Personal Note: I am entertained that after last summer when the ladies were outed by shippers and fans alike, the FF got good and TNT noticed. I have yet to see an episode that isn't a blip on the ol gaydar. I love it. Give the fans what they want...all that unresolved sexual tension! The two actors are great at it! Let it flow! I am befuddled at Maura's in heat character of late, but I guess I've been there before. Oh well, let's go!

"There's more than one Rizzoli with a beautiful mind." Jane said, with her trademark smile and ambled into the kitchen for a bottle of beer as Maura laughed and Angela's eyes narrowed a little.

"Tommy, I can't believe you bashed the door in," Angela said sternly to her son, her eyes following Maura into the kitchen where the doctor smiled openly at her friend and let her eyes linger on hers as she poured herself a glass of wine. Jane watched her with the same ease, the small smile on her lips. "You need to go to the hardware store now and fix this so Doctor Isles can sleep in peace."

Tommy looked over at his sister and the doctor with an astonished expression on his face. Jane shook her head and narrowed her eyes at him while Maura just feigned innocence and shook her head slightly.

"Ma!" He said after he saw that he was getting no help from those two, "How am I supposed to fix that now?" He asked.

"Not my concern," Angela said to him, going for her purse. She pulled out a large wad of twenty dollar bills and counted four out. Jane and Maura exchanged slightly humored and horrific glances. "Here, take this and get whatever you need and come back here and fix the door. I raised you better than this."

Tommy got up slowly and took the cash from his mother, "Ma, you don't need to do this. I've got a job." He looked into the kitchen for support but again, got none.

"I know, baby," Angela said to her son, moving him to the door, "But let me get this one, okay. You just get going before the store closes."

After she closed the door on her youngest son, she turned around to face her daughter and the doctor who were still lazing in the kitchen near each other.

"Angela, that was unnecessary." Maura said with a smile, pouring Angela a glass of wine, "I will call a contractor tomorrow. It's doubtful that he is going to be able to completely repair the damage." She handed her the glass. Angela took a sip.

"Win big at the casino, Ma?" Jane asked her, "You shouldn't have waved all that cash in front of him, you know."

Angela shook her head, "We can talk about that later, Jane. And I did it on purpose. I know how much I have. And I'll know if he takes any of it." She sighed, "But that's not what I want to talk about."

"Then what is it, Ma?" Jane asked her mother, "We've had a really hard day and just want to relax. I'm hungry and tired. Cranky. My toe still hurts." She shot a look at Maura, who just raised her eyebrows. " So what is it?" She walked to the sofa and sat down, letting her head fall back as she kicked out of her boots. She glanced in the kitchen and saw Maura dialing her phone. "Who are you calling?" She asked. Maura raised her finger to the detective and turned her back.

"Jane," Angela began, sitting on the sofa next to her daughter. "What is going on here? I leave for a few days to have some fun and I come back to you and Tommy with Doctor Isles and a broken door. Tommy didn't break the door did he?"

"Ma! Does it matter how the door got broken?" Jane asked, "Some things you just need to leave be. Like the door."

Angela shook her head, "Janie, if you broke the door because Tommy was in here with her-"

"Enough!" Jane broke in, "Ma, that's not what happened. "

Angela made a not-so-subtle-glance into the kitchen where Maura still on the phone, "Jane, I consider Doctor Isles part of our family and so does Connie. We both agree that Maura being around people like us and her coworkers has instilled more life into her. But that doesn't mean I want her dating Tommy. So if you broke the door because he was getting fresh with her, I understand."

Jane's brain was as slow as a beach volleyball player in combat boots. Fresh? Connie?

It was at that time Maura joined them in her living room. Angela got up from the sofa and slid into a wing chair as Maura automatically took the sofa with Jane.

"Connie?" Jane asked, looking over at Maura, who wore a slightly worried look, "Maura's mother?" Angela nodded, "I hope you don't call her Connie to her face." Jane said, also worried.

"Jane, how could I call her anything to her face if I've only met her once." Angela said.

