Okay, so this is my first Rizzoli and Isles fic, well really it's more like a drabble/missing scene from Just Push Play, set directly after Sean and Frank Sr. nearly get into a fist fight. Sean and Angela don't get enough attention on this site. Anyway, I love them, so I hope you enjoy this. I have a few more ideas for them in mind as well, so if you're interested in that, please let me know in a review.
The door closed quietly behind them, a soft echo in the still night. Neither of them said a word at first, so Sean took the opportunity to observe Angela. Her breaths came out shaky, and there were still tears in her eyes, though from Frank's insults or his and Frank's near physical altercation he didn't know. What he did know, however, was that he felt bad for even partly upsetting her.
He hated seeing her upset. She'd had enough pain in her life.
"I'm sorry Ang." he finally said as they made it to his car. When she looked up at him, her blue eyes were shining with confusion in addition to her tears.
"For what?" she asked, her voice coming out smooth and steady, betraying none of the sadness he had expected.
"For what happened in there. I didn't want to upset you." Angela smiled softly.
"It's okay. Frank has always been...difficult, especially when alcohol is involved." He looked down for a few moments, taking her hands and gently rubbing his thumbs over the back of them before looking up at her again.
"I just can't stand to hear anyone badmouthing you. Or your kids. They're great kids Ang, and you are an amazing mom, and an amazing woman, and I love you."
Now that surprised them both. It was the first time either of them had said those words out loud, and neither of them had expected Sean to say it first. Angela knew her shock had to be showing in her face because the shock on Sean's was rapidly morphing into a nervousness she'd never seen him show.
He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but her mouth was on his before he could get a word out. His hands fell instinctively to her hips, pinning her against the car as her arms wound around his neck. Only when air became a necessity did they break apart.
Leaning her forehead against his, Angela whispered breathlessly, "I love you too."
And with that, he kissed her.