Disclaimer: I am not Tess Gerritsen, but thank you to her and TNT for the show Rizzoli & Isles. Now go watch the show. And buy the DVDs.

I'm Your Boogie Man

Jane

They'd been having a serious, teenager style, make-out session on Maura's porch for at least half an hour. As the sun started to set, Jane realized just how long it had been, and joked, "Maybe we should come up for air."

Maura looked up at Jane, her head tilted ever so slightly to the left. Her skin was flushed, but she wasn't out of breath at all. For a while, Maura's expression wavered between introspective, diagnostic and confused. Finally she asked, completely seriously, "I'm perfectly capable of breathing through my nose while we kiss, Jane. Is your nose stuffy?"

Angela

The door was locked. Double locked. With the security lock thrown. "Honestly, Jane, you're taking this too far!" Angela banged the door once more, for emphasis, and then closed it, waiting and fuming until Jane opened the door.

"Ma, stop pissing off my neighbors."

Looking around, Angela was surprised. "Where's Maura?"

"At home. Why?"

The only reason, besides Maura being here, for Jane to lock the door was if her daughter was scared. Taking in the circles under Jane's eyes, Hoyt was bothering her again. Without a word, Angela wrapped her arms around her daughter, and said "I love you."