a good idea?”

I couldn’t believe her. I’ve never wanted to punch her in the face but right now I most certainly did.

“Yes,” I snarled at her and then gasped as the pain was becoming too much.

“Okay, enough,” Maura said, clearly having heard enough, “Mrs. Rizzoli, you’re obviously very upset but I don’t think this is the appropriate time to discuss this. Why don’t you get some air and try to clam down.”

“Oh. So you’re kicking me out?”

“I’m sorry but yes. Jane’s in no condition to be under such stress.”

Maura stood by me, protecting me just like I had done for her in the morgue.

My mother picked up her pocketbook from the chair and hung it over her arm. “Fine. We will continue this conversation later.” She came over to me and kissed me on the forehead. “You know I love you, Janie.”

She looked at Maura, said nothing and walked out of the room.

As soon as the door shut behind her, Maura turned her full attention to me. “Are you okay?” She placed her hand, gently on my injured side. “Do you want me to get the nurse to see if they can give you something more for the pain?”

I shook my head, snuffing away my tears. “No. Having you here is enough.”

“I’m sorry, Jane.”

“Not your fault my mother’s a lunatic.” I shifted a little, trying to get comfortable but it hurt like hell.

She brushed stray hairs from my forehead and ran the back of her fingers down my cheek. “You sure you’re okay?”

I nodded.

My eyelids felt as heavy as wet cement and it was a matter of seconds before I fell asleep.

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