Friday afternoon at BPD.

Jane plopped down in her chair across from Frost with a defeated sigh. It was the first time she had seen her partner or a chair all day.

"What's up mama?" Frost laughed

"Ya know, Frost, calling me mama all the time is getting a little old. I've been back at work for five months now." Jane snapped

"Ohhhh, touchy today. Rough night Rizzoli?"

"I'm not sure Frost…. I think my wife is mad at me. It's only her 5th day back at work and she's addressing me as detective. Last night when we got home she didn't speak to me until she told me I was sleeping on the couch; then went to bed without another word. She didn't even let me help with the boys bed time routine. I tried to get her attention or at least get her to acknowledge me but nothing. Not a damn word or glance in my direction."

"She hasn't said anything to me. She seemed fine an hour ago when I picked up the John Doe file. Maura has been Maura since she came back. Same Dr. Rizzoli we've known for 5 years now, but with that Mother bear attitude goin on. Ya know, I've learned a lot about childcare in the last five days; your boys are all she talks about when she isn't explaining her reports to me. Maybe she's having mommy guilt and taking it out on you?"

-phone ringing-

"Rizzoli… yeah. So why are you telling me?…. Why didn't you just call her in the first place. Just because she's my wife doesn't mean I have time to be your errand girl…. Whatever Korsak, call her yourself; I'm busy… Fine…. Today! No. I'm sure she want's to go home. Damn it. I know. But somebody is going to owe her coffee Monday morning."

"What did Korsak want?" Frost asked from behind his computer screen.

"He wants me to go tell Maura that the Mayor's father died early this morning and that the Mayor is requesting an autopsy even though he was 87 yrs old and appears to have died in his sleep."

"Why didn't he just call the Doc himself? As far as I know there aren't any autopsies scheduled for Monday so it's not like she has to rearrange her schedule."

"Uh no. The mayor wants it done tonight so they can have the viewing tomorrow and the funeral service Sunday, and she wants Dr. Rizzoli-Isles to perform the examination. Maura is not going to be happy… I know she wants to get home to be with the babies. I better get down there so she has a little warning before the body arrives. I probably won't be back up today, so see ya Monday partner." Jane said.

"Good luck Jane!" Frost shouted as she stepped into the elevator.

As Jane pushed through the double doors into the morgue she knew the impending conversation with her wife would not end well. She took a deep breath as she opened the door to Maura's office. Maura looked up at the visitor and instantly tensed. Her tall, dark, and incredibly beautiful wife stopped just in front of her desk, and held her breath obviously waiting for Maura to say something. Maura, however, looked back down without a word to continue organizing paperwork.

Jane took a shallow breath and finally spoke. "Maura… the mayor's father died this morning."

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. Are we expected to attend the funeral?" Maura questioned without looking up.

"Um… no… but the Mayor requested that you do an autopsy even though her father was 87 and obviously died of natural causes."

"Ok. I'll clear my schedule for Monday morning. I don't have anything urgent during that time anyway. Was that all you needed Detective Rizzoli?" Maura finally looked up at the woman towering over her desk.

Detective Rizzoli?! Wtf? Jane thought. I get her trying to be professional around our colleagues but it's just us, and it's HER freaking office. Maura's tone and use of Jane's formal title hurt and quite frankly pissed Jane off. "Uh.. Well.. No. She wants it done today. The viewing is tomorrow and the funeral is Sunday. She specifically requested you. DOCTOR Rizzoli-Isles."

"Today! It's nearly 5pm on a Friday. I was preparing my things to leave. I want to get home to the boys; Angela can not watch them all night. The body isn't even here; I won't be home in time to put them to bed!"

Maura abruptly stood up and went to the office door yanking it open with force that Jane rarely saw from the petite blonde woman. She told, or rather yelled at, the remaining lab assistant to stop cleaning and go home. She turned back to Jane who was standing with her arms crossed in the doorway of Maura's office.

"Maura, I can get the boys ready for bed. They have several bottles in the fridge at home and even though they like for you to feed them at night I don't think they'll mind one dinner with me. I'm sure they'll wake up when you get home anyway. They always know when their mommy is there. I know you want to be there all the time, but can't you just trust me to do it by myself this once?" Jane had started her spiel a little angry but by the end of it she was just upset. Maybe that's why she didn't want my help last night with the boys. She doesn't trust me to take care of them and would just rather do it herself. Jane glared at Maura forcing herself not to tear up.

