Author's note: Sorry that it took me longer than normal, but busy week with classes and stuff. I hope you enjoy the chapter and don't forget to review :) thanks for following and keeping up with the story :)

Jane was not going to lie. She was scared for the first time in her life. But ironically, not for her own safety but Maura's. She hated to think about it, but the danger was getting closer to them, and each new lead that they found led to more questions and mysteries, which made her be more angry and upset. After talking to Maura, she had expected to be called or asked by her to stay the night or just be there for moral support, but here she was at her own place with a beer in her hand and questions unanswered on her mind. She kinda wished Maura called her, asked for her help or presence, but she understood that what Maura probably needed and craved the most was some time alone. Time to grieve and try to make some sense of all the events that she had been through during the last couple of weeks. They were overwhelming enough for Jane, so she could only imagine how Maura could get out of the bed and do her job. Probably that is what made me fall for her, Jane thought while smiling softly, because she knew that it was pointless to deny it: she had fallen for Maura a long time ago. It took some time until she noticed that someone was frantically knocking her door, and after taking her gun, she stood up and checked before opening. Outside was her mother, looking exhausted but other than that well. She made her space and immediately she sat down on the couch.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit mother?" Jane said sarcastically.

"Only way one can see you now." she said with a hint of resentment that Jane noticed. "Ever since you took that job in the Special Homicide Unit I barely see you Janie. We are worried about you. I knew it was a bad idea for you to become a cop. And Frankie wants to be just like you."

Jane flinched a little. "Well, that's his choice, and right now I don't have the time or the patience for this Ma."

"You never have the time Jane. I would like to see my daughter and spend time with her." Angela said while getting up and looking around the place.

Jane noticed. "Don't even think about cleaning right now."

"Someone has to do it." she said absently while getting some wipes and the Windex from the cleaning cabinet. "This is the same Windex that we bought last year!"

Jane smiled softly. "Maybe I just liked it and bought a new one."

"We both know that's not true." Angela smiled. "I'm surprised you feel this place is presentable enough for visits."

"Visits?"

"I'm not a fool Jane, and I know what young couples like to do." she said with a smirk on her face. "And it's completely normal."

Jane closed her eyes. "Ma, the least I want to do now is talk to you about such intimate things that involve my girlfriend." Jane finished while looking down.

Angela noticed this and immediately went to sit close to her daughter and hug her. "Did you two have a fight?"

"No Ma, it's something else."

"You can tell me anything Janie, you know that." Angela said encouragingly.

Jane knew she had to share this with someone because it was killing her. Although she worried about her mother's gossipy nature she knew the woman loved her and meant well. Better her than Frost or Korsak for that matter.

"Maura and I were called earlier to a crime scene." Jane started to tell while sinking down. "And the victim was Maura's mother." she just spitted out.

Angela covered her mouth. "Sweet Lord, I can't imagine the pain."

Jane nodded, feeling tears in her eyes. "It was awful Ma. There we were, looking down at her mother, who we had seen three days ago, the life sucked out of her. I wasn't there for Maura. I could have demanded her to leave, could have protected her from the pain of watching the scene. But I didn't." she managed to choke out. "I didn't and I failed her Ma. And right now here I am sitting in my couch doing nothing while Maura is all alone at her house. What kind of horrible person am I?"

"Jane Clementine Rizzoli, you are a wonderful person with a wonderful soul. Yes, not the most heartwarming and maybe rude, but when you care about someone it shows. And it's clear you care about Maura."

"It's more than that. I love Maura." Jane whimpered. "But when I need to show her I never do it."

Angela hugged Jane. "For starters, one shows love and care by being with the person. Why didn't you stay with her, or bring her here?"

"Because she didn't ask me Ma. Maura sometimes likes her solitude, her independence, and I respect that. But today I was expecting for her to tell me something, ask me to be there for her because she needed me." Jane exasperated. "Maybe she is not as invested as I am in this relationship."

Angela made her daughter look at her. "Don't fill your mind with assumptions. Your pride is making you say all of these things so that you don't face the truth." Angela continued while focusing on Jane's eyes. "You feel hurt and rejected."

