Newspaper Clippings: Meddlesome Mothers
A Rizzoli & Isles drabble by Gigi
A/N: Mama Rizzoli deserves some love.
If Angela Rizzoli was anything, it was determined. Determined to make sure her kids lived happy, full lives. Behind that determination was the biggest dose of stubbornness ever administered to a single human being. After all, her kids had to have gotten their mulish behavior from somewhere, and it certainly wasn't from their father.
As she waved off the customer she just finished serving, her daughter's wild mane of hair came into view, framing that permanently disgruntled face of hers. She made a beeline for the coffee, so naturally Angela followed her. "Good morning, sweetie," she greeted. "Can I make you some pancakes?"
"Not today, Ma." Jane's shoulders slumped while she was waiting for the coffee to dispense into her cup. "I'm not really hungry."
"Jane, you need to eat something, with all that running around you do all day," Angela urged.
"I'll eat something later."
And so the questioning began. "Why is it that both you and Dr. Isles have suddenly lost your appetites?"
Jane's head whipped around to look at her mother. "Maura's not eating?"
"She's eating just about as much as you are lately." Angela made sure to soak each and every word with disapproval. Her daughter put herself in too much danger every day already; going into messy situations on an empty stomach was even more dangerous. And Mama Rizzoli was not happy thinking about that.
Concern laced the detective's brow, but she forced a shrug. "You're going to have to ask her, Ma," she sighed, "because I sure as hell don't know why. She's barely even looked at me in two weeks." Taking a long sip of her coffee, she pointed behind her. "I gotta go, sorry. I'll let you make me pancakes later, okay?" She didn't even give Angela any time to respond before she was in the lobby waiting for the elevator.
Angela watched her get into the elevator cabin, and that spark of dangerous determination glinted in her eyes. Whatever was going on between those two was hurting them both. And she couldn't have her baby girl hurting, and certainly not Maura either, after all the kindness the doctor had shown her.
Two weeks was long enough to try to let those girls sort this out for themselves. Now it was Angela's turn.
Time to meddle.
A/N: I wanted to write something with the mattress and the lovely tank tops they keep putting Jane in, but I also adore Angela and this one went better with the "storyline" of this drabble series. Please review!