Jane exhaled loudly and hummed satisfied.
Maura moaned slightly with a smile on her lips as she ran a hand through her wife's hair. "That was amazing."
Jane breathed heavily and smiled proudly. "Yes, it was. We should have more kids."
"Only if you will be the one who carries the baby." Maura replied with a small frown.
Jane's eyes shot open and she looked at her wife. "Why ... I mean ... I mean, my job is pretty dangerous. And carrying a child fits you more than me."
Maura chuckled and snuggled into Jane. "You just like to watch how I become a whale while you stay slim and fit."
Jane rolled her eyes and kissed the top of her wife's head.
Maura sighed loudly. "Do you really want more children?"
Jane frowned deeply. "Do you?"
"Three are fine by me.", Maura laughed.
Jane joined her immediately and released her breath. "Thank God."
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Angela entered the main house and stopped as she saw that Jane was more or less lying on the kitchen counter with her eyes closed. Meanwhile Alexis was braiding her hair. Angela stifled a laugh and continued walking. "Alexis, what are you doing with your Mama's hair?"
Alexis shrugged and continued her task.
Angela smiled and kissed her daughter's cheek.
Jane frowned and mumbled something as she stirred.
"Good morning, Jane.", Angela chuckled.
Jane straightened up and rubbed her left eye. "What happened?"
"I could ask you the same." Angela replied as she poured two cups of coffee. "What happened?"
Jane accepted the mug and took a deep breath. "Seems like I fell asleep."
"And your daughter practiced her braiding skills.", Angela laughed.
Jane furrowed her eyebrows and checked her hair. She frowned deeply as she discovered the mess. "Holy ... Mother of God."
Angela bursted out laughing and Alexis joined her.
Maura entered the kitchen with both toddlers in her arms and stopped dead as she saw her wife. "What happened to you?", she chuckled amused.
Jane stared at her and pointed to their first born. "Your daughter! And stop being amused."
Maura walked to Alexis and kissed her cheek. "I can't.", she chuckled. "Good work, baby."
Jane straightened up and looked in disbelief at Maura. "Good wo ..." she drew her eyebrows together. "Stop encouraging her!"
Angela laughed harder. "Jane fell asleep and Al took the opportunity."
Maura handed her mother-in-law Damian and poured herself a cup of coffee. "Why did you fall asleep?"
Jane looked at her. "Seriously?"
Maura shrugged and hid her mischievous smile behind her mug.
Angela looked back and forth between the two women and smiled . "Oh, the two of you are already working on the next generation of beautiful Rizzoli and Isles kids."
Maura opened her mouth but closed it immediately again.
Jane choked on her coffee and frowned. "First of all ... I am so incapable of impregnating my wife. And second ... we are so not talking about whether Maura and I have ..." she paused and eyed Alexis. "If we have ... uh ... if we ... If we love each other again."
Maura rolled her eyes and shook her head.
Angela grinned and sipped her coffee.
Alexis frowned deeply. "Did Mommy and you stop loving each other?"
Jane put her cup down and sighed. "Well ... no. No, not in that way that we didn't like each other anymore. But in a way that only adults are allowed to love each other. But you are never allowed to love a person in that way."
"Jane.", Maura sighed.
Alexis looked puzzled at Jane. "Why?"
Jane lifted her daughter up and placed her in her lap. "Because you will always be my baby girl. That's why."
Alexis grinned and snuggled into Jane's chest.
Maura looked at Sophie as she started to play with her hair. "You know that we have to talk about that with Alexis."
"Not until she is thirty.", Jane replied and grinned at her daughter.
Maura rolled her eyes once more and took a deep breath. Sometimes her wife was too much of a prude.
Jane entered the bullpen and drew her eyebrows together as Korsak looked up and opened his mouth.
Frankie came in too and stopped dead immediately as soon as he saw his big sister. "What the hell happened to you?"
Jane rolled her eyes as she hung her jacket on the back of her chair. "I fell asleep at the kitchen counter and Al braided my hair."
"No shit?", Frankie laughed and Korsak chuckled. "Your hair looks like your pillow explored."
"Oh, shut it.", Jane hissed as she sat down. She rubbed her face with both hands to shoo away the fatigue.
Korsak scrutinized her for a while. ?The twins give you a hard time?"
Jane looked at him. "No more than Maura."
Frankie stifled a laugh and bit his bottom lip.
Korsak grinned and shrugged. "Well, at least you stopped complaining."
Jane pierced him with her gaze. "I didn't ...", she stopped herself. "Why are we talking about my sex life?"
Korsak chuckled and looked back at his monitor.
Frankie did the same with an amused laugh.
Jane looked at both men but decided to change the topic. "Do we have anything interesting?"
Korsak pulled the corners of his mouth downward and shook his head. "Not so far . It's a slow day."
