A/N: Once again, I'd like to thank Harrytoad for proofreading! Also, I am dedicating this to my BFF; you know who you are :)

Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I hold any rights to anything regarding 'Rizzoli & Isles' and 'Wicked'.

Chapter 1

The Rizzoli Matriarch's Scheme

It's seven o'clock on a nice and sunny Sunday morning. When Angela enters Maura's kitchen, she notices the newspaper is out of its plastic covering and laying neatly on the island counter next to the fruit bowl. As she continues to look around, she observes a pot of coffee has been brewed, and after taking a sip, notes that it's not decaf. She turns to look outside the bay window in the kitchen and sees Maura out on her patio doing her morning Yoga. Poor dear. She's probably not sleeping well again and why she's out there earlier than usual today.

Angela is broken out of her reverie when the front door opens and closes with a bang. Looking up, half expecting it to be Jane, she sees her middle child Frankie.

"Hey Ma!" Frankie calls out as he makes his way over to sit on the barstool on the other side of the island counter.

"Shh! Maura's outside doing her Yoga. Use your inside voice. I don't want you to startle her." She chastises him.

"Okay, okay. Sorry Ma." He responds with his hands in the air.

"So are you here to chat with your poor lonely mutha or are you here for breakfast?" Angela asks coyly, setting up her trap.

But of course, Frankie has had many encounters of this variety and knows exactly how to answer. "Aww, come on Ma! You ain't lonely." He says, with the trademark Rizzoli grin.

With that Angela starts to riffle through the cabinets and fridge looking for ingredients to make him a hearty breakfast, fit for someone just coming home after pulling the graveyard shift.

Placing breakfast in front of him, all Angela gets is a distracted "Thanks Ma" as Frankie intently reads the Sports section of the Boston Globe.

"Welcome. Now put that paper down so you can eat." She tells him.

"Almost done. Just lemme finish up this article about the Sox."

Angela sighs. "All right." She picks up the rest of the newspaper and moves to the couch. After getting comfortable, she skims through the news, her mind beginning to wander. Why does my Janie have to be so stubborn? I understand her perspective, but she needs to be better at hearing the other side of the story. She needs to sit with Maura and listen to what she has to say, to what she feels. Hmm, what can be done to help my two girls mend their friendship?

Just then Angela reaches the front page of the Arts section where she sees a picture of two witches with 'Wicked' written across it that takes up the entire page, with the tagline above it, 'So much happened before Dorothy dropped in.' In bold below it: 'SEE THE SENSATIONAL MUSICAL THAT'S SWEEPING THE NATION FOR A LIMITED TWO WEEK ENGAGEMENT!'

Her interest piqued, she turns the page and begins reading the article. What really gets her gears turning are these two sentences: "Wicked tells the untold story of an unlikely friendship between two girls who meet at Shiz University" and "Following an encounter with the Wonderful Wizard of Oz, their friendship meets a crossroads and their lives take very different paths." Hmm, this may do the trick, she muses before flipping back to the front cover of the Arts section to call the number for tickets.

Janie always did like 'The Wizard of Oz' as a child and I know Maura loves the theater. I really think this could work! Angela thinks giddily as she waits for a representative to take her order.

"Yes, hi. I would like to buy two tickets for the Friday night showing…Umm, which seats are the best to feel the emotion?…The first five rows of the Orchestra Section, okay. And how much are those? Ouch, damn…but this is to help my girls get back to normal…All right, I would like the two most middle seats of row E. I'd like them emailed to me. Yes…very good, thank you. Bye."

After hanging up, Angela's gaze returns to the picture. She to notices that one witch is dark-haired and the other is light-haired.It's like it's meant to be! Oh I sure do hope this starts to get them back on the right track.

All Mama Rizzoli can do now is sit tight and watch how things unfold.