In summary: Theresa told Angela that Jane and Maura are a couple, and Angela believed her (let's face it, the clues are there). Angela began to tell other people, which embarrassed Jane, but Maura pointed out that it would be more pleasant to for the two of them to kiss and prove Angela right than to go through the process of explaining that she has got it all wrong. Also, there was a murder (but if you're in it for the murder, probably best to stop reading now).
"Maura. Stop." Jane put her hands on the doctor's shoulders and pushed her away. Maura, who had had her eyes closed, opened them and looked at the brunette. She kept her hands on either side of Jane's face and didn't let go or pull away. She held Jane's face tipped towards her and looked into her eyes,
"Did you not enjoy that?"
"That's hardly the point, Maura."
"So you don't think kissing me is going to successfully convince your mother you're gay?"
"No. I mean... I mean, Maura. This is pointless; I don't want Ma to think I'm gay."
"So, you're going to tell her that she's wrong, and that you're straight?"
Jane removed Maura's hands and moved into the kitchen to find herself another beer. "Is there a Plan B?"
"You mean some other way to tell your mother you're gay? I thought the beauty of this plan was that you wouldn't be required to articulate anything."
With the fridge door open and her back to her friend Jane asked, "What about you, Maur? Did you enjoy it?"
Instead of answering Maura asked Jane to bring her the bottle of wine that was on the counter. "Think about it," she said when Jane returned and was once more sitting beside her, "If your mother thinks you're gay, not only will you not have to have an awkward conversation with her about how she's wrong, she might stop hassling you for grandkids."
"I seriously doubt it. Remember her behaviour at the yard sale? Or the bunny pancakes the other day? My mother watches that right wing news guy – she's perfectly aware that gay marriage is legal in Massachusetts. And anyway, if you're part of this crazy, wacky plan that somehow is getting bigger and bigger by the minute, you'll never get a boyfriend or kids either, Maur."
"So you're going to tell your mother the truth, then?"
"Tell me what?" demanded Angela, coming in in her pyjamas, with toothbrush in hand.
Jane and Maura turned to look at her, Jane with a guilty look on her face, "Ma! What one earth are you doing?"
"I assumed you'd be asleep. I came to see if Maura had spare toothpaste. Now I've heard you talking about me and wondered if you had something to say to me? Something a mother might really like to hear from her child herself? You're my only daughter. I thought that we were close, and yet you've gone and kept something this big from me for how long?"
"How long? I, I don't know. I mean, what, Ma? I don't think you understand, Maura and I – "
"Jane I have eyes. I know what I see. We really need to talk."
"For godsakes, Ma, not now, not here. It's the middle of the night. Get out!"
"Janie..."
"No, Ma! Get out. Get out!" Jane stood up and began ushering her mother back out towards the guest house, while Maura disappeared down the hallway only to reappear a minute later with a small white tube which she pressed into Angela's hands causing her to almost get pushed out the door with her in Jane's fury.
"Great," said Jane sinking back down onto sofa once she'd got her mother outside, Maura inside, and the door shut, "Now Ma thinks I'm gay, and that I'm some awful child keeping secrets from her."
Jane insisted on sleeping in the spare room. She'd never done that before. Maura stood to one side one while a seemingly harried Jane removed sheets from cupboards and took the pillows she liked from Maura's bed, and made up a place for herself at the other end of the hall.
In the morning Jane was still in a grey mood. She busied herself around the kitchen, spilling coffee and cereal and banging her knee against Maura's ridiculously shaped door knobs while muttering about how, "everyone knows now. My mother can't keep anything quiet. By the time I get to BPD there won't be a person there who isn't up on Ma's gossip, I..."
"Jane. You may want to see this." Maura was in the doorway, ready to leave and Jane hurried over. Out in the street, out the front of the guest house, was Angela, with Theresa and Lilly.
"Thank you so, so much, Mrs Rizzoli. It's some sort of miracle that you have today off, just when I needed a sitter so badly," Theresa was saying.
Maura looked pointedly at the scene in her front yard, and then at Jane.
"I'm ignoring it. I'm ignoring. I'm ignoring it," said Jane, reaching for her coat and walking out the door with her fingers in her ears.
