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Season 3 – Episode 12 – "Love the Way you Lie"

"I don't think anybody ordered a red wine." Maura mused to the bartender. She was the only one who preferred wine to beer, but she had learned long ago the wine at the Dirty Robber was not great.

Jane cleared her throat before admitting. "Actually, I did."

"What?" were the incredulous reaction around her.

"Well, it's like Maura's always saying ... the resveratrol in red wine is excellent for cardiac health." Jane proudly stated.

"You actually listen to me?" Maura asked, in complete disbelief. Not only because of Jane's action, but for the fact Jane actually remembered the correct name of the element in red wine and pronounced it correctly.

"Most of the time, yeah." Jane admitted, sheepishly.

"Well, this deserves a toast. Salud!" Maura smiled softly, knowing the underlying meaning of the admission.

"Salud!" they all responded, clinking glasses.

They drank in relaxed companionship. Frost retired quietly, it had been an intense last few days with not one, but two cases burning in his mind. He pulled Maura aside to thank her for her help – if it was not for her sharp eye, and for her ability to interpret the micro-expressions on the video and on the witness interview, he might not have pursued his line of investigation. And Korsak had enough of reading and working the case, especially given the heavy subject of the book.

Maura and Jane continued there, enjoying each other's company for a bit longer.

"Frankie told me Cavannagh dumped my mother." Jane confessed.

"Oh…" Maura pouted, sadly. "How does he know?"

"Apparently, he was in the café when Cavannagh stopped by to break things up with her." Jane explained, in a conspiracy tone.

"Do you think he was ashamed that you and I knew? Or concerned about the repercussions?"

"I have no idea. I know I was very embarrassed by seeing him out of his pants. God, I hope he was very embarrassed knowing both of us saw him out of his pants AND knowing why he was out of his pants."

Maura laughed.

"And it was not a dream and you were not having a nightmare."

"Well, it sure felt like one. I honestly wanted to slap you when you suggested his vasovagal episode could have been caused by sexual arousal and the sudden rush of blood from his brain to his genitals. I wish I could have taped that moment. I wish I was not feeling as embarrassed as I was to be able to look at his face – and my mom's – at the same time." Jane rolled her eyes.

"Your mom denied they were making love, and admitted that they were 'just' making out." Maura chuckled, to Jane's chagrin.

"Making out is something teenagers do, came on, Maura. And the worst part was that my mom would not take my confrontation. She can be nosy about my life. But I can't be nosy about hers." Jane was teaming with righteous indignation.

"Well, Angela is a beautiful woman, full of vitality, who is now divorced, and who has every right to live her life. And Cavannagh is a decent honest hard-working man."

"Yeah, if I can get over the fact that Angela is my mother and Cavannagh is my lieutenant."

"You shouldn't worry… Didn't you just mention Frankie told you Cavannagh broke up with your mother? But still, I think it is a waste… At least you know he is a good guy, and not a criminal or a serial killer." Maura mused, turning serious.

Jane just tilted her head, knowing Maura was thinking about her own mistakes in her choice of men, most recently Dennis serial-killer Rockmond.

"Is that what your cry for help earlier was all about?"

"What do you mean?"

"When you told me that the occupation with the highest suicide rate is physicians."

"It was a cry for you to help meditating with me and improving the quality of my life."

"I am serious, Maura."

"And I am serious too, Jane. I really, truly enjoy doing things in your company. It greatly improves the quality of my life."

"Even when I tease and mock you?"

"Well, I have to admit that you make it kind of entertaining. And you play it in a way that does not make me feel offended, just sometimes annoyed – or plainly confused."

Jane chuckled.

"I am definitely going for the annoyed or confused, preferably the confused. It is the cutest. But you can rest assured, no matter what, I am never going for the offended. If I ever go there, please stop me or let me know."

Maura nodded, tilting her head.

"You know, I am really surprised you paid attention to me."

"Of course I do, Maura."

"You even mentioned the correct name of the compound in wine that is good for cardiac healthy. And you pronounced it correctly."

"Ding. Ding. Ding. Point for Rizzoli."

"I am serious Jane. Not long ago you asked me if when you talked, I heard 'blah, blah, blah, Maura, blah, blah, blah', implying the blah blah blah was all you heard from when I talked to you."

Jane chuckled, almost spitting her wine.

"I hate your memory sometimes… most of the times… always…" Jane teased.

"I don't say that often, but I am confused." Maura admitted.

Jane laughed.

"Let me spell it out to you. Yes, I bitch about your google mouth. Yes, you spilling random facts drive me crazy. Yes, your inability to call a brownish stain blood or a suspicious death murder without an autopsy or further analysis makes me want to strangle you with my bare hands. But… I do listen to you. And I learn a great deal from listening to you. Not that I understand everything you say, I would not go as far as to claim that. But I learn a lot from what I can understand. And I learned that what I can't understand still most of the times proves to be the key to solving our cases. I couldn't do my job as well as I do without your help, Maura. And I couldn't live my life as well as I do without your friendship."

"I think we should drink to that."

They clinked glasses, Maura with a surprising beer stein, and Jane with the unusual wine glass.