A/N: Really long one for ya. Hope it doesn't drag on.

Chapter 14: Rich in Different Ways

Jane walked nervously up and down the small hallway, checking on her girls eating dinner every once in a while. She hated watching other people's kids. They weren't hers. They didn't have to like her no matter what she did. It was terrifying.

"You okay, Momma?" Clara asked the next time her mother appeared in the kitchen.

"Yeah…yeah, I'm fine, sweetie," Jane tried to assure.

"It's just Charlie and Liz."

Jane laughed half-heartedly.

"I know."

"We'll take up most of their time. We promise," Jules added.

That wasn't Jane's worry, but she gave her girls a mute nod anyway. She did not mention was she was worried about the things she could not escape. Taking them to school. Feeding them her cooking. The essentials. Everything she was bad at.

So when the doorbell rang, it did nothing but jar her nerves more. She tried to fix her hair, straighten her posture, but nothing felt right, so she just stalked forward and swung the door open. Maura shoved her kids forward, small overnight bags in their hands.

She stepped over the threshold, giving Jane a light peck on her cheek before starting away.

"I'm sorry, I would stay, but we're really quite late," Maura called, already halfway to the car.

"Have a good time," Jane called after her.

After taking a breath to compose herself, Jane closed the door and turned back to the house, expecting the normal awkward phase of explaining everything. But Clara and Jules had already stripped the kids of their bags, throwing Liz's into their room and Charlie's into Jane's. She watched as her kids looked expectantly to their mother for permission.

Jane checked her watch and nodded, and Clara excitedly flipped on the radio, curling up on the floor and gesturing for Maura's kids to join. It was the kid's hour on the radio, and Jane usually never let them listen. Mostly because the constant noise would drive her mad. Or…more mad than she already was.

And after a half an hour of listening to their pealing laughter, Jane gave them the get to bed signal. She was tired, and they were taking up her sleeping space. She grabbed a pillow from her room, but stopped in shock when she saw Charlie doing the same thing.

"Oh, no," she laughed, grabbing the pillow from his hands and tossing it back to the bed. "You're staying right there."

"It's the polite thing to do. A lady shouldn't have to sleep on the couch—"

"You're nine years old," Jane breathed in exasperation. "And besides, look at me!" She gestured to her…rather manly attire. She had gone back to her trusty white tee shirt and overalls look, and she really didn't look feminine, as was expected.

"You're a lady," he said.

"I taught you football."

He smiled at her.

"Mother says ladies are more stubborn than men."

Jane opened her mouth to protest, but then realized it would be proving his point. Instead, she huffed, crossing her arms.

"Fine. But I'm still taking the couch. You're my guest."

He smirked at her, his hazel eyes clear, even in the dark.

"Fine."

She let out another sigh as she exited. Maura was right about one thing. He most definitely took after her.

She set herself up on the couch, ready to fall asleep when Liz's head poked in from the other room.

"Jane?" she asked timidly, taking a few steps closer to the couch.

"Yeah, sweetie?" Jane asked, sitting up once again.

"I, umm…I…forgot my teddy bear back…at home."

Jane didn't need to ask, nor did she argue. Jules had gone through something similar not a year ago.

"Okay. Okay, honey," she soothed, reaching out to stroke the girl's arm. "I'll go get it."

"R-right…now?" Liz asked hopefully.

"Right now," Jane confirmed, standing up. "But I need you to do something for me, okay?"

The little girl nodded.

"Go back to bed, snuggle up with Clara and Jules. Ask them to tell you a story, alright? I'll be back before they're done."

"Thank you," Liz murmured, looking up hesitantly at Jane before scurrying back to the room.

Immediately, Jane went to the light switches by her front door, flicking on the outside light before going back to her room.

"Charlie? I'm going out, okay? Five minutes. You're in charge," she explained as she felt around on the floor for her shoes.

"Okay," he said securely.

With that, Jane ran back through the house and outside. Across the street, Riley's light had turned on too. Jane grinned. Of course she wouldn't leave them totally unattended. Their signaling system worked, she knew, and Riley, as of that second, was watching her house until she shut the outside light off.

She ran all the way to Maura's house, letting herself in with the spare key in the bushes. Making her way uncertainly through the halls, she finally found Liz's room, finding the bear tucked within the still unmade sheets. But just as she started back for the door, Maura's phone rang. She froze.

