I talk about her, I go on and on and on
'Cause she's everything to me

~ Brad Paisley, She's Everything ~

Jane drove her mother crazy all of the time. Sometimes it was intentional, and sometimes she just did it. This time was one of the latter variety. It was Rizzoli Family Dinner night, and her mother had had the audacity to try to set her up with some boy who used to be one of their neighbors when she was a kid. After much complaining and blatant rudeness, the guy finally got the hint and hightailed it out of the house.

Now Jane and Angela Rizzoli were in the kitchen, cleaning up after the dinner. It was silent. They were both mad. But Jane didn't mean to make her mom mad. She just couldn't stand it when she was being set up. She was perfectly happy with her life, her job. And her mother would just not let up. It was infuriating.

"God, Ma, why do you have to keep doing that?" she groaned, breaking the silence by voicing her thoughts.

"Janie, I just want you to be happy," her mother said, as if that justified everything.

"I am happy," Jane stated.

Silence descended upon the kitchen again. They worked efficiently, putting away the many leftovers and the newly cleaned dishes. Very quickly, they were done. The silence could not persist. They each took a seat at the dining room table, waiting for the other to speak.

Eventually, Angela did, but what she said threw Jane.

"So, dear, how's that Dr. Isles been doing?"

Recovering from the unexpected question, Jane lit up, "Oh! Maura is just amazing, Ma! I swear, sometimes she can get a little frustrating to work with, but I think that's just how she is, you know? Precise, accurate, always right. Like yesterday, on this case we were working, we had absolutely no leads and everyone was going crazy, right? Well, Cavanaugh was freakin' out, like I think his head was about to explode, and he was yelling at me for not figuring stuff out. And I was getting pissed, because I was doing all I could, you know? Well, just as we were about to get into a full-on screaming match, Maura waltzes in, smiles at me like she knows what's going on, and tells Cavanaugh that she found out what killed the guy AND that she found some DNA evidence that didn't belong to the vic. She saved me, Ma. Isn't that cool? And she didn't even make a big deal out of it. 'Cause after she delivered the news, she sashayed back down to the morgue like instead of case-closing evidence, we got the guy today by the way, she was just commenting on the weather or something. God, she's just great."

"That's wonderful, dear," Angela said with a smile on her face and a plan in her mind. "Why don't you invite her to Rizzoli Family Dinner next week?"

"Really?" Jane perked up even more. "Okay, I will. I don't know if she'll come though 'cause I'm sure she's used to fancy stuff, but I'll ask. Yeah, that'd be fun. Dr. Maura Isles: Slumming it with the Rizzolis. I like it. Thanks, Ma."

Author's note: I've got a feeling that Ma Rizzoli would do something like this, and that Jane would talk non-stop about her new colleague because Dr. Maura Isles is just so amazing.