A/N: A lot of ground will be covered in this segment, Constance and Angela make appearances. And sit up straight, cause the Jane POV is in the building now.

-Trois-

"Maura, are we almost done yet?" I plead, trying not to sound too whiney. I hear her sigh quietly but she just continues to sit there with her eyes closed. Ignoring me. "I'm tired; I just flew in from what is hopefully my last forced exile."

I would continue to playfully whine to her but instead I'm willing my gaze to make her eyes open and look at me. It doesn't work though so I just keep looking at her anyway.

"Which is precisely why you need to relax." Maura replies sternly, but I hear a twinge of playfulness in her voice too. "And meditation is an ideal outlet for stress reduction."

And boredom I mentally supply. I'm flat out staring and I wouldn't apologize for it even if she opened her eyes and caught me. I actually want her to at this point. I know now I'm attracted to her, and the thought scares me, but not acting on it scares me even more. God, she is too cute. But how in the hell does she always manage to have perfect hair?

"Jane," Maura's voice startles me out of my inner babbling brook. She still hasn't even so much as moved a muscle. I bet she knows I'm staring and she likes it. "Close your eyes, breathe in through your nose, and exhale through your mouth and try not to focus on ambient noises."

I smirk at her instruction. A tad bossy now aren't we? I still don't close my eyes, but I do release a loud breath, as an answer while trying my damnedest not to laugh. In return I hear her chuckle lowly. Shit! I guess I'll have to find a new approach.

I squirm on my pillow slightly; my arms hanging limply in front of me. I look around at Maura's living room, while letting my mind wonder. I know she likes me quite a bit, or she wouldn't be spending this much time with me, invite me into her home. Maybe this is how friends date, just gradually easing into it, little by little. I can do that.

"Do you think you have enough candles burning in here?" I say while shifting on the pillow I'm sitting on again. And I swear that the effort to not bust out laughing is a test. "I mean are you trying to burn your house down or something?"

I hear Maura sigh in defeat, "Why yes, Jane. I'm trying to burn my house down, and I thought this would be the ideal way to go about it."

Wow! She's fiery too, I like that.

"Was that sarcasm?"

"Yes, and I believe I used it correctly." Maura retorts, not even opening her eyes.

Damn! I thought that attempt would get her goat for sure. Then something finally does get her attention; her cell phone. I watch as Maura rises up off her pillow, gracefully no less to answer it.

"Hello."

I choose to tune out of the one-sided conversation. My mother is the nosey one after all. I move to uncross my legs and slouch forward on the pillow under me. I suddenly notice I feel so peaceful and relaxed. But I think that has more to do with the company I'm currently in; not the stupid meditation business.

"Jane, will you go to lunch with my mother and me tomorrow?" Maura's voice sounds just shy of frantic to me and she's doing this heavy breathing thing.

What the fuck? Is she kidding?

"W...Why do you want me to go anyway?" I ask, knowing my eyes have to be as wide as a sign that reads 'wide load'.

I rise up off my pillow too quickly, and lose my balance briefly in the process. Maura reaches over the short distance between us to steady me, and I feel goosebumps pop up at her touch. Her hand is so soft on my arm, and her grip certainly shows hidden strength.

Maura looks flustered for a moment, then she moves her hand off of my arm; dropping her arms tiredly at her sides, "I want her to meet you." I watch her mentally search for more words, "And because you are the only real friend I've made here in Boston. So will you accompany me, please?"

Like I could ever tell her no, seeing that face she is currently making.

"Alright, enough with the cute pouty face." I bristle out, hoping to cover my slip-up, because I didn't mean to say that shit out loud. "Fine, I'll go with you and have what will no doubt be an awkward lunch with your mother."

Maura gives me an amazing smile, dimples and all.

"Thank you, Jane."

God, she has me so fucking whipped and that sounded a little BDSM-style of dirty.

"Your name please?" The overly uptight host asks me, his voice snooty and his eyes barely acknowledging my presence.

"Jane Rizzoli."

Trying to keep the distain out of my voice is a challenge but he's not making it that hard, yet.

I watch as he scans the guest book, his fingers gliding over the names, "Yes, there you are." He looks up from the book, "Both Mrs. and have already arrived and have been seated."

I'm not late you fucking prick! I'm not sure if I've managed to keep that thought off my face, but honestly right now I don't give a damn.

"Right this way Miss Rizzoli." The host offers with a smile, and flourish of his right hand. I return his equally forced smile, and follow behind him; looking for the end of the stick that was apparently shoved up his ass. Wonder who his puppeteer is?

As we approach the table, I notice the older woman seated across from Maura. Dark hair, blue eyes and reeks of elegance and money. She looks up at me and smiles as I stop at the table, the host pulls out the chair in between the two of them.

Maura makes the introductions. I smile and sit down, as the host pushes in my chair.

"So nice of you to join us, Jane." Constance says, greeting me politely.

I know Maura is adopted, but damn I can already see where she got so many of her mannerisms.

"Thank you for inviting me." I reply to Maura and her mother, as I unfold the linen napkin from its pretentious swan-like shape and place it on my lap.

