"Ma, sorry we're late." Jane stepped into the kitchen. "We had to make a pit stop. We brought you flowers." She held them in front of her and gave her best 'I'm sorry' smile.

Angela turned around to grab the flowers only to stop in her tracks. "Jane, you look great! Is that a new outfit?"

"We bought it today. Don't you think she looks stunning in it?" Maura grinned. "I told her maroon was a good color for her."

"You're right it is, and I see it's also a good color on you, Dr. Isles." Angela took the flowers and began placing them in a vase.

"Ma, you should call her Maura." Jane ran a hand across the back of her neck. She closed her eyes and pulled her mouth tight for a moment. "Girlfriend."

"Good." Angela smiled at the blonde. "I'm glad to see Jane is finally coming to her senses."

"Thank you, Mrs. Rizzoli." Maura smiled at Jane and leaned in to give her a playful shove.

"Call me Angela! In fact," she walked over to the doctor and placed her hands on the other woman's shoulders. "You can call me 'Ma' if you want."

Maura's eyes went wide for a moment. Jane chuckled. "That's very kind of you Mrs... Angela. Please do call me Maura." She glanced over to Jane seeking help.

"Ma, what are you cooking?"

"I thought I'd try something different. I've been watching that cooking tv channel, and I thought I'd give one of their recipes a try." She walked over to the oven and opened the door. "It's Texas Briquette." She pulled out the the oven shelf and opened the roasting pan. "Ah? What do you think? Smells good, doesn't it?"

"Wow, Ma, that's," Jane's eyes widened, "A big piece of meat."

"Here I was thinking you were dating Maura now," Frankie walked in, taking a wide route around his sister. "Smells good, Ma." He kissed Angela on the cheek.

"Hey, be nice to your sister." Angela gave her son a gentle push before closing the oven again.

"Wait a minute, how... how does Frankie know?" Jane threw her hands up. "Ma, you promised!"

"I didn't say anything! Jane, sweetie, I promise I didn't." Her mother looked over to her son.

"Janie, please, you two are color coordinated." Frankie rolled his eyes and stole a piece of garlic bread.

"Color... how do you even know what that means?" She growled and crossed her arms. Maura smirked.

"Janie, you're my sister. Come on, you don't think I don't know what's going on with you?" He dodged out of his mother's reach and popped a piece of bread in his mouth. "Besides, what kind of cop would I be if I couldn't figure out who my big sister was dating?"

Maura tried to cover a chuckle. "Angela, is there anything I can do to help?"

"Aren't you a dear?" Angela handed her a cutting board. "Maybe you could help with the salad?"

"Ma..." Jane reached for the cutting board.

Maura intercepted. "I'd be happy to." She took the board and stepped over to a clean space on the cabinet to put the salad together.

"Jane, she's practically family. I don't know why you're acting like this anyway." Angela batted at her daughter's hand. "She offered, and you said it yourself. She's here as your girlfriend, not you just your friend. That means family and not just guest, and you know that family helps in the kitchen."

"Finally," Frankie grabbed the plates to set the table.

"Hey, shut up Frankie!"

"Jane, be nice to your brother." Angela scowled at her children.

Maura continued to calmly work on putting the salad together. "Jane, would you please hand me the dressing?"

"What?" Jane's exasperation was clearly high.

"The salad dressing?" Maura smiled gently at the brunette.

"Oh, yeah, sure," Jane walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed the bottle.

"Well, that's a first." Frankie smirked as he filled glasses with ice.

"Be nice," Angela's warning came from the living room where she was checking how long they had until the game started.

"What are you talking about, Frankie?" Jane pulled the silverware out.

He shrugged. "It's just that, you know, normally you'd blow your top by now. One question from Maura, and you're all... I don't know," he shrugged again.

"Civil, collected, temperate," Maura handed the salad bowl over to Jane. "Calm?"

"Yeah... yeah, something like that," Frankie shot Jane a 'what the heck' look? Jane shrugged and headed to the table with the salad bowl and silverware.

"So, how long have you two been dating?" Frank handed Jane a beer and sat down next to her on the sofa to get ready for the game.

"Thanks," she took a drink as she considered what to say. "Officially?"

"Is there any other kind?" He snorted as he settled down into his chair. "You and Frankie never could give me and your mother a straight answer."

"Where is Frankie anyway?" She glanced around.

"He had to take off; something about a call." Frank leaned back to glance into the kitchen. "Your mother and Maura seem to be getting along pretty good."

"Yeah, they always have," she leaned forward and rested her elbows on her knees.

"Jane?"

She shook her head. "I don't know, Pop," she stared at the bottle in her hands. "I mean, I guess officially we've been dating for about a month now."

"But?"

"But," she leaned back against the sofa. "You know we've always spent a lot of time together doing stuff."

"Yeah, but it's not the same, is it?" He leaned forward and placed a hand on his daughter's knee. "Are you happy, Janie?"

She sat there for a moment and considered. "Yeah... yeah, I am. Maura, she gets me, you know? We," she made a vague motion with her hand, "we get each other. I don't really know how to explain it, Pop. I just know that I don't want to mess this up, and that has to mean something, right?"

He gave her knee a pat before settling back down in his chair. "Yeah, it does." He nodded to himself. "I still feel that way about your mother."

"You do?" Jane gave him a weak smile.

"Sure. Of course, you know your mother. She wouldn't let me mess it up even if I tried." They both chuckled, and then Frank's face fell into a serious look as he pinned his daughter with his eyes. "Maura won't let you either, Janie."

She cleared her throat. "You think so?"

"She's here isn't she? She got you to dress like that, didn't she?"

Jane nodded. "Yeah," she stood up. "Pop, I think I'm going to grab Maura and take off. You okay with watching the game by yourself?"

"Yeah, go spend some quality time with your girl." He smiled. She bent over and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Maura, thanks for the help. I wish Jane was as thorough as you with the cleaning," Angela placed the final dish back in it's spot in the cabinet.

"My pleasure, Angela." Maura turned to see the brunette enter. "Jane! Isn't the game about to start?"

"Yeah, but I thought maybe we'd go watch it at my place." She tossed the bottle in the trash. "Are you ready to go?"

"Of course," Maura turned to Angela, "Thank you for dinner. It was lovely."

Angela beamed a smile from her daughter to the blonde in front of her. "Anytime, sweetie. You know you're always welcomed." She gave Maura a hug and reached for Jane.

"She's a keeper, sweetie," she whispered as she hugged her daughter. "You know, you're not going to mess this up." She pulled away and wiped a few stray hairs from Jane's face. "You've been working on it for too long already."

"How is it you always know what Pop and I talk about?"

"Maybe because I'm your mother? Or, maybe because I have good hearing," she smirked at her daughter. "But, I'm not telling you which. Now, go spend some time with Maura. I know you two probably don't get a lot with all the working you do all the time."

"Thanks, Ma. Love you, see you later." Jane ran her arm through Maura's and started for the door.

"Love you, too, sweetie. Call me!" Angela yelled as the door closed.