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Jane's Apartment

"Janie? Janie?" She moved into her daughter's bedroom and tried again, louder "Jane Rizzoli, I know you are not asleep."

Giving up, Jane threw the covers back and sat up, really not wanting to deal with her mother, but accepting that she would have to see her eventually.

"Ma, I was trying to catch a nap before I had to go in." Jane rubbed her eyes, hoping that would disguise her red, crying eyes. "What do you want?"

Angela Rizzoli sat down on her daughter's bed and put her arm around her daughter. "Jane, how was your trip? How was your extended stay?" She gave her shoulder a squeeze, leaned in and whispered in her ear, "I know you weren't alone. Is there anything you want to tell me?"

For the briefest of moments Jane panicked until she remembered her mother was the queen of interrogation and deserved some harassing. She turned to face her mother and calmly stated, "Yes, Ma, I spent the entire weekend having sex. With a woman. And we ran off to Vermont, got married, and opened a maple syrup farm."

Angela Rizzoli huffed. "Sure Jane, you are now a lesbian." She stood up and looking down, she saw a faint red mark on her daughter's neck. She started to say something about it, thought better of it, and opted to kiss her strong willed daughter on the crown of her head. She figured Jane would tell Frankie who would tell her. She just had to bide her time. "Come by for dinner tonight?"

"Sure Ma." She got out of bed, hugged her mother and headed for the shower.

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Maura had taken a short nap, reapplied her make-up and then headed to BPD. She had spent the morning going over personnel files, inventory lists and current autopsies. A Dr. Pike had been the interim chief medical examiner while she finished her guest lecturer commitment to Georgetown Medical School.

So far she had found numerous mistakes on autopsies and was knee deep in cases that needed to be amended or just completely redone. She opted against taking lunch to go over resumes for senior criminalist positions.

By the end of the day, she had a horrible headache which she chalked up to a lack of sleep and skipping lunch. It was after seven when she finally left for home.

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Rizzoli House

Jane was suffering through a rather loud, and lively family dinner. She smiled every so often, answered questions about her time at Quantico and if she was excited about moving to homicide. She was aware her mother was watching her intently. She feigned a headache and excused herself to home.

Her mother followed her to her car and asked her once again if she was ok. Jane, irritated, ground out, "Ma, there is nothing wrong." Even as she said this, she felt her eyes fill with tears. She hurried into the car and left her mother standing there. She sped home, tears falling freely. She went right to bed and for the first time that day, she thought about Thea. Thinking about the quirky, sexy blonde calmed her and made her feel content, happy. And then she was aroused and using her vibrator with Thea's name on her lips. She tossed the vibrator onto the floor and was asleep in minutes.

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Maura's House

Maura closed the door behind her and slid to the floor, exhaustion settling in. Once she was finally up, she went in search of food, irritated she had not had groceries delivered. She did manage to scrounge up something edible and took it and a stack of files to her bedroom for review.

Not for the first time that day, her mind drifted to Clem and where she was and what she might be doing. Without realizing it, her hand drifted below the waistband of her pajamas, and she was pleasuring herself to thoughts of her weekend lover.

She feel asleep soon afterwards and slept until the next morning. Once she awoke, she showered and got ready for work. On her way into the station, she called her hairstylist and made an appointment for that afternoon. She had gone blonde just before starting at her guest lecturer position, and now she was ready to go back to a darker blonde with an auburn tint. She also wanted to take a few inches off of her hair, as it hadn't been cut in nearly five months.

She had, once again, spent her morning digging through files and trying to set up appropriate protocols and standards for the lab. She had skipped a proper lunch and opted for a cup of yogurt and sparkling water. She had just finished when a young Asian woman cam in to interview for a senior criminalist position.

After a lengthy and robust interview, they took a tour of the lab and she offered Susie Chang the position on the spot. She had asked her to start the next day, and the woman agreed. For the first time in three days, Maura felt like she could breathe. She might actually get to take lunch the next day.

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Jane Rizzoli was counting down the hours until she could leave the joint Vice-Drug Crime Unit behind. She was tired of having to dress like a hooker and her feet hurt. And she missed Thea. She showered and cleaned all of the heavy make-up from her face. She had just settled into the couch and was about to turn the TV on when her phone rang. She answered without thinking and grimaced when she heard Troy's voice on the other end.

"Jane?"

Realizing it was the voice of her ex, she rolled her eyes and answered, "Hi Troy."

"You're back from DC?"

"I am."

"So...should we talk? I'll be in this weekend."

Jane considered how to handle this situation. She decided to just be brutally honest.

"Troy, we don't have anything to say, really. You are a great guy, but I'm just not that into you. Ok?" Before he could answer, she hung-up the phone.

She sighed and rubbed her forehead, trying to forestall a headache. Her mind went to thoughts of Thea and if she should call the hotel under the pretense of a criminal investigation and give them the room number and track her down. Her rational side asked her what she was going to do with the info?

