A/N Hi again, I'm amazed by the good response this story is getting, thank you!

To nurse1: The parts on cursive are flashbacks, the first one was the last time Jane and Maura had talked and the second one was the first conversation they had after the one at the end of the episode on the show. Their relationship is not broken but strained since Maura is been moving forward and Jane feels lost (more or less since I plan to explain a few more things as the flashbacks and the whole story unfolds) I hope to have answered your question ;)

Anyways, I'm sorry for the wait but I have another stories going on at the same time and it has been a little complicated for me to proofread everything these days. If anyone here is a SQ lover feel free to check my profile ;)

White lies

One day I know you'll understand
That I didn't really have much choice
I just had to hide it- Mr. Hudson "White lies"

Even if the station was always filled with anxious movement and frantic sounds the time seemed to become slower when Jane's mind registered what Frankie had asked her. Sighing, she looked at Korsak's empty desk and glanced back to her coffee already meditating how much her brother could actually know from her stubborn mother and how much of that was mere elucubrations of the adorable yet too straight-forward woman.

"Frankie" She started while groaning, her right hand clenching the pencil she was supposed to be working with. Her coffee cup was empty and part of her wondered if standing and going for more would make the conversation disappear alongside with his brother open concern. "What has Ma exactly tell you?" She finally asked, opting for the more vague answer she could find while thinking on a way to make her mother stop with whatever she was doing.

However her brother was still her brother and so the young Rizzoli tilted his head to one side as he proceeded to shake his head slowly, a soft look touching his pupils while looking at her just like he knew made Jane crazy.

"Sis, don't bother, Ma told me that you were going to ask that first thing. Why don't you tell me what have happened between you two this time?"

Jane swallowed and pushed her body against her chair moving slightly backwards as she analyzed her brother's words, it seemed that the man didn't know anything about what her mother was trying to do but she knew Frankie as well as the man knew her and she knew that her brother wouldn't have done anything like that without first wanting to know their mother's opinion.

Sighing she push back a rebel strand of hair and locked her eyes with her brother's the young man playing with his interlaced fingers as the silence they were both in continued. Jane felt her mouth filling up with the words she had been unable to utter since everything had started but she gulped them back, still not sure how much she could told her brother or even how much of her own suspicious were true and not just figment of her imagination.

"Sis…" Frankie finally told her after two other detectives entered in the room and left, leaving behind the strong smell of cigarettes. His eyes were still completely fixed on Jane's and the detective knew that she wasn't going to be able to hold everything for much longer.

Admitting defeat she nodded grudgingly and sighed, tiredness suddenly clouding her whole body.

"You should know by now that I don't like to talk about this things on the station" She finally said behind tired eyelids and even if Frankie kept looking at her the man smiled and nodded, knowing that he had won- or Jane had let him won- this time. "Ma called me yesterday because she wanted to… talk with me"

The lie felt heavy on her tongue and for a second she raised her right brow, wondering why she was suddenly having problems with such a little lie, it was true that her mother had wanted to talk, that wasn't the whole truth though and her body felt suddenly ill. "Maybe that's how Maura feels when she tries to lie" Jane thought for a second before shaking her head and returning back to her brother who was looking at her skeptically.

"About?" Frankie said after it was obvious that Jane wasn't going to provide any more information. Opening his eyes he become his voice a whisper and moved forward "Is this because of Casey?"

Jane wanted to laugh, wondering if everything would have been easier if her mother was only trying to play matchmaker once again with her. Still, her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Maura's words about Casey and, sighing, she shook her head, her mind already on somewhere else where his brother couldn't quite reach her.

"Jane" Frankie said as carefully as possible "Then if it's not because of Casey and since I'm being the one who she sent… what was she wanted to talk about?"

"Just stuff" The woman replied while moving her left hand as vague as possible "She just decided that in the middle of the night was the best moment to do it and I needed sleep."

Her brother hummed and nodded and as Jane looked down to the blank reports she smiled slightly, believing she had defeated her noisy mother but as the seconds passed and Frankie kept sitting next to her without any intentions to move she raised her head and looked at the narrowed eyes of her brother.

