Hey guys :D This is my first (posted) Rizzoli and Isles fic so I'm a little new here. I don't think I've stolen this idea. If I have, sorry. I tend to walk on the Mentalist side. I fell in love with this programme from the first time I watched it - How could you not? I had this idea buzzing round my head for a while and I eventually got round to writing it. It's set after 3x10 but where Lydia didn't leave her baby (because kids just get in the way) so I guess it's slightly AU. Everything else happened though. So here goes, I really hope you enjoy it :D

Also, before I start, I need to thank two very important people.

First of all - To StephB who proofread, encouraged and put up with me - I love you!

Second - To RigspeltLover who never fails to make me laugh and has been bursting with excitement waiting for this story - Here you go, enjoy :D

Oh yeah, disclaimer. I own nothing.

Jane yawned as she flopped down onto Maura's sofa, beer in one hand and the TV remote in the other. She flicked on the sports channel to find a Red Sox game in mid course. Her attention suddenly peeked; ten seconds previously she had been ready to sleep for three days. They had just cracked a difficult and exhausting case and all she wanted was to drift off and dream about rainbows and unicorns. Anything to make her forget the body of the twelve year old girl they'd found four days ago. But if she couldn't have rainbows and unicorns, the Sox would suffice.

'Janie, come help me with dinner.'

'Ma, come on, I'm shattered.'

'Don't make me middle name you.'

Jane winced. 'Alright, alright.' She took a swig of beer, heaved herself off the sofa and went to join her mother in the kitchen. The heavenly smell of her grandmother's ravioli recipe filled the room and Jane felt her stomach rumble. She couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten.

'Oooh, that smells amazing.' Maura's voice came from behind them. 'Need a hand?'

'Thank you Maura, you're a sweetheart. Jane and I can manage but if you'd like to lay the table..'

'Of course, my pleasure.'

'See, why can't you be like her?' Angela mumbled to Jane while Maura was busy setting out plates and cutlery.

'Because I wasn't born with a silver spoon up my ass.' Jane mumbled back, earning a dig in the ribs from her mother. 'Sorry I'm not perfect.'

'Aw Janie, I wouldn't swap what I have, you know that. Come on, drain this for me.'Jane grinned and kissed her mother on the cheek before doing as she was told. She secretly loved the banter that they had, even though she pretended to find it annoying.

Maura had just finished laying the table when the phone rang. She frowned; usually when her phone rang, Jane's did at the same time. She dug around in her pocket as Angela dished up the dinner, and answered.

'Hello? - Cass, hey.. - I'm well thank you, how are you? - Good. And James? - Again? That's excellent, Cass.. - Yeah, coffee sounds great. When? - Tomorrow at eleven? - Wonderful, see you then. Can't wait.. - And you.. - Bye.. -'

Maura tucked her phone back into the pocket of her jeans and joined her friends at the table, not noticing that they were staring at her until she looked up to ask Jane for the pepper.

'Why are you staring at me? Oh my God, there's something on my face, isn't there?'

Jane grinned as Maura desperately tried to wipe the imaginary mark off her face. 'No, Maura. We were just wondering who this Cass is, and why the two of you are meeting for coffee tomorrow?'

'Oh. Cassandra is an old friend, we met at boarding school and never really lost touch.'

'Old flame?' Jane raised one eyebrow suggestively, shovelling a forkful of food into her mouth.

'Don't be so juvenile. No, Cassie was my best.. And only, I guess.. Friend when I was at boarding school. We stayed in contact through college and while I was at medical school and we met again during Médecins Sans Frontières.'

'She's a doctor too?'

'No, she doesn't work. Her husband's a very successful lawyer. He provides everything she needs.'

'Well, yippee for her.'

'Janie, shut up.' Angela rolled her eyes at her daughter. 'Sorry Maura, carry on.'

Maura took a sip of water from her glass. 'She was doing humanitarian work out in Senegal when we saw each other again.'

'I thought you were in Ethiopia? With Ian?'

'I spent eight months in Ethiopia and then five in Senegal. Ian went to Nigeria while I was in Senegal. Luckily, Cassie was there when I arrived.'

'Huh. You two still close?'

'Not so much recently. We don't see each other a lot but we call now and then. I don't think I've seen her since she and James got married a couple of years ago.'

'Why did she want to meet for coffee tomorrow then?'

'I have no idea Jane, she just said there was something she wanted to discuss with me.'

'Like what?'

'Stop being so nosy,' Angela scolded. 'She doesn't have to give you every little detail of her life, Jane. Now help me wash up.'

'Ma, please-'

'It's alright, Jane, I'll do it.' Maura stood up, collecting up the plates. 'You go sit down. You too, Angela. Let me take care of it.'

'Thanks, Maur.'

Angela scowled at her daughter. 'Honestly Jane. It's okay Maura, I'll help-'

'Angela, sit. I'll do it. You do more than enough for me, now let me do this.'

'Well, thank you.' Angela smiled and sat down with her daughter, who was already watching the rest of the Sox game on the screen.

'You still don't want to swap me for Maura?' Jane whispered, a slight grin on her face.

Angela slipped her hand into Jane's, surprised when she didn't pull away. 'Not for the world.'