What should she do?

Hesitantly, she followed the sound of the ringing until she found the source, staring, torn, at the phone. Then, with a small huff, she snatched it up, putting the listening piece to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Oh, thank Goodness, Jane."

"Maura?" Jane asked with a laugh.

"I remembered Liz left her bear the second I got on the train. I was just…I was so worried, and I wanted to see if maybe the maid would come by today so I could send her over with it."

"No such luck?" Jane teased.

"No. But…but I'm glad you answered."

Jane smiled, wishing Maura could see.

"Me too…Have you been calling all day?"

She heard Maura laugh on the other end.

"Every hour on the hour."

Again, Jane found herself smiling.

"How's your mother's…what's it called? Gallery?"

"Yes. It's not…terrible, I suppose. I'm just a little lonesome is all. She's been off talking with all the visitors. Would you believe she didn't offer for me to stay at her home?"

There was a whole lot wrong with that statement, actually, Jane thought.

"I can't, no. But…she has a house there? I thought she lived in Boston."

"Oh, she does. She has another one here."

"Why?" Jane asked, perplexed.

"I don't really know," Maura said honestly. "People with money buy things."

"You don't buy things. Not unnecessary things."

"No…No I don't."

"But you're not like everybody else," Jane said quietly, her heart skipping a beat.

"Neither are you."

"I like that you're not."

There was a pause on the other line.

"I…I like it too," Maura stammered out, glad her blush was concealed by the miles between them.

"I should get back…Can't leave them there for too long…"

More silence, as if Maura hadn't really heard her.

"Y-yes, yes of course. I-it was wonderful…hearing your voice, Jane."

Jane paused.

"You too, Maur. Have a good day tomorrow."

"I will. You do the same."

"Bye."

Jane hung up before Maura could answer. Why had she been so nervous? That had been more difficult than any conversation they had ever carried out together. It was…well it was rather insane. She hurried home, to find Liz still awake, Clara's sleeping form draped around her in what had probably been a comforting hug before she'd passed out.

Liz's gaze looked nervous, as if afraid of inconvenience she had caused. Jane just smiled at her in the darkness, handing her the bear and smoothing out her hair.

"G'night sweetie. Sleep tight."

The little girl simply relaxed noticeably, her arms tightening around the plush toy, her eyes closing.

With a tired body, as well as mind, Jane made her way back to the living room, turning off the outside light before collapsing onto the couch, basically asleep before she had time to adjust the blanket.

Jane was glad she woke up early the next morning, because she would've died of humiliation had she failed to get Maura's kids to school on time.

She did her best with breakfast, making it as good as was possible before waking the kids. If Charlie or Liz didn't like the food, they didn't say anything, nor did they make any faces while eating. But Jane was only half comforted by that fact. They were raised to be polite. For all she knew, that's all they were doing.

After they had all finished, Jane sent them back to get dressed, dashing into her room to quickly wash her face. When she returned, Charlie and Liz were sitting quietly on the couch, dressed and ready to go. She sighed. Of course her kids were slow.

"GIRLS," she bellowed, and in an instant, they were scrambling from their room, yanking on their shoes as they went.

Jane didn't know how she felt, walking down the street with five kids in tow. It was strange, to say the least. Jules and Charlie ran ahead, messing around with each other, chatting loudly. Peter held her hand silently, his other hand glued to his mouth as he sucked his thumb; Riley had gone into work early, so she had to watch him. Clara and Liz walked next to her, mumbling and laughing quietly, hand in hand.

What Jane really didn't get was the whole year round school thing. It was July. And she was taking kids to school. It felt…odd. But at the forefront of her mind was not that, but her anxieties. She felt bad for not having a car, for having to have Charlie and Liz feel the shame of walking.

But again, neither seemed to mind. In fact, Liz took her hand as they continued. Jane felt her cheeks burn when they approached, other mothers staring at them. Liz immediately spotted her friends out front and took off. Charlie stayed back for a few more moments.

"Thanks," he said simply, smiling up at her.

"It…it was nothing."

"School lets out a two," he told her, and she nodded.

"Have a wonderful day," she said, surprised when he pulled her into a hug.

A smile slipped onto her face as he held her there, waiting for him to pull away. He did when the bell sounded, giving her a final wave before running off.