Maura and her mother open their menus, so I pick up mine and notice that it may as well be in a foreign language, but it's not, it's just snooty English. I ought to order a cheeseburger and fries, just to fuck with the kitchen staff. But I'm not here to embarrass Maura or Constance...hmm that's such an uppity name. Hope she doesn't have a bug up her ass, if so, it's gotta die.

"Jane what are you having for lunch?" Maura's sweet sounding voice puts a stop to my inner rambling.

Shit!

"I think I'll just have something light, like a salad." I say and Maura looks surprised. "What? I'm having dinner tonight at my mother's and I have to leave some room." I snap the menu closed and then reach for my water glass.

"And you know she's never satisfied unless I leave her house absolutely stuffed to the gills." I retort sarcastically between sips and then I notice Constance's smile.

They both laugh at me and I'm actually glad. The ice has officially been broken the fuck up.

Constance closes her menu, and motions the waiter over to take our orders. I still have no clue what I'm getting.

The meal is pleasant enough, sitting here listening to Maura and Constance having the upper-class female equivalent of a dick measuring contest is fun for me. I listen actively as words like: I flew in early on a friend's private jet to see you, and I expect you to come to the benefit tomorrow evening are tossed around in their conversation. Maura of course says she will be present and accounted for at the Isles shindig thingy. I on the other hand, will be going out of state to do a little U.S. Marshall-ing, as I like to call it. I catch myself looking at Maura with a fondness, because anyone within an earshot can tell just how much she values Constance's approval. And I'm secretly relieved I'm just a wallflower to their conversation.

"Jane," I nearly give myself whiplash at the sound of Constance's voice. "So Maura tells me you're a U.S. Air Marshall."

So much for my invisible routine. I put down the salad fork, and wipe my mouth on the napkin.

"Yes I am, but my time spent doing that is almost over." I reply, looking between Maura and I'm as happy as a puppy with two peckers about that. "Soon, I'll just be working out of the local field office here in Boston."

Constance smiles and takes a sip of her water, "So it's safe to assume you've traveled extensively in the service of protecting us from unsavory characters?"

The reverent observation catches me off guard, "I guess, but mostly I just needed to protect myself on those long airplane rides." Maura and Constance look at me strangely. "From decidedly non-gentleman propositioning me for certain activities every time I moved in my seat."

I never know what to do with compliments.

Constance laughs and sets down her water, "Tell me, what did you say to those men?" Maura gives me a shocked look from behind her napkin. I shrug as I pick up my salad fork, or what I hope is the flippin' salad fork. "Well omitting some colorful language. I would think about how tempting it would be to threaten them with my gun, but in the end I just offered them a knee job."

Constance laughs again and raises her glass in a mock toast, while Maura just can't seem to decide what to make of me or her mother. I laugh with Constance and pick through my rabbit droppings. I mean leafy green roughage masquerading as food.

Lunch passes quickly, and as I'm about to make my exit to return to the office, Constance pulls me back into the current conversation. I guess I should be flattered that they both know so much about my profession.

"Yea, Wyatt Earp is the most famous or in my opinion the most infamous Marshall." I say seriously, while casually twisting the linen napkin in my hands. I make myself stop, as my buzzing cell phone on my hip demands my attention. "He was no more than a horse thief before he became a U.S. Marshall."

I pull my cell out of its holster. A text from Ma. I open it and I have to make myself not laugh out loud at the text. 'Kan u beat me for luck?' I accidently snort, Maura and Constance both look at me. I don't reply to the message, instead I apologize for the interruption, and they both seem to be pleased with my manners. Then I notice the time on my cell.

"Maura, Constance it's been fun but I really have to go. I only have an hour and it's up for me." I say, pushing my chair back. I stand up and place my cell back into its holster, "It was very nice meeting you Constance."

"You too, Jane." Constance replies, smiling warmly at me.

I tell Maura bye, and move away from the table. But before l'm even out of an earshot, I hear Constance ask Maura how many times she has been to my family's home. Just two times Mrs. Isles. I answer mockingly in my thoughts, but honestly I already like Maura's mom. A bit uptight, but has a sense of humor. I laugh at the thought, and as I leave I make sure to pay my part of the check. Opening the door to my car, I step inside, "And I just can't wait till later with my own mother," I turn the ignition and 'The Missing Linc,' My pet name for my gov cruiser; roars to life. "Today must have been mother bombardment day and as usual I missed the memo." I say out loud, talking to myself and 'Linc'.

"I tried texting you today, to see if you could have lunch with me." Angela states as she turns around to check on dinner. "But you never replied back."

Oh boy do I know and reading my Ma's text made for a good laugh that I couldn't completely enjoy.

I smile, "Sorry Ma, I was out with Maura and we had lunch with her mother Constance." I reply, as I lean back on the countertop.

I watch as my mother turns around slowly and then looks at me like I just sprouted a third eyeball or something in the ballpark of an extra body part.

"What?" I ask, while popping a piece of garlic bread in my mouth.

