A/N: Thank you for all the wonderful comments. They are very encouraging. KEEP EM COMING. I hope you readers like this chapter.

"Ma, hurry up or we'll be late," Jane belted from her parents front door. Frank was already downstairs in his Sunday's best, he leaned one hand on his cane as he offered Jane a shot with the other.

"What's this, Pop," Jane smiled.

"Grappa, your uncle Paulie brought it back for me his last trip to Sicily. Drink it, it'll put hair on your chest but at least it will give you confidence," Frank smiled as he brushed the brunettes curly locks out of her tan face.

"You think it will be that bad," Jane sighed before she emptied the tiny glass.

"Prepare for the worst, hope for the best. No matter what happens we love Maura, nothing could really ever change that. I'm stroke survivor and I was able to limp away because of Maura's meticulous care. Angela and I think you did good. Who cares what Karen and Ian Isles believe. It's going to be okay sweetie I'm going to be on my best behavior but I can't speak for your mother," Frank said.

" Right," Jane smirked. "Ma come on."

Angela Rizzoli appeared in a navy cinch waist dress with a beautiful white blazer on top. Her hair was pulled neatly into a bun and her make-up was flawless.

"You look beautiful," Jane gasped "You're just meeting the Isles not the Kennedys but you look exquisite."

"Although, I'd prefer you wore a dress the suit looks nice on you," Angela said.

"It's Armani, Ma it makes everyone seem beautiful," Jane smiled "Ok let's go."

Jane had slowly become unsettled as she drove through the streets of Charlestown into the Back Bay. Sorellina was one of the premier Italian restaurants in the city, upscale and posh décor combined with innovative and sultry Italian cuisine. Jane took a deep breath and threw her keys to the valet. Whether it be God or grappa she'd hope something showed up to her rescue if this all blew up in her and Maura's face.

The Isles were waiting in the atrium when the Rizzolis arrived. Jane was the first to offer an introduction.

"Dr. and Mrs. Isles these are my parents Frank and Angela Rizzoli," Jane said.

"Please call me Ian," Maura's father smiled as he extended his hand.

"And I'm Karen," Mrs. Isles chimed "Mrs. Rizzoli that is such a lovely frock. St. John?"

"Yes, how did you know," Angela questioned.

"I saw it in Saks," Karen replied.

The two families made customary small talk as they waited to be seated. Mainly they spoke about the weather and traffic. It made Jane tired, the cordialness and dryness of the conversation but she perked up when her phone rang. She quickly excused herself and muttered "Work. Maura I need your professional opinion." When they made it outside of the restaurant, Jane thanked Frost and hung up the phone.

"Wait, what was that about? I thought Frost was calling about a case," Maura questioned?

"You look so beautiful tonight," Jane said as she reached for a kiss. "No, I have Frost and Korsak calling me at strategic points throughout the night giving us the option to bail."

"Umm, sneaky," Maura sighed "You are so sexy in Armani, I wish we could leave our parents and well you know."

"Hey Dr. Isles, no ideas. I made it up in my mind if we can survive this unscathed we may have a chance at a drama free future. One without bickering in-laws," Jane laughed.

"You've been drinking," Maura asked as she fixed her lipstick in her compact.

"My father gave me a double shot of grappa, straight from Italy which I'm quite sure was made in some old woman's bathtub, next to the hanging lines of pasta. Don't tell me you didn't have a glass or two of cab before this," Jane questioned.

"No a glass or two of scotch with my dad in his study. You taste like cleaning fluid Rizzoli, whatever your dad gave you had to be 180 proof. Jane, I love you and whether or not our families get along or bicker it doesn't change us."

"I love you, too. I know. Although, what's up with the ice queen Karen she seems awfully subdued and slightly friendly," Jane laughed.

"Xanax and vodka," Maura replied "Oh don't be shocked if she calls you Jane."

Their families had already been seated when the couple returned. Maura laced her fingers with Jane's as the both inhaled deeply before they sat down.

"Maura, your mother and I was just talking about grandchildren. Are you two going to consider adoption.? And Janie, Karen sits on the board of the Boston chapter of PFLAG, this is the first time I'm hearing of the organization. Jane why didn't you inform me. Also, why haven't you girls picked a date, the engagement party is next week?" Angela quizzed.

"Angela," Frank scoffed "Let the girls sit down before you start interrogating them."

"Well, I would like to know about children," Karen stated.

"Jane and I would both like to start a family but I think are main focus is on the wedding night," Maura replied "In fact I have the proofs from our engagement photos if you would like a glance."

Maura situated a three prong notebook between the two mothers, hoping to evade any further questioning. The mothers ranted and raved about how photogenic their children were. Mrs. Isles and Rizzoli both told a lengthy anecdotes about their daughters and bad pictures.

"Is this the Commons," Angela asked.

"Yes, Ma it's our spot in the city where we talk and people watch," Jane replied "We really want this entire celebration to be about us. That's why the engagement party is at an aquarium oppose to the Mandarin. We want it uniquely reflect our relationship."

"So what date uniquely reflects your relationship? I think Maura would make a beautiful New Year's bride," Karen chimed.

"I don't know Maura would you like to be a New Years bride," Jane chuckled as she took a swig of Chianti.

"No, mother we decided it would have to be some time in the spring or summer after the spring semester is over. Jane and I definitely want to live in the same city, same house when we are married. I would have to make plans to move back to Boston. There are a panoply of details we have to consider," Maura responded.

"You know Maur, I've been thinking on the subject of you moving back. Joey offered me a position with Homeland Security and I have a good standing with the bureau. I know that you really love teaching a G-dubb and just because we're getting married doesn't mean you should give that up."

"Jane, you would leave Boston" Maura shrugged?