"Such a sweet-talker ahh." Jane said sarcastically while wiping her tears.

"I know sweetie, but that's why mother's are here." Angela replied while waiting for Jane to continue. "But there is more, isn't it?"

"Wait, how do you..." Jane asked surprised.

"A mother always knows."

Jane laughed a little. "Or maybe someone is snoopy. Who spilled?"

Angela blushed. "I may have heard something from Frankie."

She had talked to Frankie earlier and based on what her mother was telling her, she had not been good at hiding her feelings during that short phone talk.

'We are stuck Frankie and that sucks.' Jane said angrily.

'I know. We heard the news about Maura's mom.' he said quietly. 'How is she?'

'How do you think she is? She just saw her mother's corpse and is preparing to do her fucking autopsy.' Jane snapped. 'Sorry Frankie.'

'I understand Janie." she heard him say. 'But prepare for when you get to the station. People are talking.'

'I bet they are, some sick jokes about Maura's mom and her being the Queen of the Dead.'

'Something like that.' he confirmed. 'But they are all jerks.' he added. 'Is there something I can do?'

Jane was going to dismiss his help but then she remembered something. 'Actually there is.'

'Name it.'

'I need you to find something for me, an old book that Pop used to read for us before we went to bed.'

'The one with the stories of the families of Boston?' he asked surprised.

'Yes. And it's very important.'

He had been at her place one hour later, the book in a bag that looked to be decades old. Jane opened it and took the book out, smiling at the memories. She had thanked him and after drinking a beer and catching up he had left, only to then be invaded by her mother.

"Even now it seems that Frankie is incapable of keeping things from you." Jane said while smiling.

"It wasn't his fault. I was at home when he went to get the book." she confessed while going to the kitchen and getting the book from where Jane had left it. "I remember those long nights when you practically begged your father to read you all of these stories."

Jane smiled at the memory.

"He was very proud of being a descendant from the first immigrants that made it to Boston." Angela recalled. "Always kept telling me that there was pride in the Rizzoli bloodline, and that in his veins, and his kids veins, was the blood of the builders of Boston."

"I remember he hated the people from Beacon Hill so much." Jane laughed. "Because they said that they came from the Mayflower and colonized Boston."

Angela laughed. "That's true. Frank and his temper." she whispered the last part.

Jane looked up sadly at her mom. "I'm sorry I made you remember about him."

"Don't Jane, because I don't regret the time we spent together, the years and things we built. I still love him you know. I love the man he was when we met and the father he was with you and your brothers. I guess life changed him and his dreams." Angela whispered while holding her tears. "But he was a very good man Jane. Remember him as that."

Jane nodded, feeling the tears falling again. "I'm proud of you Ma."

Angela smiled and cried softly for a while, feeling Jane hugging her back. She was not accustomed to Jane showing that much emotion and care, and she smiled softly by knowing that this sudden change in her daughter had occurred because of Maura Isles, which made her feel more sorry for her.

"You should get going." Angela said while making her daughter stand from the couch. "There is another person waiting for you." she smiled.

Maura was silently looking at the window, her computer on her desk opened with the latest results from the exams that she asked to be performed on her mother, although now she barely had the mind to process or interpret them. She thought that the worst had ended, but she was mistaken. The worst was finishing the autopsy and coming back to an empty house. The silence and solitude allowed her to think, and the only things that were on her mind were the sight of her mother and what she had told her. She was angry at her for all the lies and secrets. She felt betrayed and heartbroken by knowing that the relationship with her mother had been doomed from the start. She felt sad that her mother loved her but still was never able to show her. She felt guilty because she knew it was bad to keep this much hate inside of her. She felt alone because she had expected Jane to follow and comfort her, instead being received by coldness and emptiness. She had heard the rumors, the whispers and stares of the cops on her the moment she had made it to the Boston PD station. When news spread about her relationship with the victim, she had been ordered to go talk to Lieutenant Cavanaugh, who offered her some grieving time. She refused of course, her thirst for revenge and closure too strong. Nevertheless, when she made her way out she knew they were calling her by her nickname, Queen of the Dead. Too cold and heartless that she was even doing her own mother's autopsy, she flinched at that remark. But still, was it true that she didn't care? That she didn't feel any empathy? Maura felt all her old doubts, the ones that had been covered by Jane's love, reappearing and consuming all of her. You are like me, she heard Mephisto's voice haunting her, provoking her to admit what some part of her suspected was true. She closed her eyes. Maybe I really am like... she stopped when the noise became too much. She got up from the couch and went to the kitchen to get a knife, her security instincts kicking in. Slowly she made her way towards the door, and after taking a deep breath she opened the door.