Maura piped in, "Yes, well you say that you have been speaking to her."

"She calls the guesthouse sometimes," Angela answered easily, sipping more wine. "We have had a few talks. She's a very interesting woman."

"I'd like to be a fly on that wall," Jane muttered then turned to Maura, "Who were you on the phone with?" She asked, hopping up to get another beer.

"Tommy," Maura answered, not watching as Jane rolled her eyes.

She popped the top of her beer, "Yeah? I don't think he's going to get past this checkmate, Maura."

Maura smiled at that one, "I instructed him to pick up the take out I ordered for us. I know you said you were hungry and it got me to thinking about when the last time I ate was. So I figured that we needed to eat. Angela, you are welcome to stay and join us."

Jane grabbed the bottle of wine and topped off her mother's and Maura's glass of wine. They shared the same knowing smile. Angela watched quietly.

"Ok, so that's settled," She said, "Now what happened to your door?" Directing this question to Maura, she was planning on not getting the runaround like she always did from her daughter and sons.

"Jane didn't break it down," Maura started, "It was…well…it was…my father…uh, he was hurt and needed a doctor." She shot a look at Jane.

"Your father?" Angela admonished, "Who's your father? The mob?"

Maura nodded and drank more of her wine, "Patty Doyle."

Tommy had gotten back with the food and they had moved to the guest house while Tommy set about to secure the door for the night.

"So you don't know who your mother is," Angela asked as they traded cartons of vegetables, shrimp and scallops, rice and noodles, "And he won't tell you."

Maura nodded as she bit into a broccoli floret. "I assume he will never tell me. I assume there are ways to find out if I need to."

"Do you want to?"Jane asked.

Maura looked over at her, her eyes wandering around her friend's face, as if searching for her true meaning in asking the question again.

"Yes, and no, I guess." She answered.

Jane raised her eyebrows and smile, "Guess?" She looked at her amused mother, "You are guessing?"

Maura looked at her and smiled too. "Oh, Jane, stop it. I can guess as long as it isn't a scientific guess."

"Speaking of a scientific guess, did you send Pike home?" She asked, "What a douche. I heard him yakking to Frost about discrimination because you are a female."

"He's gone." Maura answered, "And not before I exploded him."

Angela and Jane smiled at each other again, "You mean 'blew him up'."

"I did!" She said, excitedly, "I told him to shove it. That I was his boss and I could move him to the worst district in the state if I wanted." The three laughed.

Angela began to clear the dishes as Jane scooped various containers into a rice carton and added some soy sauce and a pair of chopsticks.

"So Janie didn't break down the door, Tommy's all gaga over you," Angela was saying to Maura, "Janie taught him to play chess, and your father is the mob."

Maura nodded and looked at Jane. "That's correct."

"And Janie, doesn't it seem that you are always over here?" Angela asked her daughter, "I mean every time I'm here you're here."

"Point?" Jane asked.

Angela shrugged, "No point." Then to Maura, "You don't want to go out with Tommy. Leopards don't change their spots, they just hide them." She wiped her hands on a towel and popped the takeout container in the microwave. "Now go get your brother and tell him to get over here and eat so you two can go to sleep."

Later, on her sofa, Maura looked at Jane. "What do you think she meant about that?" She asked her friend.

"What?" Jane asked, "The fact that she and your mom talk, which is freaky. Or the fact that she doesn't want you dating Tommy?"

Maura sipped her wine, "Maybe it's both. She did assume that you were jealous and broke my door in." She batted her eyebrows and in a mock-falsetto, "My hero!"

Jane nudged her, "Oh stop it." She smiled and laid her head back in Maura's lap, unaware that Angela was spying on them through the perfectly placed crease in the curtains she had finagled earlier that evening.

"We do all feel like a family." Maura said, "A real one. It's kind of nice. Why didn't you tell me before that you played chess?"

"I didn't think it was important." Jane answered.

Maura closed her eyes and rested a hand on Jane's hair. "Oh, it's very important."