"We're not attached at the hip, Boston and I mean," Jane replied.

"I don't know Jane we have to talk this over. What about your father," Angela questioned.

"What about me, Angela. I'm fine, if Janie wants to move to DC. How far is that from Boston?"

"A ninety minute flight, Frank, five hour train ride, and a seven hour drive," Maura replied matter of factly. "Don't worry Angela no decisions have been made this is the first that we are all hearing of this."

"A date," Karen peeved.

"May 14," Maura chided "Jane is May 14 ok."

"It's whatever you want, just tell me what to wear and where to show up," Jane smiled "I'm sure you and our mothers will come up with a lovely event."

"You're kidding, Jane. Honestly you don't want to be apart of any of the wedding planning," Maura quizzed.

"No, I had my fun planning the engagement party. You're very specific and detailed, I'm quite sure you've been planning for this since the first grade. I don't want to interfere with your vision, princess," Jane replied.

"Great," Karen exclaimed.

"What do you mean by great," Angela scoffed.

"I'm ecstatic I don't have to worry about taste. Oh and I've arranged for Jane, your family, and whatever miscreants you've intended to invite for etiquette lessons. I don't mean to offend you, Mrs. Rizzoli but I am the upper echelon of the Boston society and this will be the event of the season. The Isles and Rizzoli wedding," Karen chimed.

"Miscreants, I'm not sure what that means Mrs. Isles but the Rizzolis aren't miscreants. We are a hard working people something I can tell from your behavior you know nothing about. We may not be as fancy and as proper as you but we have something you obviously don't CLASS," Angela belted.

"Ang, lower your voice," Frank hoarsely whispered.

"No," Ian bellowed "We are not bickering, arguing, screaming, or belting across this table. My daughter, our daughters are getting married. This is going to be a peaceful celebration. So Karen put your claws away I see the Xanax has warn off. Mrs. Rizzoli my wife can be difficult and I apologize for her insolence. Everyone's attitude and deep seated issues are going to take a back seat over the next few months. I grew up with fighting grandparents, it put a strain on my parents relationship and me in awkward position of a bidding war for my affection. I'm not doing that to Jane and Maura or to our future grand children. So pipe down ladies and play nice."

"Thank-you Dr. Isles. I think you've settled everything. Ma, Pop do you agree with the good doctor."

"Yes," Frank said emphatically "Couldn't have said it better myself. Angie?"

"Ok," Angela murmured.

"Mother," Maura questioned.

"Truce," Karen replied.

After Jane drove her parents home, she returned to her apartment and found Maura waiting on the stoop. It was a beautiful night as stars peeked through the uncovered spaces on the tree lined street. Maura had a tin chest filled with ice and Coronas that she had been handing out to, of age neighbors.

"Can I have one," Jane smiled as she laid down some newspaper before she sat.

"Sure, only you would sit on a stoop in Armani. I love that about you Jane," Maura sighed.

"Ok Maur, what's wrong and why have you opened a stoop-side bar," Jane questioned?

"I felt like beer and I felt like sharing," Maura responded "Do you think we survived tonight unscathed?"

"Hell yeah because of Dr. Isles to the rescue. I mean it could have been worst my mother could have picked up her fork and lunged. I thought the shit was going to hit the fan when my mother rolled her eyes and said "what do you mean by great?" In mind I was like awwwwwww shit, here we go, it's my first communion all over again."

"Your first communion?"

"My mother got into it with my father's sister, my Aunt Gigi. She went on and on about how my dress had come from JCPenny, the food had too much garlic, and the decorations were cheap. Why did Franco marry such a tramp? I mean my Aunt Gigi went for the gusto and my mom slapped her. It was something off of Jersey Shore."

"Jersey Shore?"

"It's a ridiculous show Frankie and I watch sometimes about young idiotic guidos and guidettes on MTV. Trust me the experience is mind numbing, something you would hate watching."

"Jane do you think I'm an egregious elitist, a snob like I could be anything like my mother," Maura sighed?

"Is this why you're handing out beers like at a Sox tailgate? Sweetheart you have your snobbish moments but you are nothing like your mother. I think it is completely endearing sometimes, like when bought that massive cedar wardrobe. The thing sits in my living room but at least your clothes aren't bitten by moths. Anyway you're a snob that's slumming just look at the broad you're marrying," Jane chuckled.

"Are you serious about moving to DC," Maura asked?

"Yeah, Maur why not? I know you were getting bored as a ME . Now there's a light in you since you've been teaching. If you move back to Boston after next semester, what would you do?"

"Be a homemaker," Maura chuckled.

"Funny, Dr. Isles," Jane chided.

"No I'm serious. You are right I love teaching. I could easily teach a biology class or two at BCU, it's not forensics but it's still molding young minds. I want to be your wife, I want to be a mother not a new lesbian power couple in DC."

"How soon would you like to have kids?"

"Soon next year maybe," Maura replied. "Once a woman becomes thirty- five the chances of complication and deformation increase tremendously. I thought we could ask Frankie, if he would be a donor?"

"Next year," Jane sighed "Wait, Frankie?"

Silence had extinguished the couples conversation, the only sound was rustling trees and passing cars. Jane too afraid to speak just laced her fingers with Maura as she contemplated her next words. Things were finally normal, Jane thought, and she didn't want to regress but she didn't want to be a doormat. Her phone rang salvation from her thoughts.

"Rizzoli," Jane spat.

"Is this Detective Jane Rizzoli," the man's voice.

"Yes, that's why I said Rizzoli," Jane chided.

"This Dr. Mark Peterson at Sinai, I'm calling you to inform you that Detective Vincent Korsak has suffered from a severe heart attack due to the shock of impact in a car collision. You are his advance directive and we need your presence."