"Jane?"
"Hurm?"
"Jane, have you post the announcement yet?"
"Huh?"
"The announcement? The one Sean puts you in charge of?"
No answer for her next question. Rolling her eyes upward looking at the ceiling, Angela releases a deep sigh. She is in Maura's kitchen, preparing dinner for them since the doctor is called for work and hasn't had time to do so.
But there her one and only daughter, the-isn't-on-call-today Detective Jane Clementine Rizzoli who is supposed to be lending hands with the dinner is still planted on the living room couch, playing game on her new smartphone.
She knows she should never encourage Maura in talking Jane into buying a new phone. And now look! She doesn't even listen to her babble. She is always doesn't listen to her. Most of the time.
"Jane?"
"Ma?" Footsteps come out from the inner side of the kitchen marching toward the couch.
"Have you post the announcement yet?"
"No." One word. Simple.
"Then when are you going to do it?" Eyes narrow down.
"I don't know." Doesn't care.
"Stop that game." A flip of towel in the air out of frustration.
"Why?" Mention with no emotion, at all.
"When people are talking you should listen, Jane Clementine Rizzoli."
Angela sees Jane bites her inner cheek in concentration in her game. Taking a deep breath and probably sighing for the nth time since Jane comes after work today. It should help to calm her down likes Maura always telling her, she trusts the good doctor, but it simply useless to deal with her stubborn-voluntarily-but-not-really-deaf daughter.
"Jane! Are you listening to me?"
"I did. I answer you, didn't I?"
"You haven't answer my real question?" Angela exasperates with hands flail in the air out of frustration. How many time she has to keep asking the same question?
A dead game sound is heard. Angela assumes it is the dead game sound since every time she hears it, Jane would groan. Just like now.
"Oh no! Not again. It took me more than half an hour to enter that stage." Jane whines and pouts.
"Yeah, not again. It took me more than.."
"Jane, is that your mother's yelling that I heard way out from the porch?" The sound of the front door opens and closes before the house owner enters Angela's sight.
"Maura! Thank goodness you are back." She almost runs to give the doctor a grateful hug which Maura returns happily. At least this daughter of hers appreciates her hug unlike the others.
Maura is getting used to the affection and loving it.
"What happen?" Maura asks when Angela releases her. "Jane?"
"Hey Maura." The brunette greets without sparing a glance toward them at her side. They are not even behind her. She only has to turn her head just a little to the right and there they are. She could see them then back again to her game.
Angela scowls at Jane. "Jane hasn't posted the announcement for the Homicide Department 500th cases solved party. And it is in three more days!" She crossed her arms.
"She is supposed to be the, err.. what do they called it?" Angela tries to recall the word while tapping on her chin with her finger.
"Media committee?" Maura supplies. Well, she also forgets the specific word. Maura rarely joined any committee to be in charge with anything back in her school days.
"Hurm.. yeah. Something like that." Angela shrugs before continues giving Jane her glare that hit the back of the brunette's head.
She sighs and starts back her work at the kitchen again. See, she does her job alone in kitchen. For whom she cooks dinner anyways if not for her kids, and the boys aren't even there yet. What time is it now already?
"Instead of doing that Jane doesn't do anything. For three hours Maura, three hours she had been seated on the couch, doesn't move nor speak except for a one word of answer for my every thousands of words question." Maura wonders it Angela really does uses that much of words.
"That phone and that game." Angela keeps on babbling while kneading the dough and spreading some flour on the counter surface. Multitasking is her expertise. She had raised three Rizzoli kids.
"I swear I'd pack and ship the phone away if she still like that." She smacks the dough hard with the palm of her hand. "The event is in three more days and she doesn't even let go of that damn phone." Angela punctuates each word with a smack on the dough with roller. She splits it into half with so much force that the flour rises in the air floating like thick dust around her.
She turns to cut a cucumber with so much for that the sound of the knife hit the counter echoed throughout the house. "Can you get her to do something more important Maura?"
For the whole time since she arrives home and stepping into the living room, Maura simply blinks while watching the hurricane Mama Rizzoli telling her about what Jane does or the lack of thing she does. It constantly amazes her on how Jane can stay still with her mother babbles like that in the same room.
Maura can't even imagine if her adoptive mother, Constance is like that. It would be a sight to watch, that is what her best friend would say.
Hurrying shredding her coat and hanging it, the once frozen Maura goes to Jane and sits next to her. A hand places on Jane's knee. "Jane, why don't you just post about it?" She questions with the voice that always makes Jane opens up to her.
Maura glanced at Angela that is busy in the kitchen but she knows she is watching them even when she is finally keeps quiet.
"I told them I didn't want to do the job. Isn't that Frost's job? IT and such, it would be easier if they appoint him. He would be so happy to do it." Jane grumbles and let Maura takes her phone off her hands even though she is still in the middle of her game.
Maura sighs understandably. Jane really hates this kind of menial job. And it is partially my fault that Jane's old small screen phone is too old and needs to be replaced with this smarter and newer one.
"Come on. I can help you." She smiles and hand out her hand.
Angela sees Jane places her scarred hand and Maura tugs her up. Such a lean adult woman as Jane, it would be a great deal even to pull her up off the couch but yet Maura's smile doesn't cease when Jane finally gets up from her slouching position.
That says so much. It means Jane voluntarily gets up. She doesn't protest. Not even a word comes out from her as they pass the kitchen and walk hand by hand toward Maura's home office room.
Easy. Maura makes handling Jane easy.
A smile frames Angela's face. She sighs contently and continues her job.
The bell rings and the boys enter the house pouching on each other like professional rugby players before she shouts "Knock it off boys!" and they stop to give her kiss on cheek. Maura and Jane come back to the kitchen a moment later.
Without a word being uttered by Angela, those kids of hers working with her and filling the kitchen, laughing and joking around. Jane even changes to better clothes since Korsak and Frost also will join them later on. It is Rizzoli's Sunday dinner.
And Jane does that because Maura asks her to. Angela doesn't have to say a word.
Easier.
Maura makes everything about Jane easier.
No thousands of words needed to make Jane moving her skinny ass, oops, from anywhere to somewhere.