"Maura." Jane said while going inside without another word and hugging her.

Maura returned the hug. "Jane, what are you doing here?"

"I know that what you may probably want is some time alone, especially after all of this, and I have tried to give you space, but I just can't. I need to be with you." Jane admitted.

When Maura didn't react she felt her heart flunk, and quietly apologizing she started to make her way towards the door, only to be stopped by Maura who had hugged her from the back.

"I wanted you to come." Maura whispered. "The moment we left headquarters."

"Why didn't you ask me?"

"Because I didn't want to impose or demand you to come. I have always been used to getting through things on my own." Maura confessed quietly.

Jane turned around and kissed her lips softly. "You don't have to that anymore Maur. I will always be here for you."

Maura smiled softly before remembering everything that had been on her mind. "Oh Jane." she cluntched to Jane while crying. "It was awful, so awful."

Jane just patted Maura's back, knowing that she wasn't done. "I feel sad, and angry, and dirty and guilty. And, an..." she kept on rambling. "There is so much doubt, so much fear."

Jane nodded while kissing Maura's front-head. This made Maura continue. "They were talking about me Jane. How I was able to do my mother's autopsy and not feel anything. They called me heartless." Maura cried the last part.

Jane looked up, trying to control her anger and not storming out of the house and head for the Boston PD where she knew she would find some of the people responsible for making Maura feel bad.

"And perhaps they are right Jane. Perhaps I am cold and heartless. I mean, who can do what I just did to my own mother." Maura finished hysterically. "Maybe I am a monster."

"She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies." Maura heard Jane whisper softly.

"And all that's best of dark and bright meet in her aspect and her eyes." Jane continued while making her way towards Maura. "Thus mellowed to that tender light which heaven to gaudy day denies."

Jane smiled softly, thanking silently her literature professor from 9th grade and his insistence of remembering the works of the great poet Lord Byron. Jane had memorized the thing to make the grade, and she had never fully understood what the poem meant, never actually really caring about understanding it. But now, it made her think of Maura, and how she felt about Maura making the poem finally have sense.

"One shade the more, one ray the less. Had half impaired the nameless grace." she continued while grabbing Maura's hands and kissing them reverently. "Which waves in every raven tress, or softly lightens o'er her face." Maura smiled sadly, too shocked by Jane's gesture, but nevertheless feeling the love that came from her words and how she meant each one of them. She continued to stare.

"Where thoughts serenely sweet express, how pure, how dear their dwelling-place." Jane said dramatically while putting a hand on her head , making a soft laugh from Maura echo the room.

"And on that cheek, and o'er that brow." she next went to plant sweet kisses on her cheeks and a small peck on the mouth. "So soft, so calm, yet eloquent." she continued while making Maura move in circles and making her laugh even more. Jane smiled brightly.

"The smiles that win, the tints that glow, but tell of days in goodness spent." she said while using her fingers to feel Maura's dimples, Maura lowering her head and looking down.

"A mind at peace with all below, a heart whose love is innocent!" she finished while making Maura look up at her. "A hear as innocent and sweet as yours Maura."

"Lord Byron." Maura whispered while kissing Jane's lips reverently.

Jane smiled and kissed Maura back. "I should recite more Lord Byron to you if I'm going to get this reaction."

Maura laughed a little. "I didn't know you were familiar with his work. He is one of my favorite poets."

