I do not own Rizzoli and Isles. Most of the characters in this story belong to Tess Gerritsen and TNT.
I would like to thank Michelle for beta reading this chapter.
Chapter Forty Four
"Oh god." Maura gasped into her hands.
"H-how much did you hear?" The blonde prayed her daughter hadn't heard much but she knew she wasn't that lucky.
"All of it." Hope spat through her tears.
"Darling, please let me expl-" Maura stepped forward and reached out for her daughter.
"No!" Hope yelled moving out of her mother's embrace.
"Hope please!" The honey blonde begged.
"Please what mama?" The teenager snapped.
"Please give me a chance to explain." Maura pleaded with her daughter.
"I heard everything Mrs Rizzoli said." Hope shook her head.
"Did you really have an affair with Jane when she was our nanny?" Hazel eyes looked up at her mother in disgust.
"Yes, I did." The Doctor looked to the floor, afraid of her daughter's reaction.
"Why mama? Why would you do that to us? To daddy?" The young girl screamed.
"Sweetie, I know you think the world of your father but he's not perfect." Maura met the furious eyes of her child.
"And you are?" The teenager laughed.
"You can't honestly believe over the years working away, your father hasn't been with another woman?" Maura never wanted to share her thoughts with her children but she felt they were old enough to know the reality of a long distance relationship.
"Do you have proof?" The young girl refused to believe her father would cheat.
"Well, no bu-"
"But what? Just because you had an affair doesn't mean daddy has. He wouldn't do that to us, he's not that selfish!" The blonde girl scoffed.
"Hope!" Maura warned.
"No mama, you don't get to shout at me for having an opinion!" Hope laughed.
"Despite the things I've done, I'm still your mother and I deserve to be shown some respect young lady!" The Doctor barked.
"You're unbelievable." The teenager mumbled.
The room went silent as Maura took a deep breath and gathered her thoughts as she tried to think of the best way to explain what happened ten years ago.
"Darling, I need you to understand what it was like all those years ago. Your father was constantly working away for months on end, leaving me to raise our two young children on my own." Maura walked closer to her daughter, hoping she wouldn't push her away this time.
"It's hard doing it alone, I was practically a single mother, and I struggled to balance two children and my career all on my own. I hated the fact I had to hire a nanny. I didn't want you and your brother to feel as though you were being raised by a nanny as I was but I needed help." The younger blonde crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at her mother's poor excuses.
"I interviewed so many people but no one fit the bill, the hours either didn't suit or the pay wasn't enough. The majority of candidates didn't even bother to interact with you children throughout the interviews. Then, the second Jane came into the house, my first thought was to send her away, she was my student but you both took to her straight away and her credentials were extremely impressive." Maura smiled as she remembered a teenage Jane holding her sleeping daughter in her arms.
"I was so grateful to have Jane by my side; it felt as though she was a friend helping me out, not someone I hired. She didn't make me feel guilty for needing help, she reminded me that I am just like any other mother, and sometimes we need help." The Doctor smiled at the thought.
"Jane and I were together all the time; I taught her for two hours twice a week and then she worked from four to nine. You know how difficult it is for me to make friends but Jane, well she accepted me for me, quirks and all. She was kind, caring, funny, intelligent and so mature for an eighteen year old. After a few weeks, whenever we put you and your brother to bed, she'd stay for an hour or so and we just talked and got to know each other so well. I forgot what it was like to be in the company of another adult and before I knew it, these feelings started to develop and I didn't know what to do with them. The only person I could confide in was the woman I was falling in love with." The medical examiner took a deep breath and looked to the floor.
"You were in love with her?" Hope whispered, her arms falling limp to her sides and her angry posture softening.
"Yes, I will always love Jane." Maura gave a small smile.
"Oh. I thought you were just saying that to Mrs Rizzoli." Hope tilted her head to the side.
"What about daddy?" The young girl suddenly felt bad for shouting at her mother.
"I love your father but I don't think I was ever in love with him honey." Maura took her youngest hands in her own and gently squeezed them.
"I don't understand. What's the difference?" Hope wrinkled her blonde brows.
"You're so young baby; I don't expect you to fully understand the difference between love and being in love. I was thirty when I fully understood what each meant." Maura sighed.