From there, Jane wasn't really sure what to do. Normally she wasted her time with Maura, but that wasn't an option. So she roamed with her girls and Peter. She visited her old friends at their small shops, walked through the park. Anything to pass the time.

She was mostly thankful she had something planned for the entire next day, because if not, she would've been staring awkwardly at Maura's kids for almost a full twenty four hours until their mother arrived back home. Leave it to Maura to leave her kids with Jane on a holiday.

When two rolled around, Jane was there to pick them up, and both children were quick to run to her side.

"Are we doin' anything fun?" Liz asked.

"Nothing today, sweetie. I gotta go into work later. Riley's probably already at my house. But tomorrow we're gonna go out with my mother for the Fourth of July."

"I didn't know you did anything special tomorrow," Charlie said. "I just thought it was our day of independence."

"That's a pretty important date, though, dontcha think?" Jane laughed. "You mean you've never…" she didn't want to say it and ruin the surprise.

Clara and Jules looked just as excited at the news that these kids had never experienced fireworks before. They skipped just a little bit higher than usual the rest of the way home, ramming into Riley with simultaneous hugs as they burst through the front door.

Riley laughed, putting a hand on each of their backs.

"And who might you be?" she asked politely to Maura's children.

"I'm Charlie and…this is my little sister Liz. We're here until our Mother returns."

"Well then we're gonna have to make this real fun," Riley exclaimed, just as Jane entered her house.

"You take good care of them," Jane warned, a scowl forming.

"Yeah, yeah. They'll wish I watched them more," Riley promised.

Jane looked at her warily for a beat; did she know these were Maura's kids? Upon further inspection, Riley seemed to be quite honestly excited about watching them, so Jane didn't argue. She quickly changed into appropriate work attire and ran back, kissing her girls goodbye and waving to Charlie and Liz.

"I'll be back in time for dinner, alright?" she called as she headed for the door.

"Don't be silly, Jane. I got it covered."

Jane hesitated. She didn't like that. She felt like they were her responsibility.

"No. Four hours. I'll be back."

"That's half a shift, Jane. There's no way—"

"I can talk Cavanaugh down," Jane cut in lightly. "I'll be back at six thirty."

The door slammed shut behind her before Riley could protest again.

At work, Jane forced herself to go faster, flying through the section Riley had blocked off for her. And even though her arms ached, her whole body sore from the effort, she forwent her break, continuing until it was completely done.

Tentatively, she approached her boss's office, knocking softly on the door. As she waited for his answer, she removed the bandana from her head, using it to wipe off at least a little of the grime that had accumulated. At the sound of his voice, she opened the door, taking a small step inside.

"What is it Rizzoli?" he asked, not bothering to look up from his paperwork.

"I finished our section, sir."

"So go help with someone else's."

"W-with all due respect sir, I've…got other issues to…to attend to…and the war's basically over—"

That made him look up.

"The war in Europe is over, Rizzoli. It all depends on what this screwball is gonna do about Japan! That's hardly an excuse."

Jane sighed. She hated pulling the working mother card.

"Please, sir. You can pay me half. I just…I've got my kids…and I really need to get back to them."

There was a long pause.

"Go. Before I change my mind," he said sharply, looking back down at the file in his hand.

When he looked back up she was gone.

He hadn't approved because of her excuse. It wasn't that. He had heard her pain. The pain she had to reduce herself to that level. To make herself so much less than she was. She let her pride go, and that was a lot for Jane to do. That much he knew.

Jane tried to force down the blush she felt building in her cheeks as she walked away. That was mortifying. She tried to put it out of her mind as she clocked out, walking in long strides out the door and down the street.

She was out of breath by the time she got home, but she was fairly proud of herself for actually making it back at the time she had promised.

When she opened her front door, six loud shouts of "STOP" hit her.

She froze.

"Can't touch the floor, Momma!" Jules explained from her perch atop the kitchen counter.

Jane paused, assessing her situation. After a beat, she gripped the left side of the door frame, using it for support as she stepped onto the small end table beside the door, usually used just to hold her keys. She made quick work of taking off her shoes, then reached out to shut the front door.

"What's the goal?" she asked, her balance wavering slightly as she tried to readjust her feet.

"Get Peter and then get to the table," Liz said.

Jane looked for him. The little boy was sitting cross-legged on a pillow right in the middle of the large front area of the house. He gave a gleeful giggle as Jane groaned.

