As Jane and Maura walked into the BPD the following Monday, Korsak and Frost couldn't help but notice that there were several things different about the dynamic duo. One, they both looked worse for wear; Korsak could've sworn he saw the corner of the usually perfectly put-together ME's blouse untucked from her high-waisted skirt. Jane, for the most part, was usually rather dashing in her pantsuits – now the detective looked like she'd taken a tumble somewhere and dragged herself back up.

Oh, and she was carrying a baby carrier on her arm. With a baby tucked safely inside.

Two, the pair were hissing at each other like cats on steroids.

"I told you we should've woken up earlier!" they heard Maura huff, and Korsak and Frost shared a bewildered look when Maura bent down every so often to tuck the corner of the baby's blanket back into the car seat. "You know you take forever in the shower!"

Jane sputtered indignantly, turning to the blonde as she shifted the car seat from one arm to the other, using her free hand to gesture at Maura in an accusingly flail. "Well I wasn't the one who let Bass soak in the tub in the guest bathroom!" she replied, glaring at the woman stubbornly. Her dark mane of curls was tousled and most likely tangled at the bottom, and from where Frost stood, seemed slightly damp still from her shower. "And I am not the one who takes a whole thirty minutes figuring out what to wear for the day and then doll up nice and pretty!"

Maura scoffed. "You've never complained before -."

"Yes I have," the Italian woman countered smugly, and then slapped Maura's hands away defensively when she came to tuck the un-ironed edges of her silk maroon dress shirt back into her slacks. "Get off me, Maura, you'll wake Wy!" She wriggled away from Maura's insistent grasp, holding the carrier seat closer to her protectively as the baby inside gurgled and fussed at the jostling.

"You're doing a fine job of that yourself," Maura retorted, rolling her eyes, and then suddenly it struck both her and Jane at the same time – they were being watched. Slowly they turned simultaneously, facing Korsak and Frost with matching wide-eyed looks as the men tried hard to hide their chortles behind their hands.

Jane's eyes narrowed at them dangerously. "Something funny to you?" she growled, and stood still long enough for Maura to sweep Wyatt out of his carrier just as the baby opened his mouth to let out a whiny cry. "Aw, great," she groused, gesturing to the baby as she glared at the two men. "Now look what you did."

"You're scaring him," Maura told her, rocking Wyatt soothingly in her arms as Jane huffed and puffed and glared at the sputtering men. She cooed at the baby, resting him against her chest as Wyatt whined and gurgled crankily, until he found himself pressed comfortably into his favorite spot – Maura's cleavage.

"There now," the blonde ME cooed again, smiling to herself when the baby settled contentedly against the bare skin of her chest. With her chiffon blouse cut low, the skin exposure was just enough for Wyatt to recognize the sweet scent of Maura's perfume and body cream; the baby gurgled as he fisted her blouse in one hand. "All better."

Korsak finally sobered up, and regarded the disheveled pair seriously. "What happened with the two of you? You look like crap." He gestured to the baby settled comfortably in Maura's arms curiously. "And where'd you get the kid? Did you find him out on the street or something?"

The lanky female detective scowled at him, lowering the empty carrier by her desk. She flexed her arms irritably; the car seat alone was a killer on her arms – Wyatt was a tiny baby but deadweight. "More like on our doorstep," she grumbled, peering over Maura's shoulder at the baby before turning back to the gaping pair. She sighed heavily, her hands slapping against her slacks loudly as she began her long and arduous explanation about Wyatt's presence in their lives.

"Basically," she said, at the end of it all, "Maura and I haven't slept all night and we ran out of coffee this morning." She turned to Maura with a dark glare then. "And someone got rid of my instant stash at her place." And then she smiled tightly at the two men – a smile that told them she was about a minute away from shooting them both where it counted. Just so they couldn't reproduce. "So you'll have to excuse me if I'm not in the best of moods today."

Frost darted a nervous look at Korsak. "Uh…I could…issue a warrant for Lydia…?" he offered, but Jane was already shaking her head at him. Evidently, she had thought of doing the same, whenever the baby was left at their doorstep. "Do you want us to do anything for you guys? Coffee or something?" he asked, taking in the dark bags under both women's eyes. "We don't have a case just yet, y'know. I'm sure if you talked to Cavanaugh, he'd give you the day off."

"He'd give you maternity leave, that's what," Korsak quipped, too busy trying to get a better look at the baby. "What's the little fella's name?" he asked, smiling down at the cute little face peeking out of the swaddling cloth. "Oh, he's definitely got the Rizzoli looks already, look at him!"

Beaming, Maura adjusted Wyatt's swaddling cloth and urged both Frost and Korsak closer, leaning slightly to show them the baby. "His name is Wyatt," she told them warmly, smiling down at Wyatt's adorable face, and then looking up at Jane. The smile stayed in place, and only grew warmer when her eyes met the brunette's. "Wyatt Alexander Rizzoli-Isles."

"We call him Wy for short," Jane chimed in, already grinning lopsidedly at the woman holding the baby and the men fawning over Wyatt. It wasn't like she could stay mad at Maura; Lord, help the woman when that day would come because the world would end first. She strode over to the group and reached down to stroke Wyatt's cheek with a slender finger, chuckling in her chest as the baby boy's tongue stuck out at her finger curiously.

The four were interrupted out of their fawning by the crunching of feet moving purposefully through the bullpen, and Jane stepped back to find Frankie moving towards them; in his hand he carried goods from the café. "Ma said you two were goin' at each other like how she and Pa used to when you got called to the headmaster's office," he told her, smirking as he handed his big sister the large to-go coffee. "She figured you might need these."

"Sweet Heaven on Earth," Jane moaned, caressing the cup in her hand before taking the first deliciously strong sip of her favorite blend. It burned her tongue, just a touch, but Jane was oblivious to anything but the rich aroma of black coffee.

Maura thanked him for them both, and gratefully passed Wyatt to him as she took the last coffee cup and the brown paper bag filled with what she knew to be breakfast from Angela. "Remind me to go down to the café at lunch to thank her." Inside the bag was a container of scrambled egg whites and toast, and bunny pancakes.

Jane groaned when she caught sight of the bunny pancakes. "Again with the bunnies," she whined, and Maura laid a soothing hand on her arm as Jane did a dramatic contortion of her body that the blonde constantly nagged at her about one day misaligning her spine.

"You can have my eggs," Maura told her, but Jane shook her head. There was no way she was taking Maura's eggs, though the offer was sweet, she supposed.

Frankie tapped his sister on her arm, regarding her seriously. "I found Tommy," he told her bluntly, and their dark eyes matched in the intensity of their displeasure at their little brother. Sometimes they wondered why he was like that; but then Angela had confirmed their suspicions about the youngest Rizzoli being dropped as a baby. "I've got him down in lock-up where I can't beat him to death."

"Wonderful," Jane growled. She waved Korsak and Frost away, gesturing for Frankie to pick up Wyatt's carrier. "Help us get him down to the lab, will ya? I've lugged him around all morning and my arms are wrecked." She stretched out her sore arms; the limbs throbbing in memory.

Maura huffed. "I offered to help."

"And I declined," Jane quipped wryly, sharing a look with Frankie as the ME huffed at her again. "Come on, Maura." She placed her hand on the small of Maura's back and guided her towards the elevator. "We need to find out who's Wyatt's Daddy so I can figure out which member of my family to disown."