"I fell in love with Jane without her even trying but your father, I felt as though I forced myself into loving him because my parents didn't agree with our relationship at first. I just, I always thought how I felt about your father was love but then Jane walked into my life and before I knew it, it hit me like a ton of bricks and I couldn't stop myself when she kissed me." The blonde looked at her daughter, hoping she'd understand to some extent.
"I'm not trying to justify what I did, I'm really not. I'm just trying to make you understand I didn't just wake up one day and decide I was going to have an affair, I fell in love and lost control." Maura hoped her daughter would understand.
"Why did you abandon her and move us to France?" Hope wiped her eyes. The teenager's mood had gone from angry, to disgust and then to understanding. Although she didn't know much about love, she could understand why her mother was unhappy.
"I truly wanted to do what was best for you and Charles; you both deserved to have your father in your life. I didn't want to expose either of you to a life where you were moving back and forth every other weekend and had to choose what toys you wanted to take to daddy's and what toys you had to leave. It wasn't fair for me drag you both through a divorce, not at such a young age. I didn't want you to grow up in a broken home. I did the only thing I could; I pulled myself out of that relationship and ran." Maura laughed bitterly.
"It was a cruel, pathetic and an unforgivable move on my part but I didn't know what else to do." The blonde looked at the floor.
"Did daddy know?" The teen asked.
"Yes, he figured it out and we both agreed to move to France and work through our problems." Maura shrugged.
"Did it work?" The young girl asked.
"Well, he forgave me and once we settled in France, it was as though nothing had happened. He was home so much and we reconnected and got to know each other again. But I was naive to think that running to another country away from Jane would make me forget her; out of sight out of mind. I honestly thought I'd fall in love with him but it didn't-I haven't." Maura sighed.
"If I didn't have you and Charles, I would never have stayed with him, love just wasn't enough and it never will be baby." Maura brought her hand up to her daughter's face and pushed back the blonde hair. Hope stared at her mother for a long time, thinking over everything she'd learn when simply coming down for a glass of water. After a while, the teenager smiled up at her mother and leaned into her embrace.
"Thank you." Hope whispered against her mother's chest.
"For what?" Maura pulled a face.
"For giving up your own happiness so that we could have a normal life." Hope pulled back from her mother's chest and gave a small smile.
"I'd do it all over again if I had too." Maura kissed her daughter's forehead.
"What does all this have to do with Jane's fiancée?" The young girl furrowed her brows as she remembered the reason Angela came round.
"Well, apparently when Riley found out about our past. She has it in her head, Jane didn't tell her we work together because there's something going on between us." Maura scoffed.
"Huh." Hope mumbled.
"But why would Mrs Rizzoli want you to stay away from Jane?" The young blonde was confused.
"She seems to think our friendship is compromising Jane's relationship. I respect Angela's opinion but she has no right getting involved in Jane's relationship." Maura shook her head.
"But she's her mama?" Hope tilted her head.
"I know darling but Jane's a grown woman and she can make her own decisions. Angela has no right getting involved in Jane's relationship or telling me what to do. Jane's going through a rough time right now, she needs both her friends and family around her to get as much support as possible." Maura brushed her daughter's wrinkled brow.
"So why did you agree?" The young blonde pulled a face.
"I didn't. I simply respected Angela's opinion." Maura nodded her head.
"Do you think maybe Jane still has feelings for you?" Hope whispered.
"I really don't know baby." Maura sighed and pulled her daughter back into a hug, needing the comfort.
"Daddy doesn't know you work with Jane does he?" The Doctor pulled her daughter closer and smiled into her blonde hair, she really was an intelligent girl.
"No." Maura chewed her lip.
"Why?" The younger girl looked up.
"Your father will be furious; he'll begin to keep track of each and every move I make or he'll accuse me of all sorts of things if I work late. I know he wouldn't trust me, not when it's Jane I'm working with. Your father knows I wouldn't have cheated unless strong feelings were involved, I couldn't do it just for sex." The medical examiner chuckled.
"Plus, I really love this job, I feel like for the first time in my work life, I fit in somewhere." Maura shrugged.
"You promise there's nothing going on between you and Jane?" The blonde gave her mother a stern look.
"I promise baby." Maura made sure she looked into her daughter's eyes.
"Then he won't hear it from me." As much as Hope adored her father, she could see the difference in her mother ever since she started working at BPD; she was much happier and had made so many friends, which she knew was rare.