"Really?"

"Yes, really," Charlie laughed.

He was standing precariously on the window sill. How he got there, Jane had no idea. Riley was sitting on the half-wall divider that separated the front sort of foyer and the living room, her legs swinging as she smiled at her best friend.

"How was work?" she asked.

"Oh, you know," Jane laughed, her eyes surveying the scene.

The closest piece of furniture was the dining room table, but it was way too far for her to jump. Liz was lying atop it on her stomach, her chin resting on the arms she had crossed in front of her. Her eyes were scanning the room quietly, observing.

"Clara, sweetie?"

"Yeah, Momma?" Clara asked, her head peeking up from her spot on the couch.

Jane almost laughed. Just like her girl to pick the easiest spot.

"Can you throw me a blanket?"

"Blankets burn up 'f they touch the ground," she explained.

"That's alright. I'm not using it for that," Jane assured.

She lifted her hands to encourage her daughter, who took her time balling up the blanket before tossing it across the room. Jane almost missed it, but she didn't, and slowly began unrolling it. All the kids looked on in wonder.

"Can you catch this, Liz?" she asked gently, letting her it was okay to say 'no'.

Liz grinned at her.

"I can try, definitely," she confirmed excitedly, standing up and walking to the edge of the table, extending her hands toward Jane.

"On three, okay?"

The girl nodded.

"One. Two. Three."

Jane threw one end, but kept hold of the other. Liz caught it, but instead of looking to Jane for instruction, she just began tying the blanket to the dining chair under the table. Jane smirked at her. Smart girl. Very smart girl.

Carefully, Jane pulled on the blanket, dragging the chair back a few inches. The process was painfully slow: if she pulled too hard, the chair would topple over and she wouldn't be able to get it upright again.

All the kids let out a collective breath as she finally maneuvered the chair halfway between her and the table. She took a very large step to the chair, untying the blanket before taking the other step to the table.

She ruffled Liz's hair and gave her a smile.

"You did good. Now I'm gonna go make dinner, so you finish without me."

She carefully stepped onto a stool near her kitchen counter, landing on the counter right next to Jules.

She set to work, obeying her children's rules not to touch the floor, even through making dinner. The sounds of giddy laughter kept a smile stuck on her face the whole time, excessive shouting and collaborative explanations constantly streaming in from the open room behind her.

The longer she cooked, the louder the laughter got, and the more frantic and confusing their directions became.

"Just…No, careful!" Riley yelled, even though she was laughing. "I didn't mean there!"

One of her dining room chairs clattered to the floor as Riley failed to perform the same maneuver as Jane had done.

"It's okay!" Clara called. "I can still get onto it!"

Jane sighed, swiveling on her toes to look back into the living room, her free hand falling to the counter to steady herself in her crouching position.

Clara was balanced on the toppled chair, one foot on the backrest, the other on what would be considered the 'front' of the seat. She was surprisingly close to Peter, but she wasn't moving to grab him.

"Once I get him, what can I do?" she asked. I can't hold him AND balance on this…"

All the children's faces turned down in frowns as they thought, and Jane chuckled.

"Well dinner's ready," she called.

A chorus of 'aww's sounded.

"Want my help?" she asked.

"Can you?" Charlie asked, hopeful.

"Stand up, Peter," she said.

The little boy did.

"There. Get on the pillow with him," Jane explained.

Clara took the small step to the pillow, the two of them barely able to fit on the square of fabric together.

"Now hold Peter and lean him down until he can grab the chair. Then he can lift it upright again!"

Slowly, Clara did as Jane had instructed, and in no time, everyone was packed onto the dining room table.

"Good job, troops," Riley laughed, scooting off the edge of the table and onto the floor. "Now let's eat 'fore I starve! If you guys are half as hungry as I am, I don't know how you're still standin'!"

Charlie and Liz courteously reset the chairs at the table before sitting down, and Jane rolled her eyes. Of course. They're just perfect. So incredibly perfect. Immediately after dinner, the kids went to bed and were asleep in a matter of minutes.

"Thanks for helping," Jane said quietly as she cleaned the dishes.

"Yup. I had a good time, actually."

Jane smiled, but they fell into silence.

"They're…Maura's kids…right?" Riley finally asked.

"Yeah."