"She is just worried, you know" Frankie finally said shrugging a little when Jane scowled. "It's true Jane, you know her; she wants the best for us"

"Sometimes we only need to be alone" Jane replied while doodling in one of the corners of the papers, a slight phantom ache on both of her hands made her grimace. "I don't understand why she sent you"

"Because you wouldn't talk to her and probably Maura didn't want to tell her yesterday when they talked what she wanted to know" Frankie replied in exasperation.

Jane's body stilled and turned to look at her brother who was now frowning. Glancing slightly to her right Jane saw that Korsak was talking with a few other detectives and for a second she thought about pretending that the conversation she was having with Frankie was a mere nonsense and calling for her partner was the only smart thing to do. However, another part of her, the one who made her a decent detective, wanted to know why Frankie would have mentioned Maura when the woman hadn't been with her mother's last night.

"Maura couldn't have told Ma anything, she had a date yesterday" She blurted out and Frankie sighed before shaking his own head pointing at Jane while dropping his voice trying not to make their conversation something to talk about to the squad.

"That's what you are going to focus about? Ma told me that Maura and she had a talk when she returned home but Maura didn't answer to Ma's questions. She is just worried about you sis. And I am too" The brutal honesty of Frankie made Jane stop her own response and for a second both siblings kept looking at each other, Frankie slightly out of breath and fidgeting with his tie when his older sister didn't reply to him.

"Why are you worried about me?" Jane finally asked and this time it was Frankie who pushed his body against the back of the chair while looking at his sister sternly.

"Because you look like shit, you have been like that since… I don't know the bridge perhaps and I suppose Ma just wanted to make you open up with someone. Maybe even with Maura, you guys haven't been as close as before these past few weeks. Ma just… asked me to talk to you ok?" His brother soft accent thickened when the man felt Jane's eyes on him and for a moment he looked exactly like the little boy he had been once while trying to keep a secret from their parents even if Jane knew that Frankie was the good one.

Sighing, the woman nodded and stood, grabbing her phone in the process and touching her brother's shoulder with her other hand.

"I will talk with Ma ok?" Her voice was gentle and Frankie found himself smiling at her even if Jane had yet to answer to what he was dreading; that Jane wasn't even talking with Maura about what she was feeling. Swallowing the bitter memory of a destroyed Jane after Hoyt's event he waited until her sister left the room and stood up, going directly to the elevators after waving briefly to a curious Korsak.

Meanwhile Jane was trying to talk with Angela, her call going directly to voice mail. Suspecting that her mother was forcing her to talk with her face to face she resigned and, with a final decision, she left the station not before asking Korsak to call her if anything about the dead body appeared.

A few days after the bridge debacle Jane was talking to Maura over another dead body, their normal banter lacking its usual wit and afer another joke that Maura didn't address Jane finally moved closer to her friend.

"So, how is everything going with Jack and his daughter?" Maura smiled dreamily and Jane felt a bitter taste on the roof of her mouth as the woman before her took her time explaining how Jack's daughter had been a delightful company.

"She is a lot like his father" She finally finished with her eyes shimmering "I found very refreshing to talk to her, not as terrifying as I suspected"

"I'm glad you had fun" Jane replied as Maura take its time to look at something of the woman's body she was examining. "I knew you were going to do it great"

"No you weren't" Maura replied quickly, almost if the thought had escaped her mind in a lapsus and Jane found herself looking at her profile. "You and your mother asked me to behave differently for that child"

"We only wanted to tell you what girls of that age are now talking about" Jane responded but even to her own ears the comments was weak and she closed her eyes, briefly wondering if Maura's obvious discomfort had been always that she should have seen before that moment.

Probably yes, sighing Jane tried to turn back to Maura and talk to her but found the Medical Examiner looking at her with the same tiredness that she had been sporting the night after the bridge and the detective couldn't utter a word under the woman's eyes.

"Before I forget" Maura finally said "I'm going to be with Jack and his daughter this weekend. Can we move our scheduled film night to the next one?"

Jane had nodded, painfully aware of her own stupidity as Maura pointed out the irregularities on the woman's body that pointed to a carefully planned murder.