The promotion and the motorcycle had gone to his head. Maybe it was the musky smell of the leather or the squeaky sound his jacket made as he swayed his arms when he walked, he wasn't sure. But whatever it was, his confidence level was sky high. He was no longer just the younger Rizzoli. He was now a force to be reckoned with at BPD.

He may be the newest detective at the station, but he was determined to no longer be the butt of all the other detective's jokes. In fact, it was high time he started giving shit instead of always being on the receiving end of it.

So when he saw Jane slip quietly from the passenger side of Maura's car in the parking garage, he decided it was time to throw his weight around a little. She probably had one too many at the Robber last night and had to have Maura drive her homeā€¦again. It was the third time in the last two weeks he'd witnessed this morning routine. Jane really needed to learn how to hold her alcohol. She was starting to give the Rizzoli's a bad name.

Frankie slipped the key out of the ignition as he crawled off the bike. Time to start getting his digs in on his big sister.

He caught up with them at the coffee pot in the cafe. He sauntered up between them, hands thrust in his pockets, feeling a little cocky in his leather jacket and dirt on his big sister.

He looked Jane up and down. "You look like shit, sis. Rough night?" He teased. "Didn't get much sleep," she mumbled as she poured an obscene amount of sugar into her coffee, avoiding eye contact.

He turned to the doctor. "Morning Maura. Hey, I saw you and Jane come to work in the same car again this morning. You two dating now?" he said with a chuckle as he reached for a cup.

Maura spun around to look at him, her eyes wide. Obviously he'd touched on a nerve. So much for being funny.

"Apparently not. You'd think after she gave me three of the best orgasms of my life, dinner would be in order, wouldn't you?" Maura's hands landed on her hips as she stared expectantly at Jane.

Frankie stifled the gag reflux at the mention of his sister's sexual escapades.

"Apparently your sister doesn't do 'relationships', " Maura threw up the air quotes and glared at Jane, "But she has no problem keeping me up half the night writhing in my own kitchen, on my couch, pressed up against the washer-"

"Okay! I think he gets the picture, Maura," Jane cut in, trying to save a sliver of her dignity.

Frankie's face was frozen in a horrified expression.

Jane slapped a hand over her eyes and rubbed roughly down her face. "Thanks a lot Frankie. That's all I needed." She grumbled under her breath so that only he could hear her, "Way to out me, asshole."

"Is she for real?" Frankie whispered to Jane as he jutted a thumb towards the doctor.

Jane nodded as she pinched the bridge of her nose. It would have been so much easier if she had just had a hangover.

Frankie looked from Maura and back to Jane.

"Well, what are you waiting for? You're never going to do any better than her. Get your head out of your ass!" He said as he slapped a lid on his coffee.

He shrugged apologetically to Maura as he passed her, "All these years I thought she was the smartest Rizzoli." He looked back to shake his head at his sister, "You're startin' to make Tommy look like a genius, Jane."