AN: Hi guys! Wow, it has been crazy busy for me! Sorry I left you all suspense for so long. Unfortunately, it took me a while to actually write the chapter and even longer to type it up. There are personal reasons for why I have been so busy, and I really don't feel like mentioning them right now. Honestly, it has become very difficult for me to find time to write this story. But, I don't want to abandon it! I still have some ideas floating around in my head. So, it may just take a while until the next update. Please don't be mad or upset with me. I already feel guilty for making you wait this long. And with that little speech out of the way, I present: Chapter 13. Reviews make me happy! Enjoy!

Chapter Thirteen

Jane stared, puzzled by the appearance of her mother at her door. Jane stood there for several minutes, eyes wide and mouth open.

"What the fuck do you want?!" Jane spat out when she came out of shock.

"Hi, Jane." Angela responded timidly.

"What the fuck are you doing here?! How the fuck did you get my address?!"

Angela looked away, not meeting Jane's eyes.

"Of course! I'm going to fucking murder Frankie!" Jane threw her hands up in rage.

"Don't blame Frankie. I forced him to give it to me. I wanted to talk to you."

"Why?! Did you forget to call me a dyke abomination when you spoke to me last time?! And when was that, again?! Oh, yeah, OVER SIX YEARS AGO! Are you here to rub salt in my wounds?! Because you fucking chose HIM! You said it would be fine and the second he didn't agree, that's it! You disowned me! You're not my mother anymore! So, I don't have to listen to a fucking word you say! And I'm not going to listen to you! I don't owe you anything! Now get the fuck away from me!"

Jane went to slam the door in Angela's face, but she stopped when Angela looked up and met her eyes.

"Jane…" Angela croaked out, tears brimming in her eyes. "Please. I know you don't owe me anything, but just listen to me for a minute. Please."

Jane crossed her arms over her chest. "Talk."

"I'm so sorry that we haven't spoken. I'm sorry I never apologized. I'm sorry for how your father-" she faltered at Jane's glare. "I mean, how Frank reacted. But I never lied to you. I am okay with it. You being gay doesn't change the fact that you're my daughter and I love you. I didn't disown you. You are my daughter, and you will always be my daughter. NOTHING could change that. I'm sorry that I chose him. You are what's important. I'm sorry I was too blinded to see that."

Jane sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "Why now?"

"Because we're getting a divorce."

Jane's eyes went wide. "What?! Why?!"

"He said that I wasn't enough anymore. He said we weren't soulmates, and that he wanted more. He wanted to find his soulmate. So, we're getting a divorce. The man who forced you out of our house for being gay is committing a sin by getting divorced. That man always was a hypocrite." Angela shook her head.

Jane recrossed her arms. "So, what? You want my pity or something?"

"No! No, not at all! I just want to rebuild our relationship. I know after everything that's happened it won't be easy, but I really want to try. Please."

"Look, it won't be that easy. I'm still hurt, after he kicked me out and then you never tried to come after me or get in contact with me. I'm gong to need time, but I'm willing to try. Especially because I know how hard this all must be on Frankie."

Angela nodded. "Thank you." Tears pooled in her eyes again. "May I hug you?"

And with that question, Jane resolve crumbled and she wrapped her arms tightly around Angela.

"Oh, Jane," Angela sobbed. "I've missed you so much."

Jane sniffled, her own tears beginning to fall. "I've missed you, too."

That night, Jane barely slept. She tossed and turned all night thinking about her mother, and the divorce, and Maura. Jane felt completely out of control, and she hated feeling out of control. Eventually, her alarm went off and she groaned, pulling the blanket over her head. She couldn't go into work today; she'd hardly slept and her focus just wasn't there. She picked up her cell phone and dialed her lieutenant.

"Morning Lieutenant Cavanaugh." she spoke into the phone.

"Detective Rizzoli. What can I do for you this morning?"

"well, sir, I'm not feeling well today. I feel very sick, actually, and I don't think I can come into work."

"Jane? Are you okay?" he asked, sounding concerned.

"Of course, sir. I just didn't get any sleep last night and I really can't focus right now and I don't trust myself to be out in the field right now."

"Alright, Jane. But only because you never take sick or personal days. You're off tomorrow, so I will see you on Monday. Feel better."

"Will do, sir." she hung up the phone and buried herself underneath the covers.

