A/N Taken from a prompt meant to be a one shot, turned into multichapter fic. Thanks for taking the time to read.

The lobby was quiet. The clocks situated every twenty feet or so along the walls read 9:27pm. The whole building was quiet as an older woman roamed the halls in search of her children. Her children were cops; well, two of them at least. The eldest, her only daughter, was a detective and the middle, well he wanted to be just like his big sister. It wasn't a shock when their daughter told them she was going to the academy instead of university. It was all she could talk about. And it was even less of a shock when the next in line decided to follow his sister. The youngest, however, was a magnet for trouble. He had a record as long as his arm of misdemeanors and petty crimes.

The years were filled with constant worry for her three kids. She knew it would never be easy, and they'd never be safe and she'd have countless sleepless nights. But she loved them all the same. The two eldest loved their work. And her youngest, well he didn't exactly love prison, but seemed to get along with the other guys well enough. So, as long as they were happy, or sort of happy, she was happy.

Normally, civilians weren't allowed past a certain point in the police station without an escort. But, everyone knew the Rizzoli matriarch and knew to stay out of her way when it came to her kids.


Angela Rizzoli entered the quiet bullpen, a canvas tote on her arm.

Her daughter, Jane Rizzoli, the great Homicide detective, sat with her back to the door, across from her partner, Barry. In the desk next to them was senior detective and long time friend, Vince Korsak. They were all deep in thought, pushing papers around, looking for clues. The mother's eyes intentionally steered clear of the evidence board as she walked up behind her daughter, not noticing the petite honey blonde standing behind it, reviewing a file.

"Hey kids." She greeted, causing all the detectives to look up, "and Korsak." She chuckled

"Hey ma. What are you doing here?" Jane asked with a tired smile

"Hi Mrs Rizzoli." Barry said with a smile, his eyes darting to the bag she was carrying

"I brought you guys some food. I thought you'd be hungry." She unloaded three paper sacks, all with names scrawled on the top.

"Thanks ma."

Barry took his eagerly, "thanks mama Rizzoli."

The door opened suddenly and Frankie Rizzoli waltzed in with a kiss to his mother's cheek as his hand dug into the tote.

"Thanks ma." the younger Rizzoli smirked as he walked off with a paper bag with his name on it.

"Thank you Angela." Vince laughed.

Angela turned to her daughter, "Are you going to get to bed at a decent hour tonight? You've not been sleeping, and don't tell me otherwise! A mother knows."

Jane blushed and sheepishly opened the paper sack, "Not tonight ma." she said with a somber voice, "This is important."

Angela sighed, "you say that about every case."

Jane sighed, just like her mother and looked into older brown eyes with seriousness, "because, ma, they're all important."

With a final squeeze to her daughter's shoulder, the older woman turned, and her eyes finally fell on to the petite blonde woman, clutching a file close to her chest as she surveyed the scene in front of her. In the split second before Angela spoke, she noticed that the woman didn't look at all like she belonged in this world of blood and gore. She was small, but not short. Petite, but not completely fragile looking. Her hair was done up too perfectly for this late at night. Her dress was something she'd seen in a fashion magazine somewhere. Her hazel eyes were wide, as if analyzing every move the older woman made.

"Hi, I'm Angela, Janie's mom." the woman said proudly, holding her hand out

The smaller woman hesitated just a second too long, but then held her hand out with a shy smile, "I'm Dr. Maura Isles."

Angela's eye widened with pleased surprise, "A doctah? Wow. And what do you do around here?"

Maura nodded, "I'm the Chief Medical Examiner of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts."

Angela's smile never wavered, "That's quite a mouthful, isn't it?"

Maura's face fell just slightly.

"Medical Examiner…huh, you're the one that uh, cuts up the victims and figures out how they died, right?"

Maura's features picked back up, "Yes. I am."

"Wow." Angela looked a little taken aback. But her smile broadened, "Are you new around here? I know most of Janie's friends."

"Colleagues, Ma." Jane clarified, engrossed in the paperwork in front of her, "I'm not friends with all my colleagues." If she hadn't been staring down an incident report, she'd see that the doctor's face fell yet again.

Yet, used to a lifetime of torment and rejection, Maura steeled her resolve and plastered a fake smile on her face, "Though I am not new to Boston, for I spent a few years as a child here, I am new to this job. I moved here a month ago."

