Frankie got to keep the case with his partner, despite him being Janes brother. "One wrong action or word and you're out!" Cavanaugh had warned them. Her brother might have also inherited some good portion of the Rizzoli temper, but unlike Jane he was more moderate. Another old acquaintance had appeared for what she sarcastically called the show, and the brunette didn't like it. She almost fell unconscious when Dean walked into the precinct stating that he would be on board of the case.

"Hell, it feels as if the FBI only has one agent." She muttered more to herself than to anyone else in the room. Maura who was standing right next to her softly squeezed her hand. They were standing behind the window overlooking the interview room.

"Pretty crowded in here." Casey snarked glancing accusingly at Frankie, his partner and Dean.

His lawyer bent to whisper something into his ear, but he waved him away like an annoying fly. His face was grim. "Is Jane here too? I'm sure that she is behind the window."

Jane hitched a breath as his eyes seemingly locked with hers although she knew that it was impossible for him to see her. He didn't know what he had coming yet. Nobody had informed him, that this interview would be less about the murder of his father, than about the rape. Jane still hated the thought that Gabriel was involved. There are things you didn't want to share with some people and for her taste already too many people knew about it.

The interrogation began when Frankie dictated the formal details. Maura's hand rested calmly on her shoulder while watching. "You shouldn't watch this." The blonde repeated herself, knowing thought that Jane wouldn't want to have it. The brunette was determined to hear what Casey had to say.

She had given her statement earlier that week to Frankie's partner, Cavanaugh and Dean. Not feeling comfortable to tell Frankie or Maura all the gory details while looking into their eyes. She knew that both had read the statement though. And she was grateful that none of them talked about it.

The door to the little room opened and Korsak walked inside. Korsak who had always been like a father to her nodded his greeting, taking his place silently next to the two women. Jane felt that he wasn't sure if he could hug her, so she simply turned to do so. He gave her a small but reassuring smile. There was no need to say a word.

The questioning in the adjoining room started. Casey's face reflected his shock when he came to realize that Jane had talked. Obviously, he hadn't expected it. Soon anger replaced the shock and he started to yell. Of course, he denied that it was a rape. He stated bluntly that it had been consensual sex. This reaction had absolutely been expected. His problem was that Jane had gone to the hospital. There was proof of the rape.

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"Are you okay, Jane?" Maura asked knowing that it was a stupid question. But her wife had been sitting around depressed all evening. The blonde wanted to make her talk. The brunette didn't, so she didn't reply. Tears started to shimmer in Janes eyes and Maura just pulled her closer into her arms, rocking her like she rocked Sophie or Julia when they were sad.

A knock to the door made them glance at the watch. It was already 10 pm. Maura sighed and got off to take care of the visitor. She had barely opened the door, when a red-faced Angela stormed into the house, dropping her luggage in the hallway, walking straight towards her daughter.

Jane thought that she had been hit by a truck judged by the force of her mothers embrace. "Great, now we can have a family party." She mumbled sarcastically getting up from the couch to walk upstairs.

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Jane lay in bed, the cover drawn over her head. It had been a looong time since she had done that for the last time she thought. The interrogation had gone well today, but it was still disturbing. All memories had come back. And it was even worse to know that other people walked around and all over them. She needed time and peace to process everything.

Maura's hug and rocking had helped a lot. But her mother had made it worse. She felt even more ashamed than if only Frankie and Maura and well Dean knew.

She was so deep in thought that she didn't hear the footsteps approaching her bed. Jane almost shrieked when the cover was suddenly lifted and to chocolate brown eyes peeked at her. Before she knew, Julia and Sophie had joined her under the cover.

The girls giggled and the little blonde girl lit her torch, which the brunette had given her for her last birthday, so that she could find her way to the bathroom at night. Jane shrieked when her legs were touched by cold feet.

The excited laughter of the kids was somehow contagious. And soon Jane felt much better. She just lay there, listening to the jokes, watching how the girls made faces in the torchlight. Small arms wrapped around her and tried to tickle her.

Life for the kids was easy. She remembered her childhood, when she and her brothers used to spend endless seeming summer days doing stupid things and teasing each other. They had told and invented stories just like Sophie and Julia did. Every day had been great.

Maybe Sophie and Julia would lay in bed one day and think back to these days. Or this exact night when they had fun under the cover with Jane. She somehow hoped so as she joined their fun by tickling them, adding new faces and participating in inventing their stories.

She had no idea how long they had been there in their hideout. It didn't seem to be long. Footsteps announced the arrival of a new guest and Sophie poked her head gingerly out to see that it was Maura. The blonde was surprised, but also delighted when being invited to their party. Against Janes believes, Maura was only too willing to come under the covers too.

When the kids had finally fallen asleep, Jane carried them one by one to their beds.

"I prepared the guestroom for Angela. I hope its okay. She was just worried." Maura said after extinguishing the lights.

"I know." Jane sighed. "I just needed some time to process."

"Oh, that went well as I see." Maua chuckled.

"Yeah." Jane laughed her soft laugh which Maua loved so much. "But this was also good therapy."

"I bet it was. I had no clue that they had sneaked into our room. I didn't hear a noise from theirs, so I assumed that they were sleeping."

Jane wrinkled her nose. "These little monster sleep now for sure. They didn't even wake up when I carried them through half of the house."

Maura laughed heartedly. "I love you, Jane. And I'm in awe for you because you are such a strong person." Their fingers laced and their lips touched.

"I love you too, Maur." Jane simply whispered.

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The next morning Jane found Angela preparing breakfast in the kitchen. Her mother showed a worried expression when the brunette padded into the room. Jane remembered that she hadn't been all to nice the previous evening and went over to kiss Angela's cheek softly.

"Hi Ma!" she said calmly, noticing that the elder woman had already prepared coffee. She gratefully took one and poured one for Maura who was still in the shower.

"I'm sorry, Jane. I shouldn't have come. When I heard about the story…." Angela was fidgeting with her hands; tears were dwelling in her eyes. She sighed and took a deep breath. "When I heard the story, I was imagining the pain you must feel. I just rushed to you without thinking, because I wanted to comfort you. But you have Maura for that now. So, I'm going to leave after breakfast."

Jane heard the joyful sounds of the kids in the garden and paused shortly before moving into Angela's arms. "Don't!" she said. "Stay a few days. I would like that. And just so you know: I might have a wife to hug me now. But a mothers hug is also always welcome."

Angela sniffed. "Really? I don't want to be in your way. You know?"

"Really!" Jane said in a firm tone. When both separated they found Maura standing in the doorway watching the scene. She too had tears in her eyes as she walked over to Jane to leave a kiss on her cheek before grabbing her cup of coffee.

The brunette groaned when Angela set a plate with bunny shaped pancakes in front of her. She always groaned, but somehow it touched her how her mother still underwent the fuss of making them.

Julia and Sophie came were delighted by Angela's doings and chatted lightly with their grandmother.