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August

Chapter three: All The Things We Didn't Tell You

It had become a tradition of some sort; one of these ridiculous couple rituals nobody could really understand for not being part of this singular bubble that formed a love story.

Her Rayban's on – her hair up in a bun – and a glass of Margarita in hand, Jane closed her eyes and started a couple of dance moves to set the tempo.

She knew it by heart. It wasn't their song – they did not have one, as a matter of fact – but this one still belonged to their life. A bit shamefully. It wasn't something that she felt like sharing.

People would make fun of them if they got to know about it.

And one, two, three.

"Reggae night... We come together when the feeling's right... Reggae night... And we'll be jammin' till the morning light... Oh oh oh reggae night... Oh oh oh... Reggae night..."

Her voice rose in the air at the same time as Maura's.

None of them really could carry a tune but it was okay; they didn't mind. They always sang along when they heard this song on the radio. It put a bright smile on their faces and had become the perfect symbol to a sweet parenthesis in a life that wasn't always easy.

"Oh oh..." She opened her eyes back and froze. "Oh." End of karaoke time. Her third and last exclamation hadn't been said in a desire to follow the lyrics at all. It had only highighted her surprise.

"Keep on rockin'... Oh..."

Jane cleared her voice and sat up in the swimming-pool, suddenly embarrassed for her wife because if she had noticed Margot's presence in the patio, Maura hadn't and was still singing along. Her eyes closed. A large straw hat on her head – Chanel sunglasses on – while sipping on her very own Margarita.

"Maura!"

The scientist finally turned quiet. She opened her eyes and followed the direction Jane motioned with her head.

The reggae beats kept on filling the air – piercing through the old transistor radio on the floor - not really matching Jane and Maura's sudden discomfort.

Margot was standing in the middle of the patio and looked extremely amused to have walked in on her hosts while they were singing old tunes at the top of their lungs. She didn't burst out laughing though – she was too polite to do so – but the smirk that played on her lips was enough to make Jane feel like dying at the scene.

"I didn't know that you had..." Margot looked down and held back a giggle. "A My Little Pony pool. It's very... Very pink."

"They were running out of adult themed swimming-pools when we bought it, okay?" Jane was on the defensive but she had all the reasons in the world to be. Or so.

She wasn't particularly fond of their swimming-pool but it did its job and they now had a cool spot they could enjoy in the patio when the temperatures of the city reached the ones of a microwave.

Adult themed swimming-pool? That sounds awfully kinky, Rizzoli.

She adjusted her black bikini only to hide better her nervousness and took a long sip of her cocktail. Something told her that she would need it.

"Would you like to join us? It is a small swimming-pool but three people can nonetheless fit."

Margot politely declined Maura's offer. She was coming back from the beach and had had her dose of water and sun for the day. She raised her index finger to interrupt Maura.

"I have a question though..."

Jane and Maura nodded in silence then waited for Margot to speak again. None of them had moved nor tried to get out of the small pool. They were still coping with the slight humiliation over Reggae Night.

"Do you really..." Margot began to sing. "Come together when the feeling's right?" She winked and started giggling.

The question made Maura frown.

"Come to what?"

"Oh boy." Jane buried her face in her hands as Margot burst out laughing before Maura's question; humming along the tune.

Of course if there was someone who would miss the innuendo, it had to be Maura. Of course. She always chose her moments to be literal and misinterpret people's reaction.

"Oh...C'mon, Jane! She didn't walk in on us in a compromising position." Maura rolled her eyes as she assumed that her partner still felt embarrassed by the whole situation. "We aren't newly weds anymore. It has been two years, now."

Maura grabbed Jane's hand and gently squeezed it before locking her eyes with her wife's dark ones. Two years already. Time surely flew by.

The best two years of your life, Isles.

"Two years...?"

Margot's voice rose in Maura's back – full of uncertainty – and made her freeze. She swallowed hard and looked down at her Margarita. Hmm. She should have known better than to drink in the sun. It always made her a bit too talkative, not alert enough.

Well done, Isles. Really... Congrats.

It took her a lot to break eye-contact with Jane and dare to turn around to face Margot again. As a matter of fact, if Jane hadn't turned livid and hadn't started looking like a zombie then Maura would have not even tried to shift her position.

Not that she was trying to blame anyone. She was the only one responsible of what had just happened. Jimmy Cliff's cheerful song seemed completely inappropriate now, incongruous. But the radio kept on playing the tune as if nothing had happened.

"I guess..." She bit her lower lip and hesitated for a few seconds. She had no idea what to say. She was sitting in a My Little Pony swimming-pool – wearing nothing but a bikini – while sipping on one very strong cocktail. "I guess we need to talk, Margot."

You bet you do, Isles.

...

"I heard the door. They're here."

The last time Jane had reached such level of nervousness, she had welcomed Margot for two months at Maura's place pretending to be her wife.

Back to the start. Or so. Two years had passed by but her emotions were exactly the same ones right now.

Her heart was beating extremely fast and her hands were moist. It was a bit stupid as Margot wasn't her daughter but the evening held a special place in her heart and she hoped that it would all go just fine. She wanted it to be perfect.

Margot had met someone.

She hadn't been extremely talkative about him but nonetheless wanted to introduce him to her and Maura which they both had immediately accepted. Out of a very bad curiosity.

Thankfully, Margot hadn't taken it badly when they had confessed that they had lied about the nature of their relation during her first stay in Boston and their bond hadn't suffered from the revelation at all.

She had quietly listened to them tell her the whole story – their story – and when they had finished, a soft smile had played on her lips. She had had doubts at the time but hadn't bothered to ask. End of the soap opera confession. Back to a honest relation. At last.

Maura nodded at Jane and cast a last glance at the patio to make sure everything was perfect. The swimming-pool had been put on a side behind a large table. She had opened a bottle of wine and prepared some hors-d'oeuvre. Everything was ready. Yes.

"Are you there?" Margot poked her head through the open door and finally walked out. She looked happy and confident. She motioned someone to follow her outside. "I'm sorry it took longer than... Than expected... But the traffic back from the beach was a nightmare."

She could have been speaking Chinese that Jane and Maura wouldn't have noticed anything, way too busy as they were staring at the young man who had finally appeared by the door.

He looked nice, rather attractive too. This second point made Jane purse her lips. She had nothing against Brad Pitt lookalikes but she knew – from experience – that they didn't have the best track record one could find.

Will you stop already, Rizzoli? How can you judge him? He hasn't said a word. He's into charities and stuff. He gotta be someone good. Damn... Remember what Margot told you? The girl's looking for something a bit serious so he must be trustful and all.

"Leo, I presume?" Socialite mode: activated. Maura politely held out a hand and shook the man's. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Yeah... Margot..." Jane took a deep breath. Her voice was shaking, it wasn't a good sign at all. "She talked a lot about you."

Hmm. Not only did that sound a bit too much like something her mother could actually have said but it was only half-true besides. Margot had remained evasive. She hadn't given many details.

Leo flashed a bright smile and cast a glance at Margot.

"Only good things, I hope." He winked at her then focused back on Jane and Maura." I'm really glad to finally meet her mothers, you know... I work for a LGBT association so I was really happy when she told me that her parents were in a same-sex relationship. If only close-minded people could meet Margot. A balanced, bright girl. She'd surely make them change their mind about same-sex couple parenting."

The remark made Jane slightly lose her balance. She grabbed the first thing out of reach which turned out to be Maura's arm. She squeezed it tightly. Too tightly. But Maura didn't seem to feel the slightest thing. She had frozen and was now staring at Leo blankly.

Jane and Maura's Shock Scale Results: highest level ever recorded in their respective lives.