More silence. Jane could tell Riley really wanted to say something else, but she knew she wouldn't find out what. The woman was a steel trap when it came to her feelings.

"Well, I uhh, I'm gonna…head out," she finally said, moving to scoop up her slumbering son from the couch.

"'Kay," Jane managed half-heartedly.

She let out a sigh as soon as Riley shut the door. It made her sad that Riley wasn't fond of Maura. She thought so highly of the honey-blonde…She just couldn't see how someone didn't see the same thing.

Looking down at the dishes, she suddenly no longer felt like finishing them. She made her way back to the couch, picking up the discarded blanket as she went, flopping down onto the cushions. Maura would be back tomorrow night. That was all that was important. One more day.

Next thing Jane knew, she was jolted awake by her slamming front door.

"Janie?!"

"Jesus, Ma! What time is it?"

"Don't curse like that," her mother scolded. "It's almost ten."

"MA!" Jane groaned, readjusting her pillow to cover her head. "Go away!"

"Fireworks are today! It's family tradition!"

"We're the only family left!" Jane said in exasperation.

"Yes, well, it's unfortunate that your brothers are away, but that doesn't mean we still can't celebrate as a family—"

"I don't care that we're celebrating," Jane laughed without humor. "I care because you got me up so early."

"It's not that early! Plus, we've got the parade! I want a good seat."

"Can't we just go to the fireworks?" Jane whined, giving up on trying to sleep as she sat up.

"No. Now come on, get up. I'll make breakfast. You pack lunch and dinner."

Jane sighed, remaining on the couch for a few more moments, rubbing her eyes to try and wake herself up. She then proceeded to help her mother, the kids slowly appearing, one by one.

If Angela was fazed by the new additions, she did not let on. She was her usual nosy self, asking Charlie and Liz questions like there was no tomorrow. Jane didn't half mind, though. It was less talking she had to do, and more time filled up instead of doing nothing. After an hour of listening to the kids chatter excitedly and run about the house, Angela stood, smoothing her dress.

"C'mon, Janie. Grab the basket. We're heading out," Angela said.

Jane made a face.

"It's not even one yet."

"That's fine. We just get a better spot."

The brunette wanted to whine, but in the company of children it didn't seem very…adult like. So she settled for a glare, swiping the basket from the table and exiting. Her anger didn't last long, though, as Charlie and Liz started asking questions with every breath they drew. Totally Maura's kids. One hundred percent.

Jane had been worried that the kids would get bored, being so young. But they didn't. They sat on the curb, eating their lunch in silence, their eyes wide as they watched the different floats from the parade go by until four o'clock rolled around. What Jane was most worried about, though, was the part after the parade when they had…four or more hours to sit around and wait for the fireworks.

Again, though, it was as if time wasn't an issue for the kids. As soon as the adults picked a spot in the park, they were tumbling around in the grass, despite Angela's calls to stay on the blanket, to not stain their dresses. And Jane allowed it. Because seeing her kids happy was her number one goal.

When more people started showing up, though, they were forced to stay on the small blanket. It was like their life raft in a sea of families. Jane checked her watch and saw it was close to eight, so she nudged Clara and Jules, plugging her own ears with her fingers as a signal. Her twins mirrored her, indicating for Charlie and Liz to do the same. They complied, their brows furrowing with uncertainty.

But as the first firework went off, they were lost. Jane saw Maura in her children's eyes, staring wide and wonderingly into the sky as the different fireworks went off. They were caught in the sight, and Jane was happy to have been the one to introduce them to it. She was happy to have given them something new.

The walk back to their house took a lot longer, little feet dragging as fatigue set in. Jane was surprised they all made it to their beds.

"You did a good thing today, Janie," Angela whispered. "They're better off for it."

"It was just fireworks, Ma."

But Angela shook her head.

"No. You showed them that even though they're…they're well off, there's always gonna be new things out there."

"Their mother was very good about telling them that before."

"But do you think they'd ever experienced it?"

Jane paused, considering. She was probably the poorest person those kids knew.

"I…I guess you're right. Thanks for helping."

"Any time, dear."

They both looked up at the sound of an engine running down the street.

"Well I think that's my cue to go," Angela laughed. "I'll see you in a few days, right?"