"I love you honey." Maura smiled at her daughter.
"I'm going back to my room. I-I err need time to think about everything." Hope nodded her blonde head.
"Oh, okay darling. I'm so grateful you gave me a chance to explain myself and for trying to understand exactly how I felt. I can't tell you how much I dreaded telling you kids, I didn't want you to hate me." Maura looked to the floor.
"I could never hate you mama." The teenager gave her mother an understanding smile before turning towards the stairs.
"Mama." Hope whispered as she hovered on the bottom step.
"Yes baby?" Maura turned back towards her youngest child.
"I love you too." The teenager grinned before running up the stairs.
The honey blonde smiled as she heard Hope's bedroom door shut before she practically collapsed onto the couch and took a long, well needed swig of her wine. Maura shook her head and sat back against the cushions letting out a long breath, tonight felt so surreal, although it had gone better than she ever imagined, she couldn't believe she'd had the two conversations she'd been avoiding for years, all in one night. Although Maura was so annoyed at Angela, she respected her opinion and could understand why the older woman thought Jane would be better off without the blonde's friendship and influence but Maura knew how Jane would react and wondered if she knew the Detective better than her own mother did when it came to her well-being. The Doctor was also surprised at how well her daughter had taken the news she had been terrified of telling her, she often forgot her youngest child was fourteen, she acted much older and instead of staying mad, she gave her mother a chance to explain herself and for that, Maura was eternally grateful.
It had just turned six thirty in the morning and the sky was considerably dark for the start of summer; the blonde shivered as she closed her robe and wiggled her toes. Maura had given herself a treat this morning and stayed in bed for an extra half hour after the drama the previous night. The Doctor stirred her freshly brewed coffee and enjoyed the silence that filled her house; both children were still in bed, enjoying a long lay in after a hard week in school. Maura had checked to see if her son had come home and smiled when she saw the fully dressed teen fast asleep on top of his covers, he hadn't even bothered to take off his shoes. Just as the blonde brought the hot beverage to her lips, her doorbell rang out. Maura raised her eyebrow; she wasn't expecting anyone nor ordered any parcels, the blonde put down her mug and opened her front door to find another Rizzoli standing there.
"No." Jane shook her head.
"No, no, no. Did you forget?" The Italian whined.
"Oh shoot." Maura cringed; looking down at Jane's jogging gear.
"Maura, this crack of dawn run on a Saturday was your idea!" Jane threw her hands up in the air.
"I could have slept in!" The Detective huffed.
"I am so sorry." Maura swallowed, she'd completely forgotten she'd arranged a jog with Jane.
"Do you want to stay for breakfast?" The blonde hesitated, she felt guilty that just a few hours ago she'd listened to Angela asking her to stay away from Jane, although she said she understood, she never actually agreed.
"Depends on what you're making." Jane threw the blonde a teasing grin.
"I will make whatever you want as a way of apologizing." Maura smiled.
"Muffins?" Jane bounced on the spot.
"Bran muffins?" The blonde smirked.
"Uh, fine." Jane scoffed as she walked into the house.
Forty minutes had passed with Maura running around the kitchen, determined to make the best bran muffins for the Italian; only for Jane to criticise every healthy thing Maura added.
"Raisins really?" Jane was sitting on the floor, in front of the oven turning her nose up at the raising muffins.
"You like raisins!" Maura laughed as she wiped the counter.
"You coulda' added some chocolate chips!" Jane rolled her eyes.
"Do you know how unhealthy that would be? Especially for breakfast." Maura smirked.
"But they're good." Jane hid a smile as she got up from the floor.
"And my baking isn't?" The blonde raised an eyebrow.
"Well, last time you tried to bake cookies, I bit into one and I got a mouthful of burnt cookie." Jane laughed.
"I got distracted!" Maura laughed and the two women shared a sly smile as they remembered exactly what had Maura distracted.
"Have they gone down?" Maura asked as she untied the apron from around her waist.
"Yeah, Charles went out like a light, but Hope wanted me to stay until she fell asleep." Jane smiled as she snaked her arms around Maura's waist.
"Hmm, leave it on." The Italian husked down a sensitive ear.
"Jane, behave. I promised the children the cookies will be ready when they wake up from their nap." Maura smiled as she leaned back into Jane's embrace.
