"Jane Rizzoli?" A very short, petite Asian man with greying hair, a small bald spot at his crown, and a slight Chinese accent looked up at the detective with an expression somewhere between curious and confused. "You are her, yes?"

Careful to keep her blazer from shifting too much to reveal her badge or gun, Jane shifted under his too familiar gaze. "Yeah, Dr. Chang, it's me. Listen, I was wondering if you have a few minutes to talk?" She reached up to run a hand across the back of her neck. It had taken only a few minutes to find his name and his studio's address. It had taken her three days to work up the nerve to go see him. As she stood in front of his desk during her Wednesday lunch hour, she couldn't help but wonder what had been going through her mind to even think about attempting this craziness.

"You so big! When did you get so tall?" He motioned for her to sit in the guest chair. "Last time I saw you, you were my height!" He smiled at her fondly. "Do you have a little one you me to teach?"

"What? No!" She held both hands up, indicating she wanted him to stop. "No, no children. I don't have any kids."

"Oh, that's a shame," he said with obvious sincerity. "So, why are you here?"

Taking in a deep breath to steady her nerves, she replied with all the courage she could muster without wincing. "I want to learn to play the piano."

Confused, he scrunched his face up. "What you mean? You already know how to play. I taught you myself!" His frown deepened. "Is this some kind of joke?"

"No," she steadied herself, trying to keep from snapping at the older man. "No, this isn't a joke. Look, Dr. Chang, a lot has happened in my life, and I haven't played in a long time. I had some… things happen that kept me from playing, and I need to relearn. I know I wasn't very good when I was younger, but…"

"You were great!" His voice rose a notch. "Most dedicated player I had. Not a natural talent but good." Contemplating his last words, he added. "Needed to play with more soul, more heart, though."

"Oooookay," the detective took a moment to process that thought, shrugged, and tried again. "So, anyway, I want to relearn, but I'm not sure I can actually play. I was wondering if you'd work with me?"

"Why don't you think you can play? You missing a finger or something?" He narrowed his eyes at her.

Sighing, she held her hands up so he could see her scars and then flipped them around to show the sister scars on the other side. "I had an incident with a couple of scalpels and a serial killer."

His eyes widened. "That was you?"

"How many Jane Rizzolis are there in Boston?" She snorted. "That was me. So, are you willing to help me or what?"

He seemed to think about it for a moment. Instead of giving her an answer, he asked her, "Why do you want to play now?"

In her mind, her answer was, 'Because I want to play for Maura.' Ignoring her internal voice, she answered, "Because Ma misses it."

Dr. Chang frowned. "That's the only reason?"

Sensing he might not agree based on what she just gave him, she sighed and answered in a deflated tone. "Because I have someone I want to play for. No, it's not Ma, but can you just be good with that?"

He pursed his lips as he walked around his desk and squatted beside Jane. Reaching out, he took one of her hands in his own and gently moved her fingers about, pulling them as wide as they could before Jane gave a grunt of pain. "You will have to do stretches." He nodded down to the hand his own. "Tendons are tight."

"Yeah, I know. They're always like that." She sighed. "So is that a yes?"

"Sunday mornings, 7:00 AM sharp. You late," he said as he stood up to return to his desk, "no more lessons."

"I can't make that guarantee, Dr. Chang. I'm a homicide detective. If I have to be at a crime scene because I'm on call that weekend, I have to be there." She folded her arms in defiance. "I won't sacrifice my job for this. What I do is too important." She shook her head. "It's not just what I do. It's who I am. If you can't be okay with that, I'll go elsewhere."

Despite the glare on his face, his mood seemed to be one of approval. "When you're on call, no lesson that week. You can come practice here," he cocked his head in thought, "at least four times a week for one hour. Yes?"

Jane nodded, standing up as she did so and not caring that her badge flashed as she straightened her jacket. "Yeah. Sunday?"

He nodded. "Don't be late."