So you get her info and then what? Show up on her doorstep and say what? Blow up both of their lives? Become the dyke cop? March in parades? Come out to her family? Get married? It was legal in Massachusetts. What would her family say? Did she care? If she was honest, she didn't care all that much, but there was a tiny part of her that did care. And she hated herself for that.

She had gotten up and opened a beer, the sprawled out on her couch. She had just gotten comfortable when her mother cam through the door, carryig bags of food.

"Ma?"

"Jane, I made you a bunch of heat and serve meals for the next few weeks, since you are starting your new position. I know you'll be too busy to eat properly."

"Oh, thanks Ma!" Jane was actually glad her mother had done this for her. She got up and was grateful when she found something hot and ready for her to eat. She dug through the bag until she had the lasagna and carried it over to the couch. She was eating straight out of the container when her mother came and sat next to her.

"Janie, are you sure you are ok?" Angela was moving a lock of hair off of her daughter's neck. The same side of her neck that had a faint mark from Thea's teeth. Jane was so enthralled with her mother's homemade lasagna, she didn't realize what her mother was doing until it was too late.

"Who made this mark on your neck, Jane?"

Jane almost choked on her bite of food as she tried to get away from her mother's probing fingers.

"Ma! Is this why you came over here with food? To try and bribe me with food to find out about my sex life?"

Angela shrugged and replied, "If there is something you need to tell me, if something happened to you that you need to tell me about , I am always here to listen to you." She stopped talking and then sat watching Jane expectantly.

Jane considered her next move carefully. She really wanted to talk to somebody about what she was feeling, what she had experienced, what all of this meant. She opted for a half truth.

"Ma, I did meet somebody while I was in D.C. And it was magical and now...it's over."

Angela Rizzoli watched her daughter closely and knew she was telling her the truth. She also knew that until her daughter was ready to talk about it, there was nothing she could do. She got up, took the now empty container to the sink, rinsed it out and left the apartment. Jane watched her mother go and seriously considered calling a psychic hot line just to have somebody to talk to. She opted instead in turning in for the night.

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Maura had gotten home fairly early after her trip to the salon, and after a lite dinner, she retired to bed to read. She didn't get to read long as her phone rang. It was her mother calling from the South of France.

"Maura, darling, are you ok? I've had the most dreadful feeling about you the last three days. Is it the new job?"

Maura had to smile at hearing her mother's voice. They weren't particularly close, but that wasn't for lack of trying on Maura's part. It meant the world to her that her mother had called just to talk with her.

She hesitated just a tad too long before answering, giving her mother a chance to jump to conclusions.

"Have you ended a relationship?"

"What makes you say that?"

"I...had a...dream about you and a delicious, tall drink of water. Raven haired...female. You were happy and smiling." She got rather quiet as she said the next part. "You seemed happy in a way I've never seen you before."

Maura blushed at the memory of Clem. And then she burst into tears and it all came pouring out. How she had met Clem, how they had had a magical weekend, how it was her first time with a woman, and how they had left with no promises of anything beyond what that weekend had afforded them.

"Maura, you mean to tell me you had never been with a woman before this past weekend?"

Maura sniffled and answered, "...no. Why do you ask?"

"I just always assumed you were flexible. All those years in an all girls boarding school, did you never...experiment?"

"No."

"I did. I just assumed all girls did in an all girls boarding school." Constance Isles took a deep breath. "Maura, I still do not understand why this is impossible. You have resources at your disposal, use them. Find her."

Maura considered what her mother had said. "Maybe."

"Do it my girl. Now, I must get off the phone. Kiss, kiss. Love you."

Maura hung up the phone and decided to give up on trying to read, and to just go to sleep.

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Mid morning, the next day

Jane Rizzoli was glad it was her very last day as an undercover drug cop. She had slept very little the night before and as such, had woke up late and hurried out of her apartment without eating or getting her ID or wallet.

Starving, she decided to swing by the Division Cafe and see if she could get Stanley to show her some mercy, which is how she had found herself in her current situation.

"Come on, Stanley. You know I'm good for it."

"I don't know anything about you... Tiffany."

"Really? $2 for a day-old donut and bad coffee? Please. Come on, I'll get you after my shift."

"You think you'll make that much?"

"You know what? I hope big mo tows your Chevy, I hope your crap coffee gives you an ulcer, and you die of psoriasis." Maura, trying to do something nice, gloved up and stepped forward with a $20. "Do you mind? You can get your non-fat latte in a minute, all right?"

"No, it's for you. And given the vitamin d deficiency... likely from your, uh... from your night work... you're better off with some plain yogurt and some leafy greens."

Jane, irritated with Stanley, her life and at the moment this annoying woman, snapped, "I have my lice under control, thank you. But Stanley here has psoriasis."

"Psoriasis is not contagious. It's a genetic disease."

Jane had had just about enough of this tiny woman. "What about rudeness? Is that genetic, too?"

"I was simply trying to be nice."

"Well, not every hooker has a heart of gold. All right, sister?"

"Apparently not, sister."act same moment

Jane Rizzoli had just reached her limit and turned to have it out with this woman, giving her, her full attention. It was at the exact same moment they realized who the other was.

"Clem?"

"Thea?"