"You are the only woman I know whose comfortable baking in heels." Jane giggled as she ran her nose along Maura's neck.
"Jane." Maura's warning died on her lips as Jane placed light feathered kisses behind Maura's ear.
"We've not had sex in like forever." Jane mumbled.
"It's only been a week." Maura smiled as the Italian's hands began to wander.
"It feels like forever." Jane whined.
"Jane." Maura tried to squirm out of Jane's grip.
"The cookies will be ready in twenty minutes." The honey blonde shook her head as Jane pulled her back.
"We can fit like three orgasms in twenty minutes." Jane smirked and released the blonde.
"Ja-" Maura was silenced by Jane's lips pressing to hers.
"Jane!" The teacher giggled as her student hoisted her up on to the counter top.
"No talking." The Italian smirked as she slipped her tongue into Maura's hot mouth.
"Mm." Maura gave up fighting and opened her legs to let the girl in closer.
Jane smirked into the kiss as Maura gave in and slowly dragged her hand up Maura's thigh to push the skirt out of her way.
"A thong huh?" Jane pulled back from the demanding kiss.
"I didn't want panty lines." Maura pouted and brought Jane back into a kiss.
"Well then, it's a good thing I'm taking them off." Jane mumbled against the blonde's lips as she pushed Maura's skirt up and hooked her fingers into the lace thong.
"Jane, not on here." Although the blonde was trying to protest, she didn't stop the way her hips rose as Jane discarded the ruined piece of fabric.
"I've always wanted to tongue fuck you on this counter top." Jane grinned as she moved down to kiss the older woman's inner thigh.
"Jane." The teacher half scowled and half moaned.
"Thi-this is wrong, it's so unsanitary a-an-and-" The older woman struggled to think as the Italian began to gently blow on the woman's dripping sex.
"And it's so fucking sexy." Jane smirked as she sucked Maura's throbbing clit into her mouth.
"Oh fuck." The blonde's hands flew to the Italian's curly hair, ensuring she didn't move.
"Ahem." Jane cleared her throat as both women shared the same flash back.
"Mama?" Hope rubbed her tired eyes as she walked into the kitchen after hearing her mother laughing.
"Good morning darling." Maura smiled at her daughter.
"Hey kiddo." Jane waved.
"What are you doing here so early?" The young blonde eyed the two women suspiciously.
"Well, your Mama bugged me all week to go for a run today but someone forgot." Jane shot the older woman a teasing stare.
"So she's trying to buy my forgiveness with muffins." Both women laughed at the Italian's comment.
"Huh." Hope assumed the fact Jane was here that she had no idea her mother stood in the same kitchen just a few hours earlier.
"Bran muffins unfortunately." Jane playfully rolled her eyes.
"Oh I love bran muffins!" The teenager bounced around the kitchen island and bent down to look in the oven.
"They're almost ready!" Hope beamed up at Jane.
"Like mother, like daughter." Jane smirked at the older blonde.
"No, no, no." Jane shook her head as her phone rang and then Maura's a few seconds later.
"Oh come on." The Detective moaned when she saw dispatch's number on the screen.
"Rizzoli." Jane shook her head; she wasn't even supposed to start until nine.
"Isles." Maura sighed.
"No, that's okay. Tell Detective Frost to go ahead. No, nobody is to touch the body until I arrive." Maura nodded.
"Alright, we'll be right down." Jane ended the call.
"Okay, bye." Maura sighed and put her phone on the counter.
"Uh, it's like there's never any other Detectives available." Jane scoffed.
"How did you get here?" Maura asked as she turned off the oven.
"Drove, why?" The detective locked her phone.
"Do you want to share a car today?" The honey blonde slipped on an oven mitt.
"Sure, I'll bring you home later." Jane smiled.
"If that's okay with you?" Maura beamed up at the detective as she carefully pulled out the tray to show six perfectly baked bran muffins.
"Sure." The Italian smiled and reached out to grab a muffin.
"Hey!" The Doctor slapped Jane's hand away.
"They're hot." The blonde pouted.
"You got ten minutes to get changed." Jane raised a brow.
"Twenty?" Maura's begged.
"Fifteen." Jane smirked.
"Deal!" Maura yelled before she darted to her room.
