Rain: Hey guys! I am so happy for the love the prologue got so I rushed the first chapter to completion so I hope you guys enjoy. Be warned, there will be some heavy angst in this chapter so let's start the show!

Jane:…

A Mother's Love
Chapter One: A Tale of Two Souls

Angela was growing concerned.

It had been a week since she overheard Jaen and Maura's friendship deteriorate and she hadn't heard from her daughter since. She made the tough choice to give her daughter some space for the first three days but when she finally decided to reach out to Jane, she received no answer.

For the next four days, she had tried to reach her but now, after the full week, Angela was on the verge of panic. She had to make sure that Jane was okay because from knowing her daughter, an upset Jane was a dangerous Jane.

And once Korsak had informed her that Jane had put in for 3 months of vacation with Sean, she knew things were serious. After her shift at the Division One Café, Angela drove to Jane's apartment building and soon found herself in front of Jane's door.

Despite knowing her daughter would be upset, Angela was far too concerned to follow the rules of knocking. Reaching down beneath the welcome mat, Angela pulled out the spare key but when she touched the doorknob, the door creaked open.

It wasn't locked.

Concern rising, Angela opened the door fully and the first thing she noticed was the smell.

She often teased Jane about her apartment having "Jane Funk" but whenever Angela came over and smelled actual cleaning products, she knew that Jane had just cleaned up and her daughter only cleaned for two reasons.

One: She was forced out of work and needed to busy herself.

And Two: She was upset and needed to clean to take her mind off of what she was going through.

Jane was a stress cleaner and Angela knew that she got that habit from her father.

The second thing was that all of the lights were off and there was nothing but silence.

When Jane was truly upset, she liked to sit in darkness in absolute silence.

Angela's mother always said that "The darkness shrouds while the light reveals" and Angela never knew what that meant until she and her first love fell apart.

In the light, Angela was still the happy woman that loved shopping, teasing her older siblings while taking care of her younger siblings but in the dark, she grieved for the loss and betrayal that her first love had given her.

She experienced a worse version of this when she and Frank divorced. In the light, she held up a brave front for her children, being the same nosy mother they knew and love but was annoyed by but in the shroud of darkness, she could grieve the death of her marriage and the death of her happy ending.

In the dark, she could be her true self while in the light; she wore a mask of what everyone needed her to be. Jane, Tommy and Frankie (Even Frost and Maura) didn't need the broken down, unsure of herself Angela Rizzoli, her children needed the matriarch that was strong and caring but also annoying and nosy.

And as the light of the hall illuminated the dark apartment, revealing her daughter, who sat on the floor in front of the couch with her body curled up, her long black hair barely hiding the empty brown eyes that stared straight ahead, Angela realized that Jane had taken this habit from her.

She had passed on her sick way of releasing her emotions onto her daughter and it made her feel ill.

"Janie…?" Angela whispered as she took a step into the apartment and walked towards her daughter.

Jane remind silent.

At first, Angela felt a burst of fear shoot through her due to wondering if Jane was still alive but seeing her breathing told her otherwise.

Small miracles…

Angela walked further into the room and knelt down in front of her daughter, after pushing the small table that was in front of Jane, and gingerly took Jane's face into her hands. "Honey…It's your Ma," Angela whispered as she stared into her daughter's eyes.

One of the things Angela adored about her daughter was how expressive her eyes were. When Jane was excited, her eyes would become bright as if they were hazel in color. When angry, they would darken until they were nearly black.

The eyes are the window of the soul and when Jane's soul was gone, her eyes seem to dull into a pale brown. "Honey, it's me," Angela said as she cradled her eldest's face. For a moment, Angela saw a flicker of recognition in Jane's eyes but then it died away.

"Honey…How long have you been in here like this?" Angela asked.

There was no response.

All Jane did was stare through Angela with those empty, dull brown eyes.

And for a moment, Angela felt a chill go down her spine.

Were these the eyes her own mother had to stare into anytime she fell down the abyss?

Angela took this time to observe her daughter.

Her skin was sickly pale.

There were dark rings beneath her eyes.

She smelled and her hair was a mess.

And despite not seeing prove, there was no telling if Jane ate at all.

Her daughter was so far down in the abyss of despair, she was letting herself waste away.

Angela felt anger flow through her veins. "Jane Clementine Rizzoli, you will answer me this minute," Angela told her daughter. "When was the last time you slept, ate and washed up?"

There was no response.

Not even a flicker in her eyes.

There was nothing.

Angela knew that Maura had meant a lot to Jane. Even a blind person could see the insane chemistry and attraction the two held for one another but Angela never understood how deep it ran until she saw her daughter like this.

Jane had never entered such a state like this before. Not with Casey, not with Gabriel…Not even when she found out she was divorcing Frank. Even after the incidents with Hoyt, Jane showed some fear but she never closed up like this.

But her fight with Maura had done something not even Hoyt could do.

It shattered the unstoppable and unbeatable Jane Clementine Rizzoli…

Angela felt tears fill her eyes as she slowly released Jane's face, allowing her eldest to lower her head back against her bent knees.

She needed to get Jane out of this environment as quickly as possible. It was then she noticed something green that was tucked in between Jane's bent knees and her chest.

It was a plushy of a turtle.

Had Maura given that to her?

Angela shook her head.

No time for that now.

She took out her cell phone as she said "I'm sorry Jane but I can't let you stay in here like this," before she dialed Frankie's number. She placed the phone to her ear and said "Honey, I need you to get to Jane's immediately. It is very urgent."