"Well," Angela started with a smile, "Welcome back."


Jane and Maura stood in the morgue together over a body lain across the table a few days later. It was a late night after a long week. A triple homicide had come in on Monday, and now, with almost zero evidence, the doctor was combing over the latest body for any unseen information. Jane stayed with her of course, preferring to be right there in case anything happened.

Maura finally stood straight and looked into the expectant eyes of the tall detective, "I'm sorry, Detective, I have nothing further to add to the report."

Jane's shoulders fell in defeat.

"We've analyzed and processed every bit of evidence found on all the bodies." the doctor continued

A knock to the morgue doors broke them from their trains of thought. Looking around to the doors, both women caught the somewhat shy gaze of Maura's senior criminalist, Susie Chang.

Maura waved the shorter woman in.

"Excuse me, Doctor Isles, Detective…" she paused, "There's someone in your office to see you."

Maura turned her wrist over to check her watch, "Who is here so late at night?"

Susie's eyes turned to Jane's with a sheepish look, "Uh, a Mrs. Rizzoli."

Confused, the two took off their gloves and Jane followed Maura into the doctor's adjoining office to find none other than Angela Rizzoli staring up at a mask on the wall.

"I've never been down here before." Angela spoke a little excitedly with a hint of apprehension, "is this your office Maura?"

"Yes." Maura didn't know what to say. Besides Jane, no one voluntarily visited her office.

"Well." She sighed, then looked as though she just remembered her purpose for visiting, "I brought you and Janie somethin to eat."

Jane curiously opened the bag and her eyes widened with joy, "A snack pack! Thanks ma."

Maura took the proffered bag with a polite smile.

"Well." Angela started, "You know what I'm gonna say."

Jane sighed, "Get some sleep, eat some food, you're too skinny, be careful, take care of yourself, I got it ma."

The older woman slugged her daughter's arm, but left with a smirk. Jane turned to the doctor, "Are you hungry now? Or do you want to wait awhile?"

Maura still looked a little shocked from the visit; the bag held aloft.

"Doctor Isles?"

Maura looked up, "Yes?"

Jane smirked, "You don't have to eat it, you know. Ma just likes to feed people."

Maura, ever the polite, refined Isles, "Of course I'll eat it. Right now as a matter of fact."

The brunette chuckled, "Do you mind if I join you?"

"Of course." Maura gestured towards the couch. Jane sat on the end of the couch and Maura sat in the chair. The detective tore into the bag, pulling out everything with a grin. Except the carrots; those received quite the grimace.

"Jane?" Came a timid voice

Jane looked up form her file and saw Maura had everything out of the bag and on her lap. An apple, a bag of Cheetos, a snack pack pudding, bottle of water and a sandwich. The last of which was in her hands, being inspected by critical eyes.

"Yah?"

"What is in this sandwich, the white substance?"

Jane chuckled, "peanut butter and fluff."

"Fluff? Light downy particles of cotton?"

"Marshmallow fluff." Jane laughed, "try it. They're addicting, trust me."

Maura took a hesitant, small bite and chewed. Her eyes widened comically and a smile grew across her lips, "oh goodness, this is delicious." She took another bite, this one quite a bit bigger.

Jane took a big bite of her own sandwich, munching with a smile as she watched Doctor eat her food.

"Does your mother do this every day?"

Jane shrugged, "most days. She doesn't have a lot to do now that we're all grown. So she pesters us whenever she can."

"That just means she loves you." Maura smiled

Jane shrugged, "yeah, I know."

The brunette watched the other woman look down at her hands with a sort of pained expression.

"What's wrong?" Jane asked with a mouth full of peanut butter and fluff.

Maura looked back up at her dinner companion, "Don't take for granted a parent's love, detective. Some people don't have the pleasure of basking in their parents affection." she said quietly, then looking back down to her sandwich, taking another, slightly larger bite.

The detective was a little confused by the statement, "And what do you mean by that?" Jane asked, not letting it go

Before either could sat another thing, their phones rang.

"Rizzoli." "This is Doctor Isles."


Disclaimer: This fic doesn't have a set story line. It's just a series of events that kinda play off of what we already know about the two. It's actually a series of "firsts" for the duo that I think would have happened before the show started, and a few after the show started.