"Oh God.", Jane whispered as she leaned back. This day was going to be the death of her. But her thoughts were disturbed by the vibrating of her phone. A smile appeared on her lips as she looked on the display. "Rizzoli.", she said as she accepted the call.
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Jane came into an apartment that looked pretty normal except for the dead body that laid on the floor near the kitchen entrance. She put on her gloves and frowned. "Who is he?"
Frankie held up a flyer and smiled at Jane's expression.
Jane wrinkled her nose as she read the information. "Seriously?"
Frankie stifled a laugh and shrugged. "It's not my fault."
Jane huffed and walked to Maura and the dead body. "What happened?"
Maura didn't look up as she examined the body. "I can tell that after I ..."
"Have done the autopsy." Jane cut her off and Maura looked up." I know, I know, I know. It's always the same old song."
Maura scrutinized the man's face and frowned. "He was a famous. And very popular."
"Aaron Jones was a phony who robbed his clientele legally by saying that he could talk with the dead. Ghostwhisperer ... that's a freaky alias.", she drew her eyebrows together as she kneaded her hands. "Perhaps this time he whispered to the wrong ghost."
Maura looked up again and pressed her lips together.
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Jane stood in the autopsy room and watched as her wife examined the body closely. "I can't understand why people go to people like him to get rid of their money. If they don't need it they should go and donate it instead of spending it on such bullshit."
Maura looked up with a frown. "It is their way of grieving. Pretending to speak to their loved ones, and asking them the questions they couldn't before the deceased person had died. It soothes the bereaved."
Jane snorted annoyed. "It helps them pay a con man."
Maura shrugged as she continued her task. "Did you know that a seance is an attempt to communicate with spirits. The word 'séance' comes from the French word for "seat," "session" or 'sitting', from the Old French 'seoir', 'to sit'. In French, the word's meaning is quite general: one may, for example, speak of 'une séance de cinéma'. In English, however, the word came to be used specifically for a meeting of people who are gathered to receive messages from spirits or to listen to a spirit medium discourse with or relay messages from spirits; many people, including skeptics and non-believers, treat it as a form of entertainment. In modern English usage, participants need not be seated while engaged in a séance:
One of the earliest books on the subject of communication amongst deceased persons was Communication with the Other Side by George, First Baron Lyttelton, published in England in 1760. Among the notable spirits quoted in this volume are Peter the Great, Pericles, a 'North-American Savage', William Penn, and Christina, Queen of Sweden. The popularity of séances grew dramatically with the founding of the religion of Spiritualism in the mid-nineteenth century. Perhaps the best-known series of séances conducted at that time were those of Mary Todd Lincoln who, grieving the loss of her son, organized Spiritualist séances in the White House, which were attended by her husband, President Abraham Lincoln, and other prominent members of society. The 1887 Seybert Commission report marred the credibility of Spiritualism at the height of its popularity by publishing exposures of fraud and showmanship among secular séance leaders. Modern séances continue to be a part of the religious services of Spiritualist, Spiritist, and Espiritismo churches today, where a greater emphasis is placed on spiritual values versus showmanship."
Jane frowned deeply ad she looked at her wife. "Interesting."
Maura looked at her wife and nodded with a smile. "Mhmm. In the religion of Spiritualism, it is generally a part of services to communicate with the dead ..."
"Maura, stop. Just stop.", Jane cut her off after she had closed her eyes. "Just stop or you have to investigate my suicide after I shoot myself. Hey, then you can go to a medium and ask my ghost why I did it. Though I know you would know the reason. I know that this big brain of you knows all those fun facts and that you love to share them with me. But let's just ... let's focus on the here and now. Because I doubt that a raging ghost killed him by scaring the shit out of him."
Maura rolled her eyes and sighed. But suddenly she paused and inhaled deeply over Aaron's mouth.
Jane made a disgusted face. "What the heck are you doing?"
Maura ignored the question and inhaled again. "I can't believe I'd missed that at the crime scene."
"Missed what?"
"Smell."
Jane wrinkled her nose. "No, thank you. If I want to smell something disgusting I'll go and sniff under Frankie's armpit."
Maura looked at her wife. "I smell bitter almond."
Jane pursed her lips to reply something snippy but stopped herself and drew her eyebrows together. "Almond? Potassium cyanide smells like almond, doesn't it?", she said and Maura nodded agreeing. Jane pointed at the body. "So, our ghostwhisperer got poisoned with potassium cyanide."
Maura licked her lips with furrowed eyebrows. "I can't confirm that until ..."
"The results are back.", Jane cut her off with a nod. She started to walk to the door. "See you at lunch?"
Maura smiled broadly. "Yes."
Jane suddenly stopped and turn around. "Oh, I forgot something."
Maura looked questioningly at her. "What did you forgot?"
Jane walked back to her wife and kissed her gently. "That.", she whispered and started to walk back to the door. "See you later."
Maura couldn't help the grin on her face and sighed. "Bye, Jane."