"Jane Rizzoli-Isles!" Maura moved quickly to stand in front of her wife. She could always read Jane; even when Jane thought she was hiding her every emotion. She had a sudden pang of guilt for being the one to put the hurt in her eyes. "Of course I trust you with our sons. You're a wonderful mother." She said as she placed her hands on Jane's biceps. As hurt and angry Maura was with Jane she couldn't, even for a second, let Jane believe that she wasn't a good mother to their children.

"Then why are you yelling at me about not being able to go home? I already tried to fix it but the mayor won't take no for an answer. Apparently her family is more important than everyone else's." Jane whispered.

"I trust you with the boys Jane. I'm just a little frustrated and suffering from mommy guilt. Being back at work after spending every second of the last six months with them is difficult. I was looking forward to getting home and holding them. It's nice to be wanted… to be needed."

"So you wouldn't let me help with the boys last night because you needed them to need you and not me?"

"No Jane. That is not why I did it myself." Maura said raising her voice a little.

"Ok. If that's not the reason then did it have something to do with why you weren't speaking or looking at me, and why you made me sleep on the couch?" Jane questioned matching Maura's volume increase and moving her hands to the smaller woman's shoulders to hold her in place.

"Yes. Jane. It actually has everything to do with that. Now if you'll excuse me I need to prepare for an autopsy. Tell the boys I love them. I'll try not to wake you when I get home but it might be impossible as the couch is in between the front door and the bedrooms. " Maura stepped backwards and abruptly turned to move to the exam table forcing Jane's hands to fall from her shoulders.

Before she could get out of arms reach Jane grabbed her wrist and spun her back around.

"Jane. I have work to do." Maura said through clenched teeth.

"I'm not sleeping on the couch." Jane husked out

"Fine, I'll sleep on the couch. Please leave my pillow in the family room."

"No."

"Excuse me?" Maura asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No one is sleeping on the couch until you give me a damn good reason why."

"Language Jane."

"Our children aren't here Maura and I think the situation warrants a bad word or two. Stop avoiding and give me a reason we can't sleep in OUR bed. TOGETHER." if possible Jane's voice had gotten even lower.

"That's just it Jane! WE DON'T SLEEP TOGHETHER!" Maura's emotions were getting the best of her; they always did when her wife was around.

"Wait… what? Last night was the first night I've slept on the couch in months." Jane said completely lost.

"Not what I meant Jane. I meant slept together as in sex. Which we haven't had since before the twins were born, and that was because I suggested it to speed the labor process."

"But… I mean… you, ya know. I didn't think you wanted to. You haven't really… you've always been pretty blunt about that Maur. I just thought that our little guys wore you out. They're always hungry or demanding our attention in some other way… I didn't know." Jane's voice cracked not really knowing what else to say. How was she supposed to know Maura wanted that. She seemed ok when they just fell asleep cuddled together, clothes on, every night. Maura always made it obvious, which Jane needed because she sucked at taking hints.

"Well if you haven't noticed, which you obviously have or we wouldn't be having this conversation, I have yet to lose much of the baby weight." Maura stated.

"What do you mean we wouldn't be having this conversation? You carried twins for 9 months Maura of course you have baby weight, so what?" Jane was once again lost in what Maura was trying to say.

"Jane, I know that you were physically attracted to me before I was pregnant and you always told me how beautiful I looked carrying our children but the only conclusion I can draw from us not being intimate is that now that I'm not pregnant you won't be physically attracted to me until I'm back to my pre-baby body." The tears in Maura's eyes threatened to spill over as she voiced her insecurities to Jane. She wanted to know that Jane still thought she was sexy. She wanted her wife to want her. Before she had gotten pregnant with the twins and even through most of the pregnancy Jane couldn't seem to keep her hands off her. Jane stood with her hand still around Maura's wrist not able to comprehend what she just heard. Maura, her gorgeous, sweet, absolutely perfect in every way wife, thought that she wasn't attracted to her anymore? Seriously?

Jane was internally screaming at herself for not figuring it out sooner. Jesus I'm a fucking idiot. Somebody should take my detective's shield away. I don't deserve her. How could I be such an ass! This woman carried my two perfect baby boys for nine months and I haven't shown her how much I love her since before they were born. You need to fix this shit right now Rizzoli. Say something!

Jane took a small step forward and put her hands on Maura's hips. "Maura, baby, no no no. I love you. Of course…" Jane's words were cut off by a young woman in an EMT uniform stepping through the morgue's double doors.