Wow, you guys are hard on Angela. 0.-

"Jane, we're due at your parents' house in an hour." Maura walked into Jane's bedroom to check on her.

"Hey, whoa, can you knock?" Jane turned around to keep Maura from seeing her shirtless.

"Honestly, Jane, it's not the first time I've seen you without a shirt," Maura strolled through the room and sat down on the bed. "Why are you taking so long? In ordinary circumstances, we would be leaving by now."

"First of all, you saw me shirtless before we started dating. It's a little different now," she pulled the t-shirt in her hand on and turned around. "Second of all," she sighed, "I don't know what to wear."

"Jane Rizzoli is having wardrobe issues?" Maura chuckled. She hopped down and opened Jane's closet. "Well, let's see what we have to work with."

"I suddenly feel violated." Jane sat down on her bed and watched Maura dig through her clothing. "You know, I can dress myself."

"Yes, I can see that," Maura turned around to show Jane a bright, burnt orange undershirt.

"It wasn't one of my better purchases. We all have off days, okay?"

"Well, that settles it."

"What?"

"We're going shopping."

"What? Now? Maura, we have to be at Ma and Pop's in 45 minutes. We don't have time to go shopping, and what's wrong with what I already have?"

"You said it yourself. You don't have anything to wear." Maura closed the doors with a definitive thud.

"No, I said I didn't know what to wear, not that I didn't have anything to wear. I'm wearing something right now. See?" Jane lifted her arms to display the t-shirt she had on.

"I hardly think a Rolling Stones t-shirt is going to go over well with your mother, Jane." Maura tilted her head to the side as she considered what to do. "Why are you having such a difficult time?"

"I don't know." Jane shrugged.

"Jane." The detective flinched. In one simple inflection, she had heard a volley of different thoughts come from Maura. It was a losing battle.

Jane fidgeted for a moment. "Okay, Ma wanted to know if you're coming as my friend or my girlfriend."

"You told her?" Maura's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Yeah." Jane was starting to blush.

"How did she react?" Maura sat down beside Jane, and they turned to face each other.

"Okay, I guess." Jane gave a weak smile. "She said it doesn't get me out of giving her grandchildren."

"That doesn't surprise me." The brunette was clearly confused. "Remember that night I came in and you and your mother were discussing your 'perfect mate'?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"She said, 'Sweetie, you know your father and I love you no matter what.' And, when you asked her what she was talking about, she said, 'I think you're going to have to be a little honest with yourself before you can be happy, sweetie. But, I understand, and I won't pressure you on this one.'" Maura put a reassuring hand on Jane's knee.

"She knew?" The brunette ran a hand through her hair. "All this time… she knew and I… well, how could she… I mean, why didn't she say anything? Why keep trying to set me up with those awful men?"

"Perhaps she was setting you up with undesirable men on purpose?"

"To what end, Maura?"

"I'm not certain. Based on what you've told me and what I've seen of your mother, she seems to be quite good at turning a situation around to be advantageous for her loved ones."

"Did you just call my mother manipulative?"

"Yes, but in a good way."

Jane stood up and paced in front of Maura for a moment. "Okay, so she knew this whole time. I can deal with that. But, that means," she stopped pacing and faced Maura. "We should probably go shopping. Do you have something in mind for me to wear?"

Maura smiled brightly. "Now that you mention it, yes, and it's on the way to your parents' house. It will coordinate very well with what I'm wearing today."

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you and Ma planned this. Did you plan this? Don't lie to me, Maura. You know I can tell if you're lying."

"We didn't plan it. However, it is curiously convenient now that you mention it." Maura stood up and grabbed Jane's hand. "If we leave now, we'll have enough time to stop, buy the outfit, get you changed, and make it there on time." She pulled Jane toward the door.

"Wait… did you say outfit…"