Hey guys :) Here I am again. Thank you so much for the reviews, they always warm my heart.

Glad you liked Addison's appearance. And yes, LOCISVU, Addison is in Boston :D I thought that, as she is leaving Private Practice, she could be thinking about going to Boston :)

Hope you enjoy this chapter :)

The characters belong to Janet Tamaro, Tess Geritsen and TNT.

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For the next two weeks, Maura was feeling the same: vomiting every single morning, going to bed early, feeling more tired than usually. So tired that Jane had found her sleeping, slavering herself in her horrible orange plastic chair. Her, the prim, proper, reputable, Dr. Maura Isles! The hormones were definitely running the institution!

In that morning, she had just arrived to her office, when Jane showed up downstairs. "Morning, Maur. We got a case. Can you give me a ride?"

"Sure. Mo got your car again?"

Jane rolled over her eyes. "Don't tell me about it. We should be going. Oh, I have to tell my mother something. Catch you in the car?"

"No, I can join you to the cafeteria."

They headed to the cafeteria, where Angela was behind the counter.

"Good morning, girls!" she greeted them.

"Good morning, Angela."

"Ma, Frankie asked me to tell you that he leaves work earlier today. And we are heading off to a case."

"Oh…Ok. But, Maura…?" Angela called, handing her a paper bag and a cup. "I thought you could use some breakfast…"

She looked at her friend's mother with a confused smile. "How do you…"

"I heard you puking earlier…"

Maura couldn't contain a horror gasp. "Are my vomiting sounds that loud?"

"No, that's not what I…"

"Maura, you know my mother and her snoopy dog manners…" Jane said, looking at her mother maliciously.

"I'll pretend you didn't say that. So, honey, that's just a rye bread with light ham and an orange juice."

"Thank you so much, Angela." Maura said, really touched by the older woman's care.

"Oh god, she's about to start crying again. Bye, Ma!" Jane said, dragging Maura off. "Maura, I don't stand her bothering you all the time with "Had breakfast, had lunch, feel tired,…" Really, I don't know how you're going to tolerate that for the next seven months."

"What is for the next seven months?" Frankie asked, showing out of nowhere.

Maura stared at Jane, waiting for her to say something.

"H-hum… The…" The detective mumbled. "…M-Maura's subscription on a shoes' site. Yeah, shoes."

Frankie didn't look convinced. "Shoes, yeah… Women…! Did you tell Ma what I asked you?"

"Yeah, I did. And now we're leaving, because all the Rizzoli family decided to delay us."

They headed to the crime scene, after a small discussion about who should drive, which Maura won with the argument "It's my car!".

"Do you know when your mother is coming?" Jane asked during the car trip.

"I don't know yet, but she's probably coming soon. She's in Bangkok right now. I'm thinking about calling her today."

"Good. The sooner you tell her, the better."

….

"Jane!"

The detective turned around and saw the Medical Examiner approaching really fast, with a desperate look on her face. "What's wrong?" She asked, alert, her cop-mood activated.

"My mother… She's coming… Monday…"

"And you're already hyperventilating…! Calm down. It's still Thursday, there's plenty of time to… marinate the pork chops."

"I have to clean the whole house, prepare the guest house, plan dinner…"

"First, you have to calm down, or that kid of yours will be born already running around." Jane said, sitting her down next to her desk. "Second, there's no need to all that fuss because of your mother. Last time, when she left, she was much more… sociable."

"That's not the problem. The problem is that she will tell me I'm the biggest disappointment of her life!" Maura pouted.

"Maura, we already talked about this… And if she does, you already know you have my mother, who is not going to stop bothering so soon." Jane assured her, handing her a box of tissues.

"Jane, you don't understand, because all your life you've been trying to get rid of your mother's approval and opinions. But I… All my life I've been trying to get that from my mother. Ballet, best of class, French fluent speaker, all trying to impress my mother. And now, when she finally seemed to be proud of me, because of my job and position… I ruin it by turning into a single mother!"

Jane fixed her for a moment. She was right: she didn't need to fight for her mother's attention, she had it even when she didn't want it. So, she couldn't judge or fully understand Maura's concern about impressing her mother. But what she could understand was Maura's emotional reactions to Angela's attitudes. Angela was the motherly figure that Maura always wished for. And now, in this delicate moment of her life, all those problems and insecurities were coming to light again.

"Maura…" Jane started in a gentle tone, holding the honey blonde's hands on hers, thankful that the precinct was desert. "Your mother is crazy if she's not proud of you. But, most important, you have to be proud of you are. And I assure you have all the reasons to be proud of yourself. You're an amazing person, and if your mother can't see that, too bad for her. We all do, that's what matters."

The Medical Examiner sniffled. "You must be so sick of my whining."

"I give you a break because of the hormones." Jane chuckled. "Now, you're going to cheer up, we're going to ask my mother for help, and we're going to work it out. OK?"

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The Rizzoli women and Maura spent the weekend preparing Constance's arrival, specially planning the dinner, because Maura didn't want to be caught off guard like last time, and she insisted on having a home-made dinner.

They had also cleaned up the guest house, taking off all of Angela's things, her and Jane forbidding Maura to carry any box. Jane had said that they were wasting time, that Constance would sneak to her Ritz suite even before Maura had time to offer her the guest house. However, Angela seemed to be sure that things would be different this time.

The Monday arrived, and Maura had taken the day off so she could prepare dinner. Angela also had the day off, so she had been helping the medical examiner all day.

Later, Jane stopped by Maura's to see how she was doing and to get her mother: they had decided that it was better for Maura and Constance to have dinner alone, considering the delicate news that would come up.

"Hey Ma. How's everything going?"

"Good, dinner is ready, table is set and Maura is taking a shower and preparing herself."

"Is she nervous?"

"I think a bit… But you know her, she doesn't share much…"

"Yeah…" Jane knew she was driving nuts inside, but she hadn't spoken about it during all weekend.

She heard a door opening behind her and both her and her mother turned around.

"Oh honey, you're gorgeous!" Angela said, approaching her. Maura had chosen a simple black dress, that fitted her perfectly and matched phenomenally with her honey blonde hair.

"Thank you" She answered quickly, a worried look in her face. "Is everything ready? What time is it?"

"Everything is perfect, and it's almost 8, so we should be going." Jane said, knowing that the sooner she dragged her mother out, the better.

"Ok. Thank you so much for the help, Angela. I don't know what I'd have done without you."

"Oh darling, there's nothing to thank for. We just want that your dinner with your mother to be perfect." The older woman replied, giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Maur, look at me." Jane said, holding her by her arms and looking at her in the eyes. "Calm down. Whatever happens, we will work it out. OK?"

"OK." Maura nodded, and Jane hugged her.

"Good luck. Call me later."

"Bye." When Jane closed the door, Maura took a look around the house: everything was ready except herself. The table was thoroughly set, equal to her mother's fancy dinner. But none of this would make any difference if her mother took the news badly.

Ding dong…

Her heart stopped for a minute. This is it.

She opened the door and there it was Constance Isles, in her designer clothes and saloon brushed hair.

"Hello, darling."

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It was almost 10 o'clock when Jane's phone rang. Angela was making her watch a damn soap opera since they had finished having dinner. The urgent plea on Maura's voice didn't even allow her to say "Hey".

"Jane, can you please come here?"

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I guess this is what they call a cliffhanger, right? :D Don't be mad at me

What did you think? Is the urgent call a good sign or a bad sign?

As always, I love to write Angela and Maura interacting. I found utterly adorable :}

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