She'd been trying to sleep for two hours when a knock jolted her upright. She really didn't feel like seeing anyone right now, but she pulled herself out of bed. She pulled the front door open, not even caring about how horrible she must've looked.

"Korsak?" she asked, confused as to why her partner was at her door.

"Hey, Jane. Are you okay?" his concern was evident in his eyes. For such a gruff-looking detective, he really was a warm and kindhearted person who truly cared for other living things. Although he constantly claimed he was far too young to be Jane's father, he somehow became a parental figure for her, and he cared about her as if she was his daughter.

"Vince, I'm fine. I'm just not feeling well. I thought Cavanaugh would have told you that."

"He did tell me. But the Jane I know doesn't take sick days unless she's forced to. You wanna tell me what's going on?"
"Shouldn't you be working a case?"

Korsak shook his head. "We don't have an active case. One call came in this morning, but Crowe and Mitchell took it. I have no where to be but here."

"I guess you should come in then." she told him, gesturing into her apartment.

He walked past her and settled onto her couch.

"Can I get you something to drink?"
"You can sit down and tell me what's going on."

"Vince…" Jane trailed off.

"Jane, I'm your partner. I care about you. You're like a daughter to me. Please talk to me."

Jane sighed and sat down next to him, angling her body to face him.

"There's just a lot on my mind right now, Vince. I didn't get much sleep last night."

"Jane, c'mon, please tell me what's going on."

Jane sighed and rubbed at her temples. "Vince, it's personal, okay?"

"Well, why don't we share anything personal? We're partners, Jane. We're supposed to have each other's backs." he urged.

"I'm gay!" she blurted out before she could stop herself.

"Huh. That's what this is all about? Did you just figure this out?"

"God no! I've known since I was fourteen. But that, indirectly, is the cause of my problems."

"What do you mean?"

Jane sighed. "I struggled with being gay a lot during my teen years. Growing up in an Italian Catholic household isn't the best environment for a young girl who figures out that she's a lesbian. I worried about my parents finding out, how my siblings would react, and basically if I'd ever be able to be open with my family about who I really was. I suffered in silence for years as my mother complained that I wasn't girly enough and that I never dated. I lost multiple great relationships because I couldn't come out to my family. When I came out to Frankie, he was great and accepting. Hell, even my mother was supportive. Or, she was, until my" Jane paused, and spat out the word "father", she shook her head, "kicked me out. He called me a sinner and an abomination and told me to never come back to the house. I was twenty-two at the time so I had my own place, but it still hurt." Jane wiped at her eyes before the tears that had gathered could make their way down her face.

"Oh, Jane." he took her hand in his own. "You are a beautiful, brave, intelligent, and accomplished woman. Your sexuality or family background can't change that."

"Well, now my parents are getting divorced. And my ma wants us to have a relationship again. I don't know what to do. I want her in my life, but I still feel betrayed."

"It ain't going to be easy, kid. But you'll get through it. You're Jane freaking Rizzoli! You can do anything you set your mind to."

Jane laughed. "Thanks, Vince."

"So, why aren't you talking to the doc about all of this?"

Jane sighed. "You mean Maura?"

Korsak gave her a pointed look.

Jane sighed again and began rolling up her sleeve, revealing Maura's name on her arm.

"Holy crap. You gonna tell her?"

Jane shook her head.

"Why the hell not? She's your soulmate."

"It can't be her, Vince. It just can't be."

"Why? Is she straight?" Korsak asked, half-jokingly.

"No." Jane answered honestly.

"What?"

Jane smirked. "Yeah, I know. My thoughts exactly."

"So, then why not?"

"Because, Vince, she doesn't have a name. She'll never know if I'm who she wants. So, I'm praying that there is another Maura out there who's my actual soulmate." Jane put her head in her hands.

"Are you insane?"

Jane jerked her head up. "What the hell do you mean?"

"Jane, Maura clearly likes you in a more than friends way. And I know you really like her. She's your soulmate, Jane. I see it every time you guys look at each other."

"Really?"

Korsak nodded. "Yes. Now, you have to tell her."

Jane sighed. "You're right. I'm seeing her tonight, so I'll tell her then."

"Good. Now, I have to get back to work and you have to think of what you're going to say to Maura. I'll see you on Monday." he got up to leave. He made his way to the door and pulled it open.

"And, Jane? Good luck. It'll all be alright." And then he was gone.