"Maura it hurts." Jane whined as stuck her tongue out for the blonde to see the small blister.
"Well, I told you they were hot!" Maura laughed as they followed the crowd of officers down the alley way and behind a building.
"I didn't think they'd burn my tongue off!" The detective pouted.
"You're such a baby." Maura laughed as she nudged the detective until she put her tongue back into her mouth.
"Hey." Jane smiled at Frost as she pulled on her gloves.
"You two arrived…together?" The other Detective raised his eyebrows.
"Uh huh, what's wrong with that?" Jane eyed her best friend suspiciously, wondering what he was getting at.
"Nothing!" The young man hid a smirk. Jane furrowed her brows at her partner but decided to let it slip as she had a murder to solve.
"She was dragged here." Jane looked down at the drag marks.
"Oh, that's all been photographed and inventoried." Frost nodded.
"Well, we would have been here sooner if someone didn't take forever to get changed." The Italian glanced towards Maura.
"Hey! I was only half an hour." The blonde squinted her eyes.
"Still fifteen minutes longer than what we agreed." Jane turned her nose away from the other woman.
"Gaynor Randle." The Italian mumbled as she looked down at the opened purse revealing her driver's license, cards and cash.
"Thirty two." Jane mumbled.
"Hundred in cash, scratch robbery." The detective glanced around the crime scene as Maura bent down and began her examination of the body.
"Did you find what was used to beat her?" Jane yelled to Frost who was at the other end of the alley looking around.
"Not yet." Frost shook his head as she looked around a few trash cans.
"Vintage." Maura noted as she opened up the coat of the young woman.
"She had a flair for clothes." The blonde looked down at the blood stained shirt and skirt.
"Hmm, she was sexually assaulted." Jane shook her head as she looked to the bruising and dried blood on the woman's thighs.
"Reddish-brown stains on the inner thighs and external genitalia." Maura repeated.
"I hear an echo." The Italian gave a small smile.
"Mm, she was married." Jane noticed as Maura examined her hand.
"Pager's busted." The brunette rubbed her hands together.
"It's not a pager. It's a glucose management system. An insulin pump." Maura explained as she continued to look at the victim's hands.
"She was diabetic." The blonde looked up to Jane ensuring she understood.
"Hmm, yep. Needle marks." Jane cringed when Maura showed her the excessive amount of needle marks on her fingertips.
"She probably had to check her glucose level about five to ten times a day." Maura sighed, that must have been a hard life.
"Maybe this." The medical examiner mumbled to herself as she picked up a small brown book.
"Yeah, she kept careful records." Maura flicked through the small brown book.
"Her last glucose level reading was over four hundred." Maura shook her head.
"Is that good or bad?" Jane furrowed her brows.
"It's extremely high." Maura nodded.
"Again, is that good or bad?" Jane was confused.
"Bad. She wasn't getting any insulin. She probably had slurred speech and trouble walking." The blonde shook her head, by the looks of things, someone took advantage of her vulnerable state.
"That explains why there's no defensive wounds. She couldn't fight back." Jane shrugged.
"Murder weapon has a rectangular edge on it." The Italian shouted to the few officers on the scene who nodded and began to sift through the bags and bags of trash.
"I can't confirm that!" Maura's mouth hung open at Jane's assumption.
"Hey, Frost, we're looking for a two by four." Jane turned to her partner to see him holding up a bloody plank of wood.
"Frost, we're looking for an idiot." Jane mocked herself.
"That your way of saying you want to talk to the husband?" Frost smirked.
"What's it say about relationships that the husband or the boyfriend is our first suspect?" Jane shook her head.
"Not good?" Frost laughed.
"Uh huh. Well, the way my relationships going, if I turn up dead in an alley somewhere, Riley will definitely be the first suspect." The detective grinned.
"Jane!" Maura scorned.
"Oh, it-it may not be the husband." Maura said as she held up a red tablet she'd found in the bag towards Jane.
"Because she didn't have a husband." The Italian sighed at the photo of their victim and another woman holding hands on their wedding day.
"This just opened up a long list of suspects." Jane mumbled. She knew herself how many anti-gay groups, societies and religions there were in Boston alone. Hell she recently got a flyer in her mail box about homosexuality being a sin. Rolling her eyes, Jane knew she'd be interviewing some interesting characters.