She could hear her son start to say something but then he stopped. He must have heard the seriousness in her voice because instead of saying what he was going to say, he replied "I'll be right there Ma."

"Thank you," Angela said before she hung up the phone. She then looked back at Jane and told her "Stay put. You're going to stay with me until you get better and for that, I need to pack away some clothes for you."

This time, Angela knew Jane would not respond.

She stood up and walked to Jane's room and like everything else in Jane's home, it was spotless. She easily found Jane's leopard suitcase in her closet and began to pack away some regular, none work related, clothes.

Once she did that, she then packed some of Jane's essential toiletries, toothbrush, soaps and the like before she closed the suitcase and rolled it down the hall and placed it beside the couch where she sat down beside the still despondent Jane.

Angela reached over and brushed some hair from Jane's face and it was then she noticed tears falling down from her daughter's face.

'Oh Jane…' Angela thought with remorse as she gingerly wrapped an arm around Jane's shoulders and brought her close.

Jane didn't even try to fight it.

It had been a week since Maura talked Constance into staying at her home until she was fully healed. She was well enough to walk with some discomfort but knew she was not able to stay on her own quite yet so her Isles Matriarch accepted the offer.

But when she arrived, she felt something different in the air.

It was colder...

Not so much in temperature but in feeling. Whenever Constance had come over before, she could feel warmth and happiness all around her but now, it was cold and empty.

As if someone took all of the happiness that her daughter's house and seen and sapped it away. Constance didn't comment on this however and moved into the guest bedroom but that feeling of something being amiss ate at the woman.

Three days into her stay, Constance realized that she hadn't seen the infamous Jane Rizzoli.

Maura and her overprotective but caring friend Jane was always attached at the hip whenever she visited Boston so for her to not see Jane for days was concerning.

Did they have a fight of some sort? Was Jane injured?

Constance felt it rude to ask her daughter about her affairs with her best friend so she remained silent on the matter.

But then, in the middle of the night on the third day, she heard it.

She heard her daughter sobbing.

Constance wanted to see what was wrong with her daughter but once again, she felt that it was not her place to interfere. Night after night, Constance heard her daughter's sobbing throughout the night until early morning but anytime Constance wanted to comment on it the following day, Maura looked normal.

It was then Constance took a closer look at her daughter.

She noticed the faint black rings beneath her eyes and noticed that her beautiful hazel green eyes seemed dull, as if the life had been taken out of it and the smile that would illuminate any room her daughter walked into looked as if it was painful to be on her face.

Constance still remained silent however, unsure to take that step in talking to her daughter but in the middle of the night yesterday until early this morning, Constance heard her daughter sob out Jane's name.

Constance couldn't stop herself then.

Constance had carefully crept out of her room and down the hall to her daughter's master bedroom and through the cracked door, she saw Maura curled up in a tiny ball above the covers, holding what looked to be a picture in her arms as she sobbed.

"J-Jane…It hurts," Maura had cried out. "P-Please stop making it hurt…"

Constance felt tears build up in her eyes as she saw the sight of her daughter's unhidden pain.

So now Constance sat, in the dining room with breakfast made for her and her daughter. She had shied away enough from talking to Maura about what occurred and it was time to act.

She may have not known how to be a mother to her before but damn it, she was going to try her best to be one now. Maura came down the stairs, looking as prolific as ever in her black Varetta Admiral Crepe Sheath Dress and Bijou Patent black and white mules.

"Good morning mother," Maura said, which made Constance frown.

Her happiness was as fake as her socialite friends.

"Hello dear," Constance greeted with a nod. "I have made breakfast. A simple avocado toast with egg and Pumpkin Granola Yogurt Parfait."

"My favorite…" Maura noted softly. This time, Constance could see a genuine smile form on her daughter's face. "Thank you."

"Anytime dear," Constance said as she motioned for Maura to sit. The two ate in relative silence, Constance mentally going over the words that she wanted to tell her daughter. Once the food was eaten, Constance began to speak. "I have noticed that a certain detective hasn't shown her face around here. How is Jane doing?"

She then watched her daughter freeze up and the light that had appeared in her daughter's eyes faded away with such a quickness, Constance was taken aback.

Back when Arthur was alive, he always told her that when she herself was upset, he could see the light in her eyes flick off as if flipping a switch.

And it seemed that Maura learned that from her.

"Detective Rizzoli is no longer welcomed here," Maura said with a cold edge to her voice.

Something that Maura must have picked up from her as well. "And may I ask why?" Constance asked.

"It is between Detective Rizzoli and I. Please do not question it further," Maura replied before she rose up but as Constance looked at her daughter, she could see wetness in her eyes.

It was confirmed.

Something had happened between her daughter and the good detective and it was bad enough for Maura to never want to see the woman in her house again.

But what? What had caused such a rift?

"Thank you for the breakfast mother but I must retire for the day," Maura told her robotically. Constance opened her mouth to speak but Maura quickly retreated up the stairs.

And not five minutes later, she could hear the faint cries of her daughter.

Constance frowned to herself at the sound and rose from her chair carefully and gathered the dishes then headed to the kitchen to clean them.

As she cleaned the dishes, she heard the doorbell ring. Constance placed the dishes on the drying rack beside the sink and made her way to the door and once she opened it, there on the other side of the door was a distressed looking Angela Rizzoli.

Rain: And that is the end of this chapter. So this chapter showed the aftermath of Jane and Maura's breakdown and the thoughts of their parents. Chapter Two will deal with the talk between Constance and Angela among other things. Until the next chapter!

Maura: *keeps head bowed *