A/N: I am so sorry about the long wait. I have been busy with work, and getting obsessed with watching NCIS while Rizzoli and Isles is on a hiatus. I am SO sorry. Here is another chapter. I hope you all like it! Thanks for the reviews. P.S The more reviews I get, the more likely I am to update quicker. I want to know if you guys like it or not :/ Thank you for those who have! x
Angela watched as Julietta ate her food, from behind the counter of the café. She tried to look as if she was doing some work by wiping the same spot over and over again. She was sure that if Stanley was to work into the room now, she would most like be fired on the spot, but right at that moment, she didn't care. The resemblance this girl had with Jane was not a coincidence. Angela had known from the moment she left that hospital that day that her daughter did not die in that bomb. She had a feeling deep down in her stomach, but every time she tried to explain to someone that her daughter was alive, they just blamed it on the stress, and guilt that she had felt for letting her daughter leave her sight in the first place. Frank seemed to want to believe her, but deep down he resented Angela for believing that their daughter was still alive, considering the damage the bomb had made to the nursery that day. Not only did all the babies in the room die, but several nurses did too. There was nothing but the remains of their ashes, so every time Angela brought up the fact that Julietta was still alive, Frank felt nothing but heartache. He wanted to believe her, as she was his wife, but he just couldn't. Now Angela was staring at the young woman, watching her eat the food that she had made her, wishing she could somehow just prove that, this was in fact, her daughter.
Angela's train of thought was disrupted when Julietta stood up from the table, and pushed her chair in. She wanted to go over there, and try to talk to her some more, but she knew that she had already invaded her personal life already by asking her what her name was. Considering this woman seemed like she didn't share much, Angela didn't want to push it. She wanted her to talk to her on her own terms – that was if she ever saw her again.
"I hope the food was satisfactory," Angela commented, as Julietta started to walk towards the exit.
Julietta stopped walking, and turned to look at the woman who had served her. "Ah, yes, thank you. It was much needed after my morning," She said, as she put her hand to her head, and saluted Angela a goodbye. "It was nice to meet you… I think..." She said, she turned around once more, and left the café.
Angela stared out after her for a moment, wondering what she meant. Did that mean she wanted to see her again? Angela, stop it – she doesn't even know who the heck you think you might be. Angela merely sighed, and walked over to the table that Julietta was sitting at only moments ago. She started to clear the table, and paused ever so slightly when she held Julietta's cup in her hand. DNA.I can match her DNA to mine – Maura would be able to do that in a heartbeat, surely. Angela put the plate back on the table, and hurried out of the Café with the cup in her hand. She didn't care about what Stanley would do – this was important. She would deal with him later. She got into the elevator, and pushed the button to the morgue.
Maura knew what she was about to do was illegal, but she really wanted to know. Why did this woman look so much like Jane? She even acted like her – it was uncanny. She knew the myths on doppelgängers, but that was all it was – a myth. Or was it? That was what Maura wanted, and needed to find out. Both Jane and Julietta's DNA were in the system – Jane, for being in the Police Force, and Julietta for being a criminal. All she had to do was test their DNA, and if it matched, then her theory was right. But how could it be? Jane had never mentioned having a sister, let alone a twin.But what if she doesn't know? What if Angela and Frank had kept it a secret all these years? Angela, lying? Yeah right, Isles. Maura set the test on the screen in front of her – it wouldn't take long, if what she thought was right – she was kind of hoping she wasn't, but then again she did. Maura had been in love with Jane for as long as she could remember – but she knew deep down, that Jane would never return the feeling towards her. Julietta had already expressed her interest… so why not pursue it? It would be like she was dating Jane – they did look and act like each other, after all. Both internal, a temper… the only difference was Jane was allowed to use a gun.
Maura continued to think this over, as the DNA test worked its magic. It wasn't until she was interrupted by a knock on the door, that she realised she wasn't alone. She looked over to the door, and smiled ever so slightly when she saw Angela standing there, with a cup in her hand. "Angela. What a pleasant surprise. What can I do for you?" Maura questioned, as she walked to the front of the desk, towards Jane's mother. A woman she had always looked up to like her own.
"Oh… Umm… I was wondering if you could do something for me. I want you to run the DNA on this cup, with my own… But I don't want you to tell Janie. If I'm right, this would ruin her," Angela started, holding the cup out to Maura.