Jane and Frost had spent the majority of their morning interviewing the wife. She had a lot to say about their perfect marriage and how the commonwealth recognizes their marriage. She rambled on for nearly forty minutes about their lives, work and how they were considering adopting a child before Jane managed to ask the serious questions. The wife appeared to be the perfect suspect as she seemed to be overcompensating for something until Frost checked her alibi to see it was impossible that she had killed her partner.
"So the wife has a solid alibi." Jane rubbed the back of her neck.
"Yep, bowling all night with the LGBT's of Boston." Frost sighed.
"So that leaves us with no suspects." Jane yawned.
"Uh huh." The other detective nodded.
"I'm gonna see if Maura has anything." Jane rubbed her eyes all the way down to the morgue, wishing she'd had that extra hour in bed.
"Oh come on. It's not like she has to worry about the scar." Jane teased as she entered the morgue to find Maura perfecting the stitching.
"Don't rush me." Maura mumbled as she carefully closed off the y-incision.
"Well, multitask then." Jane whined.
"Time of death?" Jane sat on the opposite table, finding she was too tired to stand.
"Between two and three am." Maura nodded as she straightened up.
"Any DNA from the sexual assault?" The Italian asked.
"No semen but I did collect some deerskin fibres." Maura pulled off her gloves.
"So we're looking for Bambi?" Jane teased.
"No, deerskin from work gloves." The Doctor held up the blue ones she'd just discarded.
"So, no prints." The Italian could have laughed, of course this wouldn't be an easy case.
"Hey, I like the new scrubs!" Jane noticed the blonde was wearing black scrubs instead of her usual navy blue.
"Are you making fun of me?" Maura walked around the table and stood in front of Jane, almost between her open legs.
"No…" Jane trailed off with a big grin.
"Do you want to know what killed her?" Maura pursed her lips.
"Yes!" Jane pouted and wiggled her legs.
"Well, since you asked so nicely." The blonde rolled her eyes.
"There should be more blood associated with her facial lacerations. And it looks like the assault and the rape happened post-mortem." Maura picked a piece of fluff from Jane's knee.
"What, she was raped and beaten after she was killed?" Jane furrowed her brows.
"So what killed her?" The Italian glanced towards the large gash on the woman's head.
"I believe an adrenaline response to panic, overstressed her heart, which was already compromised by diabetes." Maura walked over to the counter and pulled on a fresh set of gloves.
"So, why rape and beat her once she was dead?" The brunette questioned.
"I don't know, that's what I thought was odd. But look at this." Maura held the hand of the dead woman and shined a small UV light over it.
"'Merch' it means girl in Welsh." The medical examiner looked towards Jane.
"Since when do lawyers have club stamps?" Jane scoffed.
"I think it's time we visited 'Club Merch.'" The Detective mumbled.
"I'll see you for lunch?" Jane asked as she jumped down from the table.
"I-err-maybe." Maura cleared her throat as she thought about Angela in the café.
"Yes? Okay see you later!" Jane teased as she ran out of the morgue before Maura could decline.
The day quickly turning into evening and reluctantly, Jane and Frost hadn't left their desks after coming back from chasing many different leads which all turned out to be dead ends. Frost had brought in his own lunch today and offered to share it with the Italian but she declined, finding her mind was too occupied with this case to consider eating. The brunette had interviewed so many offensive, arrogant and just plain horrible people that she was extremely proud of herself for not punching the last gay hating group member.
"We have nothing!" Jane yelled as she looked over the CCTV footage of the club to find the bouncer she was hoping was guilty didn't leave the door all night. Despite the fact he lied, Jane could understand why he did with his track record but that left her back at square one.
"I'll tell King Kong he's free to go." Frost stood from his chair.
"Yeah, alright." The Italian rubbed her eyes as her phone went off.
"Damn it Maura." Jane mumbled at the fifth text she received from the blonde telling her to come downstairs. Deciding a short break couldn't hurt, the detective hurried downstairs.
"What is so important?" Jane snapped as she walked into the café to see the blonde sipping a drink.
"You didn't meet me for lunch." Maura smiled as she pushed the bag on the table towards Jane.
"Seriously?" The Detective scoffed.
"Jane, it's important to eat!" Maura barked and flung the bag into the Detective's arms. However, Jane simply turned to walk off.
