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Two

"Wear that one, you look sexy in it."

Maura was standing in front of her closet, trying to pick an outfit to wear to lunch with her mother.

"I don't want to look sexy, I'm meeting my mother."

"Fine, the green one. Looks good with your hair and your eyes."

Maura snatched the hanger from the rod and held the dress in front of her, studying the look seriously. She turned back to Jane, "You know, that was just the right thing to say."

Jane smiled and twirled the ends of her curls, feeling a little self-conscious.

Maura pulled the dress over her head and tugged the zip up the side. She fixed her own loose curls and grabbed her purse, "I'm ready." Then she looked back to the mirror, scratching lightly, "Oh my god, am I getting hives? Please, not now...I have to look perfect."

"Maura, you're fine. It's all in your head."

"Really?"

Jane stepped forward and lightly covered the other woman's mouth with her own so as not to smudge Maura's carefully applied lipstick. The kiss was comforting, a reminder of the night before and a reassurance.

"Will you come with me?"

Jane scrunched her nose, "I don't know Maur, she's your mother. You guys need time together."

"She might as well get to know you too." Her mouth was upturned in a cheeky grin but sadness haunted her eyes.

"Ok, ok. I'll go. I'm not wearing a dress though."

Maura opened and shut her mouth.

"I will change into something other than yesterday's clothes."

Maura grinned, "That would be great." Then her whole body relaxed in relief, "Thank you."

"I have to change for work anyways."

"I mean for coming with me, it means a lot."

"Of course, you'd do it for me."

"I have lunch with your birth mother all the time."

Jane rolled her eyes, "Let's just go."

Throughout lunch Jane didn't follow much of the scientific jargon but she was happy to sit and watch Maura. With every new topic her eyes shone just a little bit brighter and she sat a little straighter. She blossomed and glowed under her birth mother's praise. Jane sipped her iced tea just watching Maura light up with pure happiness.

Soon though, the tone of the conversation took a serious turn and Jane sat up straighter herself, setting down her glass.

"Dr. Isles, Maura, I do have to talk to you about something important," Hope said, glancing at Jane.

Jane stood up, "I can leave..."

"No ...stay," Maura's eyes were pleading, first to Jane and then looked towards her birth mother.

Hope nodded.

Maura laced her fingers with Jane's as she sat down and had Hope raising her eyebrows. Then, her face relaxed in realisation, a sunny smile peeking out from behind the serious topic at hand. She took a deep breath, "What do you know about Patrick Doyle?"

Maura gasped audibly and Jane squeezed her hand tightly. "I know he's a criminal."

Hope's features gave nothing away. "That's it?"

"He's my father," Maura blurted, "And he loves me in his own way."

Hope nodded carefully, then she took another deep breath and told her story. She finished, "I was pretty sure that I had found you, my daughter, so I moved back to Boston preparing to seek you out and know with certainty. When you called me it was too good to be true. I told you that story in the morgue about my deceased daughter and your reaction told me that there was no question about your identity."

"I'm your daughter."

"Yes, I know."

Maura's breath hitched and Jane rubbed her back lightly, "You're okay, you're okay," she murmured.

"I'm sorry that you thought that I was dead."

"Don't apologize; I've had time to come to terms with it." Hope took her planner out of her bag, "Now that I've found you, I'd like to get to know you."

Maura reached for her own planner, the same style but in a different colour. "I'd like that. It seems I have a sister as well. "

"A half-sister, yes."

"Does she know about me?"

"Yes, and she would like to meet you."

"Really?" Maura looked to Jane, her eyes wide at the speed at which she had acquired a mother and a sister.

Jane smiled and cocked her chin in Hope's direction.

Gratitude shone in Maura's eyes and she turned back to her birth mother to schedule other lunch and coffee dates. When they were finished they both shut their planners and put them away, both tucking a strand of hair behind their right ear when they sat back up.

Jane noticed but didn't say anything, just committed the image to memory.

"So, Jane, I want to get to know you since you are a part of my daughter's life. Tell me about yourself."

"I'm a detective..." Jane wasn't sure what else to say, "I have two brothers and my parents aren't together anymore. I have a dog..." She trailed off, fiddling with her glass of tea again.

"How did you two meet?" She gestured between Jane and Maura.

"We met through work. There aren't many women so we had to band together," Jane explained.

Hope raised her eyebrows, "When we get to know each other better, I want to hear the real story."

The two women glanced at each other and burst out laughing, breaking the tension.

The interrogation turned to conversation for the rest of their lunch.

Much later, they said goodbye at the curb, Hope kissing her daughter's cheek and shaking Jane's hand. She climbed into a waiting black car and waved as it drove away.

Jane wrapped an arm around Maura's waist and Maura rested her head on Jane's shoulder as they watched until the car disappeared.

AN: I meant for this to be a one shot but I got so many alerts for this one and people asking me to continue I figured that I would add a little. I have one more little chapter after this one. Thanks for reading and thanks for the encouragement! This fandom is the best!