Maura looked at the cup for a moment, before taking it from Angela's nervous hands. "Julietta's?" Maura asked, curiously. She usually didn't guess things, as it was against her morals, but she knew that her guess was right. It was so obvious. Now she knew that her theory had to be right. Angela just nodded her head. Maura cleared her throat slightly, and looked back at her computer then back at Angela. "I'm already running her DNA. When I saw the two of them in the same room, I knew. Angela… I don't wish to sound rude by asking you this, but what happened? Why didn't Julietta grow up with you and your family?" She asked, at once regretting it, when she saw the look in Angela's eyes.
"I thought she was dead," Angela stated as-matter-of-factly. It was then, that she let the tears that she was trying to hold back, come out. She sobbed uncontrollably, causing Maura to feel instantly guilty. She put her arms around the older woman, not sure about how she could comfort her. She ushered her over to the couch, which was only a few metres away from the door, and lowered Angela down, so she was sitting down. Angela kept sobbing on Maura's shoulder, unable to stop. She couldn't believe this was all happening. She was alive. Her daughter was alive. This whole time.
"What happened Angela?" Maura pressed her, wondering if it would be better for her to let it all out. She knew how much a secret burned within someone – if she could tell someone, she would. She was going to be there for Angela, no matter what.
"When she and Jane were born, there was a war going on… Well not really a war, but a disagreement between two opinions," Angela started, after finally controlling her tears enough to be able to get words out. "Anti-abortionists had burned an abortion clinic only a week before, saying that killing an unborn foetus was a sin. Many responded negatively, but a distraught woman who had been raped which had resulted in a pregnancy was in the clinic when it happened, and she took it rather personally. She responded by bombing the hospital's nursery. The only words she said in her defence was 'that's murder. Not abortions – I just wanted to show you the difference." Angela sighed ever so slightly at this point – she had never talked to anyone about it after the trail – from that day onwards, she tried to forget it, because it was too painful to think about the daughter she had lost. "I knew deep down though, that she was alive. I had a feeling. I did. But nobody believed me," Angela explained, moving away from Maura so she was looking at her.
"Mother's intuition," Maura responded, with a small smile. The story that Angela just revealed to her, was heart breaking. To think that Angela lost a child was a horrible thought. But also, Jane had lost a sister. And all she wanted with a house full of boys, was a sister. Maura found it hard not to start crying herself. "We have to wait for the test to finish… It might not be her. It might just be a weird coincidence," She reminded the woman next to her, which led her to let out a sigh.
"I know – but it's her. I just know," Angela whispered, looking away from Maura for a moment and stared down at her hands. "If it is… Do you think that she would accept me as her mother? Do you think she had a good life? Was raised right?" Angela asked, wondering if she would think she had given her up, because she didn't want her.
Maura hung her head slightly. "Do you know why she was in the department today?" Maura asked, feeling rather guilty about the fact that she about to tell Angela that Julietta had a criminal record, and was currently the lead suspect in a murder investigation.
"To try my famous cooking?" Angela asked, a hopeful tone within her voice. She knew she was being silly by even thinking that – there was only one reason anyone would be in that building, if they didn't work there. When Maura didn't answer straight away, Angela looked at her questionably. "She was here because of Jane right? She found a lead in that case she's working on? The one outside that bar?" She asked her, only knowing certain details because of what she had heard in the Café.
Maura nodded her head, avoiding Angela's gaze. She knew Angela knew what bar it was – it was the only thing the males ever talked about. A crazy lesbian was killing any man that walked near it. "She was in for questioning. She knew the victim, and she was there that night," Maura explained, her voice quiet. "The only reason she came up as a possibility was because of her record… Her criminal record," She continued, finally looking back at the shocked Angela.
"She's a criminal?" Angela wondered out aloud. Maura nodded her head without saying anything. Angela then sighed ever so slight. "Guess she's not the only Rizzoli that has a bad bone in their genes then. I blame Frank," Angela stated, trying to make light of the situation. Maura merely smiled, not picking on the fact that she was only joking.
"She only has those records, because she was trying to survive. She's broken into a few homes, stole some food from grocery stores… She had a bad past when she came to growing up I guess, because she was only ten when she was first arrested," Maura told Angela, remembering everything that she had read in her file. "She seems nice though… If she likes you, that is," She said, quietly, staring blankly at the back of the computer screen.
Within moments, there was a ding from the computer, which caused Maura to stand up abruptly, and hurried over to the computer. She stared at it for a moment, before she cleared her throat and looked back at a curious looking Angela. "It's a match. Julietta's your daughter, Angela. She's Jane's' twin," Maura whispered, shock clearly filling the tone in her voice. She looked back at the screen, and watched as the green words '98% Positive Match' flashed in front of her. Jane had a sister. Jane had a twin.