"But that's not why I interrupted you." Maura had to smirk as Jane turned back to her.
"I extracted the killer's DNA from the murder weapon." The blonde smiled as Jane's face lit up.
"Who is he?" Jane asked as she placed the bag back down on the table.
"You didn't say sorry for missing lunch." Maura pouted, knowing she was teasing the Detective.
"Okay, I'm sorry for skipping lunch and not telling you." Jane sighed.
"Now, will you show me what you found?" Jane begged but Maura simply shrugged.
"Okay fine, I promise I'll make it up to you! How about drinks after work?" The Italian hoped that would seal the deal.
"I don't want to go out." The Doctor turned up her nose.
"Drinks and take out at mine?" Jane asked but the blonde hesitated.
"No, uh, uh, you can't complain then not want to come. You don't have a choice you're coming over!" Jane held up her hands.
"Fine." Maura gave in.
"Now down to the morgue we go." The brunette began tugging on Maura's arm.
"Jane! Let me finish my coffee." Maura laughed.
"Okay, well hurry up and I'll meet you down there!" Jane yelled as she disappeared out of the café.
Maura watched her go and had to laugh, despite her mood swings, she could be so persuasive. Taking the last sip of her drink, Maura stood and walked over to the recycling bins and bent down to place the cup in the blue one, however as she began straightening up her eyes traveled along a figure and the second she saw the apron, she swallowed harshly she would recognise that green apron anywhere.
"Angela?" The blonde gave a small, guilty smile.
"I thought I told you to stay the hell away from my daughter?" Angela whispered.
"What-"
"Drinks and take out? I didn't hear you refuse." The Italian slapped her hand on the bin making Maura jump back in fright.
"Angela, I never actually agreed to stop spending time with your daughter." Maura took a step closer towards the older woman, hoping to keep her voice in a hushed whisper.
"As I told you yesterday, Jane is a grown woman, she has a mind of her own and she makes her own decisions. She doesn't need her mother to decide what and who is best for her!" The blonde mumbled.
"How dare you!" Angela gasped.
"How dare I? How dare you? Jane's going through a hard time, she needs the support from all of her friends and family right now and that includes me!" Maura snapped.
"Whether you like it or not Angela, I am Jane's friend and I will be here for her when she needs me! I will not let her down and make the same mistake twice." The Doctor looked into dark eyes, ensuring she understood.
"Listen here missy, you better stay away from my family or else-" Angela pointed her finger accusingly at the blonde.
"Or else what Ma?" Jane's voice rang out. The Italian had come back for the bag of food Maura had given her, only to find her mother practically cornering the blonde by the bins. The Detective thought it was nothing until she watched her mother's hand slam down on the bin.
"Janie." Angela gasped.
"It's not what it looks like." Angela nodded as she reached out for her daughter.
"Seriously? You're threatening my best friend?" Jane laughed.
"I'm only trying to do what's best for you Janie." Angela tried.
"Like Maura said, I'm a grown woman and I don't need you to make my decisions and I certainly don't want you threatening Maura when she's done nothing wrong Ma!" Jane's voice began to raise.
"My relationship being on the rocks isn't Maura's fault. Riley's the one who needs to get over herself!" The Detective shook her head.
"But Janie, you shouldn't be around Maura, not right now, it'll only make things worse." Angela cooed.
"There is nothing going on between me and Maura! You said I should have trusted Riley enough to tell her when I knew I was working with her but you never once stopped to think maybe Riley should trust me enough to believe there's nothing going on! It takes two to break up a relationship Ma." Jane snapped.
"Janie." Angela whispered.
"No, I appreciate you're trying to help Ma but for once in my life just butt out!" The Italian yelled before she turned to Maura.
"Come on Maura, we've got a case to solve." Jane mumbled as she pulled Maura's arm, ensuring she followed.
As Angela watched her daughter walk away she realised for once in her life, maybe it would be best if she just let Jane make her own decisions whether they are right or wrong.
Right now, it seemed the only way Jane would learn is from making her own mistakes.
A/N: Again I apologize that this chapter wasn't great, I can't seem to shake this writers block.
Also, my updates might not be as frequent as I have a lot going on right now and life is taking up a lot of my writing time.
If you'd like a more detailed version of why I cannot write, feel free to message me or add me on kik: JasyLC