A case involving a dead child was not something to return a smile to Jane Rizzoli's face.
Korsak was handing out tasks and after sending Frost out to reinterview key witnesses to the details of the dead child's tumultuous family life, he left the two Rizzolis alone for second reading of the statements that had seemed inconsequential on first reading.
"Korsak, come on, how is that fair?" Jane waved one hand towards her Sergeant and the other towards the door where Frost had just disappeared.
"Jane, you know if Frankie's going to be any good he has to learn from the best."
Jane harrumphed for bit longer, but eventually settled down with a coffee and pile of files.
"You okay?" she asked her brother after twenty minutes of silence.
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"You heard any good gossip lately?"
"You trying to get me to talk about Theresa and Lilly, Jane?"
"No. Not at all."
"Good."
She turned towards him, "If you' re going to the vending machine, can you get me some of those little green chewy things?"
"I'm sure that this is no way to treat either a colleague or a brother." Jane shrugged. He went to get the candy anyway.
When Frankie returned Jane was up from her desk and was over with Korsak.
"Why won't you let me go out with Frost, Sergeant?"
"You know perfectly well why, Jane. You have trouble controlling your temper in dead kid cases, and Frost is spending the morning with people who knew the family intimately."
"You mean you think I'm no good around kids? What have people been telling you?"
"Hey, Jane." Jane wasnow leaning forward menacingly and Korsak stood up and reached over his desk to put his hand on her shoulder. "See, you're upset over this case. I get it. And I know that the idea of children is a touchy one in your family at the moment."
Jane finally loosened her stance and sat down on the nearest chair. "So you have been talking to mother, haven't you?"
"Well your mother is very fine woman, Jane and I – "
"No! Sergeant, stop! Please, please, just remember if you're talking to my mother about our family not to take everything she says seriously."
"Bad news I'm afraid. Actually, I don't know; maybe it's good news." Maura handed Jane an envelope. Jane took it and looked across the autopsy table at the doctor as she opened it.
"The paternity tests," said Maura as Jane read the document in her hand. "Frankie isn't Lilly's biological father."
"Well who is?"
"How do you think that these tests work, Jane?"
"Sorry. Anyway, now what? If we tell Ma she'll be heartbroken that she's losing her 'first grandchild', but if don't then we have Theresa with us forever, not to mention Frankie going around thinking he's the biggest stud one earth for getting it on with Theresa O'Brien. Urgh."
"If your mother's going to be on the hunt for a grandchild again, then all the more reason to keep up the rouse from last night,"
"No, Maura."
"Sorry. I know. I just thought..."
"Maura!"
"Then you're going to have to come clean, Jane."
"Ma, I have to talk to you about something."
Jane stood in the doorway of the guest house, with Maura at her side. She spoke softly, "Can you come up to the house?"
Angela nodded at the two younger women. "I'll just get Lilly set up with a snack and I'll be right over."
Once they were all seated in Maura's living room, with a drink poured by Jane. And then some cookies she jumped up to get from the kitchen, Jane finally spoke,
"I don't want to upset you, Ma, but I don't want to be lying to you either. And I think that you've got the wrong end of the stick over something kind of important. I... I..."
"I think what Jane is trying to say Angela, is that – "
" - Frankie isn't Lilly's father!" Jane dramatically pulled the test results from her pocket and thrust them in her mother's face.
"Jane!" said Angela and Maura in unison.
"Don't blame me," was Jane's reply. "I'm not the one going about getting all caught up in fraud. I said from the beginning that I didn't want her around."
"Jane, how could you say that?" Angela had apparently finished looking at the result and was looking back at her daughter, "Theresa is family, whatever some piece of paper does or doesn't tell me."
"No, she's not Ma. Read the test results properly."
"I think, Angela, that what Jane is trying to say – "
At that moment Theresa herself appeared at the door.
While Angela smiled at her warmly, Maura gestured for her to leave, "It's not a good time, Theresa; Jane and Angela are having a 'talk'."
"No, Theresa," corrected Jane in a haughty voice, which slowly faded during the rest of speech, "My mother and my best friend are having a talk about me, which is completely different thing. I don't think they know how much, how, how...terrified I've been of this..." And she burst into tears.