Chapter 8

"Charlotte, this is madness!"

"I am a grown woman, mother, I don't need your approval for any of this!"

Helen Carlson glared at her daughter. "Don't think for a moment that you are too old to get a good hiding, young lady!"

Chase burst out laughing. "That's just what I needed!" She tried to calm herself. "God, mother, you crack me up!"

"Stop it!" Helen was beyond furious. "How dare you?"

Chase shook her head. "Get a grip, mother. Seriously, you need to get a grip!"

Helen's jaw was set. "I will not allow this. I simply will not!"

Chase groaned loudly. "Get out, OK? I don't need this. I'm going to do it, no matter what you say. MJ deserves this."

"Its wrong, Charlotte. I didn't approve of what you made MJ. She deserved a good boy to take care of her, not you!" Helen picked up her handbag. "I loved MJ, more than you will ever know, but this is unacceptable!"

Chase watched her mother leave the hotel room, before sighing loudly. "This is a royal fuck-up," she breathed.

*everybody hurts*

"So you're sure it can't be him?" Jane asked again.

Lawrence Zucker nodded. "Yes, Rizzoli, its not Joe Public. Look, I understand your need to catch the guy who did this, but you have to take a break. Even if you just take a day off, clear your head."

Jane sighed. "You're a criminal psychologist, and you're telling me to take a day off? What does that say if I take orders from you?"

Zucker stared at her in his usual creepy way. "Did you ask her or did she ask you? I don't want to go with the stereotype."

"What are you talking about?" Jane played dumb.

"The ring, Detective, suggests that you are to be married. Since I know that you are in a relationship with Dr Maura Isles, it is safe to-"

"Yeah! OK, I get it! I'm not talking to you about it though. And keep it quiet, OK?" Jane took a deep breath. "The men I work with tend to gossip a lot, and now that Frost knows too, its only a matter of time until Korsak gets it out of him, and Korsak will tell Frankie and- Oh no! Frankie will tell Ma!"

Zucker watched with a lopsided grin as Jane sped out of his office. Ilovemyjob.

*everybody hurts*

"Maur, we have to tell Ma. Tonight," Jane paced frantically.

"Did your logic finally kick in?"

Jane laughed. "Yeah, something like that. I just figured, by a strange chain of events, led on by the gossiping men in our lives, Ma will find out."

Maura smiled. "I'm fine with telling her, if you are."

"I love you," Jane said. "But I think I should tell her."

"I love you too, and I realise that you have a valid point," Maura nodded. "No need to burden her with our fight, which I will most likely mention, and she will pry until I either tell the truth, or pass out."

Jane kissed Maura's forehead. "You are truly a catch, you know?"

"I don't see the connection between fishing and-"

Maura was cut off by Jane's phone ringing.

"Rizzoli."

Maura watched Jane, one of her favorite things to do.

"Sure, we'll be there. Thanks for inviting us. Good luck with Helen."

Jane hung up and sighed. "OK, so we're going to the park tomorrow evening."

"Is it a date?"

"No. MJ's memorial. Chase personally invited us."

A/N: i know, its short, but i wanna spend a whole chapter on the talk with Angela and then the memorial. Hope you guys liked it, and thanks for reading! Also i hope the scene changes are clear now

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PS: i will eternally worship the person who can tell me where Lawrence Zucker comes from... Id be so proud!