My mother leans over and smacks my hand away from the half loaf, I then promptly pretend to be wounded by her actions. My mother shakes her head and laughs at me, but I watch her expression quickly change back to the previous one. I almost feel like I should grow that extra body part right now.

"Jane, are you and Maura dating?" Angela asks, sounding hurt. "Because if you are, you could've just been up front with me. I like her, she's intelligent, beautiful, successful, well-mannered and I wasn't put on this earth to be some closed minded bigot."

Fuck a banana peel! Why won't the ground just open up and suck me down to another level of hell?

"Ma, what are you talking about? We're just friends as far as I know." I say loudly, "And I don't consider myself suddenly gay. I've never looked at another woman in 'that way' before; I still don't."

Ma looks unconvinced, and about ready to swat me with that dishtowel she has in her hands, "Jane I wasn't calling you gay. Did you even hear anything I said?" I shrug noncommittally. "Fine, so you're not dating her, but do you want to be?"

Time to put on my big girl pants.

"Yes, okay...there I said it." I reply somewhat childishly.

Ma shakes her head at me and frowns, "Jane are you gonna ask Maura out?"

I contemplate pretending to suddenly fall asleep, but I know that won't work, "Maybe? I mean I've never asked a woman out, and I've always hated all the stupid ways I got asked out. And I kinda feel like we're already doing that because..." I stop my rambling, because my mother is laughing at me.

"That's not funny Ma."

"Yeah it is. It's so cute how flustered just the mention of her name makes you Janie."

And there she goes with my cutesy nickname. I roll my eyes, "I'm glad I could be your entertainment while cooking this evening."

Angela's laugh tapers off, "Were you worried that me and your brothers wouldn't accept the sudden change?"

And just like that, the good humor runs the hell out of the burning building that is me. I look down at my mother's polished tile floor.

"I don't know, I hadn't thought that far ahead." I reply tiredly, but still letting humor color my words. I hold my breath and fix my gaze on the oven timer, as I wait for my mother to process what I kinda said. "But Maura is different, and I think it's safe to say I would go gay for her."

Angela closes her eyes, "Janie, I know you don't have to ask for my permission. But you want my acceptance and I love you for that; even through everything what I think still matters to you." I look at my mother, who's on the verge of tears. "And if you feel that way about her, then who am I to stand in the way of you finally finding happiness. I mean you already tried with a man-Casey." My mother wipes under her eyes, "Besides, she is a doctor and a judge." A wonderfully busy nerd who makes time for me. I think to myself; almost missing my mother's last words. "And in my book that's not exactly scraping bottom in my book."

I smile widely, "Yea, she is one of a kind."

But to be honest I'm kinda confused about where her intentions lie. And franks and beans, I've only seen her date wangs-r-us. Though I haven't seen her date any of those in a while. I snicker at the thought.

"I mean seriously how does a person suddenly start dating their best friend?" I continue while reaching for the garlic bread once more. "The only answer I can come up with is slowly."

My words were garbled with my mouth full but I feel I made my point and my mother makes hers when she slaps my hands away from the food again. I swear she only insists on me coming to dinner so she pry and smack me around a little bit.

Angela laughs, "You must've not ate much at lunch." I frown at my mother as she wipes down the countertop, "You and Maura will figure everything out together...if you're lucky."

My mother winks at me and I cringe, "Ma! That is a discussion I will never have with you." I retort somewhat snappish on reflex, just as the timer on the oven dings. "And I will stand behind that statement for as long as this little blue ball we live on keeps spinning on its axis."

"Oh stop being such a stick in the mud, we're both grown here." Angela says, as she pulls the lasagna out of the oven and sets it aside. "Now go get your brothers; tell them to help you set the table and I don't wanna hear any excuses about 'missing the game' nonsense."

I snort, "Aye-aye, Captain Secret Sauce." I retort, doing my best Popeye impression. "Shall I have em' swab the deck too?"

I laugh as Ma throws down her oven mitts on the countertop, "Very funny smartass! But yeah, it wouldn't kill any of you to help me clean this house once in a while."

I put up my hands in a fake surrender, "I'll go collect the brothers Rizzoli." I say while laughing.

I walk out of my Ma's kitchen with a huge stupid smile on my face. Good to know my mother is on board with my newest development. Cause Jesus H. Christ driving a dump truck! I'm beyond a 'work in progress', I'm full tilt 'under construction.' I confess to myself, as I move towards the living room, where I can hear the never ending string of profanities that my brothers are letting loose about the game on T.V. And Maura wonders why I cuss so much, because here lies what she would call-the empirical proof. The thought makes me laugh quietly to myself.

Soundtrack:"Amber" by 311, "Here I Come" by The Roots & "Walls" By Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers

A/N 2:Yep, they're still just friends flirting their respective asses off, but this is the last installment you will see that side. I feel I've explored that and filled in any gaps to a reasonable amount when combined with 'LLH'. Also I tried for something believable with Constance meeting Jane for the first time. And something simple with Jane talking to Angela, I figured it was about time I showed you that dialogue.