Jane smiled proudly. "You should thank Mr. Douglas and his insistence of teaching us the great value of poems." she then looked seriously at Maura. "Every word I meant. Before, I never really understood it, I just memorized it and got told what I should feel while reading or reciting it. Now Maura I feel every word was about you and how you make me feel so complete. So loved and in love." Jane whispered embarrassed. "I will admit I thought at first that you didn't feel the same as I did."

Maura was ready to scold her but Jane raised her hands. "Not that you didn't feel anything, but that you didn't feel is as strongly as I did. And I was hurt, and sad and so selfish Maura." Jane apologized again. "I wasn't there for you when you needed me."

"No Jane." Maura whispered while taking her hands. "It is always the opposite. You always seem to be there when I need you, a constant reminder of how I can love and be loved. You do so much for me." Maura choked while hugging Jane. "That it's impossible for me to imagine my life without you."

Jane smiled while hugging the life out of Maura. "Good, because I don't plan on going anywhere." Jane said while lifting Maura off the floor and heading with her towards the master bedroom.

Maura let herself be carried to the bedroom where Jane placed her. "Shoot, I forgot something." Jane said while quickly running downstairs. In a few seconds she made it back and placed a very old bag on the floor.

Maura looked curiously at the bag. "What is in the bag?"

Jane smiled and took the book out of the bag. "When I was a child." she started to say. "I always begged my Pop to read me stories from this book. About the Rizzoli's and how they made their way from Italy from Boston and worked on building the city. We always did this during the night, and Frankie and Tommy would sneak and come listen to the stories as well. It was our ritual." Jane whispered sadly.

Maura had always been curious about Jane's father and why she had never met him. She had assumed he had divorced Angela, but she expected him to visit Jane or even call her.

"My Pop left my mom and us a few years ago." Jane continued. "He just one day decided that he was tired of living as a husband and father and went to Florida."

Maura took Jane's hand. "I'm so sorry Jane."

Jane nodded. "I idolized him Maura. He was my hero and I looked up to him so much but when he did that to my mother and us I knew that I would never forgive him. Frankie feels the same, but I know that Tommy talks and sees him. Nevertheless." she continued. "I wanted to read it to you."

"Is this because of the discussion we had the other day?" Maura said sarcastically.

2 days ago they had been asked to consult on the murder of a wealthy patron that had been a relative of a member of the Mayflower. Jane had been a little rude with the family of the victim, and when Maura said that the people from the Mayflower were the builders of Boston, Jane had passionately discussed the thing with her.

"Maybeeee." Jane said while opening the book, her gaze stopping at a page and then refocusing on it. "What the hell?"

Maura looked up at Jane, who was reading. "What is wrong?"

Jane finished reading and looked as if she had seen a ghost. She gave the book at Maura and pointed the line where she had to start reading.

One of the most elusive and reclusive families were the Doyle's, who came from Ireland and settled way before the cities started to invite foreigners to work. No one is certain of how they arrived to Boston, but many speak of the Doyle family possessing supernatural allies that help them in any kind of matters. This supernatural allies can influence other humans into doing their will and in doing so they manage to keep their actions hidden from the rest of normal citizens. Some even say that the Doyle's are protected by these creatures and hunted at the same time by then, one main danger being the monster called Mephistopheles. Mephistopheles came from the Doyle family, and after being damned by his relatives because of his sins, he made a deal with the devil that made him become his second in command and live until eternity.

P.d

1. Many suggested me to include more Angela in the story, and at first I thought the whole apartment conversation was going to be with Frankie. Nevertheless, when I wrote it with Angela I realized that it added more depth and feelings :) (so thank you all for suggesting it).

2. This chapter may be a little slower than the rest, but it is necessary to make the story transition to its other part, and how the Doyle's can be connected to Mephisto, so be ready because new things and interesting stuff are coming!

3. The poem that Jane recites to Maura is She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron. When I read it I realized that it went so well with Maura's personality and how she is as a human being.

4. I never really liked Frank, and actually found him rude and annoying, so I was kinda glad to not show him on the story. Although, I knew that I needed to make clear of where he was and why he left.