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A/N: I took a long time out of writing fanfic because of writing for other things (eeeek) but after a couple of you were so kind to PM me, I'm going to test the waters with a new chapter. If you like it, let me know.
FLIGHTLESS ANGEL.
Chapter 2: The Brush Off.
Jane pushed her way through Maura's front door, managing to keep the M.E in her arms with a cheeky drop of her left elbow to open the door.
"We have arrived, your Ladyship", Jane bellowed in a faux British accent, gently letting Maura stand before bowing in a ridiculous manner, with her left foot out and her right hand making circular wave motions before landing over her heart.
"That will be all, thank-you Jeeves," Maura practically sang as she flounced into the kitchen on her tip-toes, not missing a beat in their little play-act.
"ANGELA!" she shrieked, her hands fanning air over her rapidly blushing face. "We were ummm . . ."
"She knows we were messing about, chill Doctor Death!" Jane laughed, going over to kiss her Mother. "You're back quick?"
Anglea enveloped the eldest Rizzoli in a bear hug.
"I came to get some clothes, I think I'm going to stay in the hospital with my baby-boy," she smiled sadly. "I've got this 'over-night stay' down to a fine art with you and Frankie over the years".
"Ah, come on Ma," Jane looked down at her Mother. "He's going to be just fine. I'm sure he can do just great by himself this evening, and you know how he hates fuss."
Angela looked to Maura for support.
"I have to agree with Jane. Studies have shown that particularly in young men, the presence of the Mother can exacerbate stress levels, and lead to a raised testosterone level from the bravado." One look from Jane caused her to pinch her nose and take a more tactile route.
"What I mean to say, of course; is that I am sure he would appreciate a visit from you, from both of you; but that I am quite certain he is in a stable enough condition to be released in the coming days. He'll be just fine with the Medical Team, Angela."
"Okay honey, if that's what you think is best, that's what I'll do," Angela stepped in for a hug from her second daughter. "Now," releasing Maura and turning to the fridge, "what would my girls like for dinner?"
"Oh I'm good, I should be getting home," Jane looked sadly at Maura. "Joe Friday is alone, and I'm exhausted. Couple of beers and I'm gunna be out like a light. I'll see you tomorrow Ma," she gave Angela a warm kiss on the cheek, "And I will see you soon," as she reached in for a hug, Maura reached up for a kiss, blind-siding and angering the stranger now stood before her, with questioning eyes and an angry scowl, her eyes darting over to Angela; who incidentally was head-first in the fridge.
Jane coolly extracted herself from the hug, stepping back and staring down Maura like a perp.
Maura watched the retreating form, the image of Jane, but not the woman who had carried her in her arms only five minutes previously.