"Honey, what are you doing?" Jane asked when she saw Maura turning a perfectly good squash that should have stayed at Whole Foods to begin with into something that had the appearance of noodles.

"The boys like pasta," she answered smiling proud of her new spiralizer courtesy of Crate and Barrel.

"Okay…but that isn't pasta," Jane said pointing at the vegetable. "Not even close to pasta."

"True but it resembles noodles and the boys like it. Father bought one and tried it. Jane, they loved it," she said hardly containing her excitement. "Besides it is good for them and it is healthy."

"What about me? It isn't good for me," she complained kissing Maura's cheek. Jane sighed. Leave it to Maura to ruin pasta by making not pasta. She grabbed a beer from the refrigerator.

"Water," Maura ordered. "You just completed your run. You need to hydrate."

Jane made faces at her wife but she exchanged the beer for a bottle of water then sat on the stool to watch her wife. She might give Maura grief about the food, the schedules and all the other ideas she seemed to have but she appreciated all the care she gave their family. Maura had doubts about her ability to be a good mother but every day even in spite of that crazy spiralizer contraption she proved she was so very wrong.

"Where are the little creatures that you are ruining the understanding of what perfectly good pasta is by serving them zucchini?" Jane asked smirking.

"You're bad and I am not ruining anything," Maura said laughing. "They are at your mother's until lunch is ready. I wanted to feed them a little something healthy because Cailin won't."

"It's a carnival, Maura. You aren't supposed to eat healthy at a carnival."

"But they can start with something nutritious," she stated.

"Are we sure Cailin can handle them?" Jane asked worried about her sister-in-law's ability to control five miniature Rizzolis outside of the confines of their home.

"The children are all very well behaved," Maura answered.

"Yes, they are but they are also a handful even when there is no crowd. I can't imagine them at a carnival – with Cailin."

"We've taken them to a carnival before. They were perfectly fine and she will not be alone," Maura stated.

"I know. James Whitmore Thomas, DOB: 04-15-1994, white male, 24 years old, pre-med. Sarah Clarice – almost as bad as Dorthea – Montago, DOB…"

"Jane Rizzoli!" Maura should have known her wife would have run background checks on Cailin's friends but somehow it still surprised her.

"Maura Isles!"

"I can't believe you."

"Did you not think I would check them out?" Jane asked sitting up staring at her wife in disbelief.

"These are her friends. Friends we have met before. Friends who have eaten in our home and TJ will be there as well."

"Yes, we've met them and eaten with them but they haven't taken my kids anywhere ever."

"Sweetheart, Cailin will take good care of them."

"Can't they stay home today? Their social calendar is fuller than ours. They just had a play date yesterday," she whined.

"Jane, Cailin asked to do this over a month ago," Maura replied wondering what brought this on. Jane had not expressed any problem with this prior to today. "The kids will be fine. I truly believe that. Cailin is great with them."

"I wish one of us was going with her."

"I don't think she would like that very much. She wanted to do this with them. She will think we don't trust her."

"These are our kids, Maur. I am not sure I do trust her."

"She is my sister," Maura replied slightly annoyed.

"Half-sister," Jane corrected.

"Well, you should be glad it is half because then she too would be the daughter of a mob boss and that would truly be something to be concerned about." Jane laughed. Maura joined her. They both knew Cailin would actually embrace being a mob bosses' daughter and be quite good at it.

Maura took the zucchini and did to it what she had done to the yellow squash. Jane would admit it was at least colorful. Maura finished making the lunch and held out a forkful for Jane who took the offering.

"Well?"

Jane groaned. Agreeing it was good would mean more fake noodles. More fake noodles would mean no real pasta. And no real pasta was just not the Rizzoli way. But there was a problem that Jane was facing right now. The problem was that it was good and she didn't want to encourage Maura on her quest to make everything under the sun healthy.

"It's okay," she mumbled not wanting to admit to her wife that she had succeeded in making something out of curly vegetables that was indeed delicious.

"Jane." The way Maura said her name forced it out of her.

"Fine. It's good," she conceded.

"Was that so hard?" she questioned amused.

"Yes, Maura it was, because you will take that as a license to make me eat curly vegetables all the time." Maura chuckled as she watched Jane take another forkful and slurp it into her mouth. This wasn't going to be difficult at all.

"Do you want to talk about what has been on your mind since last night?" Maura asked.

"You've been analyzing me, Maur," Jane replied placing the fork in the sink.

"Hard not to. You've made it easy sweetie." Jane rubbed her forehead. She took out her phone and pulled up the message. Maura read it then handed the phone back to her.

"Casey is in town," Maura stated wiping her hands and looking closely at her wife. Maura didn't care for Casey. She never had. When Jane was with him, she believed she was too good for him, that he didn't deserve her. His actions proved she was correct.

"Are you going to meet with him?" she asked keeping her tone even.

"I don't know, Maur." Jane's phone rang.

"Rizzoli," she answered. "Yeah. Text the address. Should be there in thirty." Jane stood. She reached out and tucked a hair behind Maura's ear. She cupped her face then kissed her deeply.

"I love you Maura Isles."

"I love you too."

"I'll say good-bye to the boys before I go." Maura nodded.

"Talk about this later?" Jane asked.

"Definitely."