Yesterday, there had been a radio broadcast announcing the return of some of the soldiers from Europe, based on deployment date. Frankie, Tommy, and Casey all got back in three days, even though the steady stream of soldiers returning home had already started that day.

"Yeah, Ma. I'll be at the docks. Don't you worry."

Angela just smiled before she exited, passing Maura on the way. Jane took one look at Maura, standing pathetically on her front step, and instantly stepped forward.

"Jeez, Maur, you look exhausted," Jane said worriedly, wrapping her arm securely around Maura's waist to guide her inside.

"Really, I'm fine. Just a long day…"

"I'm not letting you drive like that," Jane said seriously.

"My mother's driving—"

"She's probably just as tired as you are. You're staying here." Jane's tone didn't allow for any argument.

"Okay," Maura mumbled sleepily.

Jane set her down on the couch, going back to the open front door and waving the car away. Constance took the hint, driving off without any questions. When she turned back around, Maura was gone from view, but she heard water running in the bathroom.

Maura reappeared, her steps fluid as she walked back into the living room. She moved to the radio, flicking it on and turning the volume way down, white noise flowing almost inaudibly from it.

"Is that alright?" she whispered to Jane, standing by the radio until Jane answered.

"Yeah…but what were you expecting? It's late…"

"I know. But it's…it's too quiet. I need noise. If it's too much trouble—"

"It's fine," Jane assured quietly.

Dragging her tired body to the couch, Jane laid down across the full length of it, turning onto her side. If Maura wanted to sit, she could move her legs like she always did. No, she could just tell Maura to sleep in her bed with Charlie.

But all thoughts of that flew right out her mind when, without hesitation, Maura sat herself in front of Jane, proceeding to lie down and spread out in front of her.

Jane stopped breathing. There was about half an inch of air separating every single part of their bodies, and she could feel Maura's heat, radiating towards her, inviting her. What should she do?...Tentatively, she reached her hand out, leaving it hanging just above the curve of Maura's waist. She let gravity do the rest, relaxing her hand until it fell, draping her arm around Maura completely.

For a second, the honey-blonde did not react, and Jane's heart sped up, on the verge of a panic attack, but then…then. Maura's whole body relaxed, and that little movement, that miniscule, insignificant movement, pressed their bodies together. Every inch.

The hollow of Maura's knees moved to fit perfectly with Jane's knees, the backs of her thighs resting atop Jane's. Her toned behind rested perfectly in the negative of Jane's pelvis, her back meeting Jane's stomach inch for inch all the way up to her neck.

Then, Maura took Jane's right hand, the one wrapped around her waist, and pressed her palm to the back of it, curling her fingers through Jane's. She then carefully moved it upward, pressing their entwined fingers to her collarbone, leaving Jane's arm nestled in the valley between her breasts, the bend of Jane's elbow resting perfectly on her side.

Slowly, Jane let out a breath she had been holding for a long time. She didn't want to move. Not a centimeter. Not a millimeter. Because any movement would potentially scare Maura away. And if she was being perfectly honest, she wanted to stay like this for, well…it felt like she wanted to do it forever.

A crick in her neck, though, was jeopardizing that. As carefully as she could managed, she relaxed the muscles in her neck, her head falling forward inch by inch, second by second, until it rested its full weight on the back of Maura's neck. She waited for Maura to pull away, to sit back up and go to bed, but that didn't happen. The honey-blonde just let out a deep sigh, her hips shifting slightly.

Jane didn't know what it was—maybe it was the burning skin touching her forehead, or maybe it was the slight pressure on her center—but it awoke something in her, and her body tingled, aching for something. Something. It was different. Scarier, somehow. Even though she had, a little over forty-eight hours ago, slept in this woman's bed. They were just so….so close.

"Jane?"

"Yeah, Maur?"

She was positive that if her heart beat any harder, her ribs would crack, which also meant she was positive Maura could feel. The honey-blonde took a long time to answer, like she had changed her mind about what she wanted to say.

"Thank you for watching them," she finally said half-heartedly, as if disappointed with herself.

"No problem," Jane murmured.

More silence as Maura's body tensed a little. What was going on in her big brain?

"Good night, Jane."

"Night."

Apparently, Jane wasn't going to find out.

A/N: Uh-oh. More and more aware our ladies become, now, huh? Not quite there yet, I don't think. :) Review if you like. Warning: Bump in the road ahead! Hang on tight.