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Chapter seven: Give A Kiss To Mamma

Jane anxiously looked around and started biting her nails. Perhaps she should go back to her car and drive back to Boston.

Maura was home, after all. They could have been together right now but instead – and in a rather selfish way – she had made her way to Cambridge just to piss off Margot a bit more. Time to boost her evil plan.

It's ridiculous, Rizzoli. Can't you just let someone else win? For once... Why do you have to do that, hmm? Why, exactly? Margot's lie is stupid but your reaction isn't any better. Give up your vendetta. It's pointless and childish.

But now that Maura had decided to play an active part in it, Jane was certain that – if she did give up – then her wife would be mad at her. And that was the last thing she wanted. She wasn't in the mood for any cold treatment. Nope... They were going through a sweet phase right now and she wanted to take the most out of it.

The door she had been staring at for the last ten minutes finally got opened. She straightened up and watched how students began to leave the room one after the other. Maybe Margot wasn't even there. College students – all of them – ended up skipping a class or two at some point.

"Oh. What are you doing here? Is everything okay? You're alone? Is Maura here?"

Theory: class skipped for Margot today.

Books in hands, Margot stopped as soon as she saw Jane. She blinked; surprised by her presence in the hallway. Until now, they only met on Thursday evening for a meal they shared together either in Cambridge or in Boston. It was the first time that Jane showed up unannounced.

"Ahem... Yeah, I'm fine."

Silence. Jane cast a glance at the brown paper bag that she was holding and hesitated. It was now or never. She still could stop it all now if she wanted to. However, she couldn't keep on staring at the bag for the rest of her life either.

She had to take a decision, and now.

"Wanna share a coffee to talk about Cocteau, Margot?" A blond girl walked out of the room only to stop next to the French student. She noticed Jane and politely nodded at her. "Hi..."

"Oh... Hey, that's my mother." Margot cleared her voice. "Mom, this is Ava. She works with Leo at the association. We happen to follow the same literature lecture."

Jane held back a snort. It was the first time that Margot actually called her like that. Or anyone else for that matter. Strangest sensation ever.

"Nice to meet you, Ava." Jane tightened her grip on the brown paper bag and forced a smile. "I just came to see my little Maggie. I miss her soooo much." Pinching Margot's cheek: done. "I brought you a snack, sweetiepie. Your favorite one."

Margot wrinkled her nose at the bag as if it were radioactive but finally accepted it.

"Are you living on the campus too, Ava? Margot's leaving home broke my heart... We won't touch her bedroom though. We keep the Justin Bieber posters and her collection of teddy bears." Back to Margot. "By the way, honey... Did you get the teddy bear I sent you this morning?"

Margot nodded and took a peanut butter sandwich out of the bag. She briefly observed it then bit in it. She didn't seem bothered by Jane's presence. Just surprised.

The hell, Rizzoli? She can't be that good nor that much of a nerd to accept you here.

"It takes a lot of... Space though. It's a big one."

Jane nodded. Now all she had to do was thank Giovanni for giving it out to her. A giant – purple – teddy bear that she had spotted at his garage a couple of days before, identical to the one he had once given Maura. She had immediately assumed that it could fit in her evil plan against Margot.

"Oh... Now I think about it..." Ava grinned at Jane which made the detective immediately panic. It was not a reaction that she had anticipated from a student. "Thank you very much for accepting to take part in our October publication. Margot and Leo are right, you and your wife are exactly what we needed."

And that was the reason why Jane had become a detective. Her guts never fooled her. Nope, never. She had known that something wouldn't please her and she had been right. Sadly, she couldn't really run away right now.

Alright, take a deep breath. Time to prove to the whole world that these yoga classes have paid off. A deep breath and a smile. A warm smile. Not the one of a psychopath.

She must have remained quiet for too long though because Ava suddenly looked at Margot for an explanation to Jane's absence of reaction.

"I thought you had told them about it... Haven't you?"

Margot nodded. She didn't look at ease, especially when she locked her eyes into Jane's to apologize in silence.

"Of course I have. Your monthly thematic about same-sex couples and their parental views. Yes, of course. They are delighted to take part in the interview and ahem... The photoshoot. Right, mom?"

Jane's smile froze. Alright, Margot had somehow apologized for it but still... Was Frenchie lacking talent that she seemed unable to avoid incongruous situations like this one?

"Yeah." Extremely low level on the Enthusiasm Scale. "We... Thrilled." Jane swallowed hard. She could already see Maura hyperventilate at the idea of having to talk about their so-called life as an eighteen-year-old girl's parents. It would be tough. "When does it take place, by the way? I totally forgot. You told me, Margot, but..."

"Next Sunday at your place. We always want to interview couples at their place. It makes it all a lot more realistic for our readers."

Cute.

Jane made a face and focused on the half-eaten sandwich Margot still had in hand. Yes, perhaps she shouldn't have come to Cambridge in the first place.

Not only had she got bad news about her fame-to-be as the center of attention to some article but she was now also dying to eat the fluffy snack that she couldn't steal from Margot's hands.

You need to be better at this, Rizzoli. You really do.

...

"I have brought you condoms: different sizes – latex and latex free – and of course... Lubricated ones." Maura spilled the contents of her bag on the table to show Margot the colorful boxes. She winked at the student's friends who were looking at the table in disbelief. "We are never too safe!"

"You want me to start an illegal market on the campus?" Margot laughed lightly and grabbed a box to check it.

Jane had showed up unannounced two days before and now it was Maura's turn. She wasn't stupid. She knew what they both were up to and it was fair; harmless. But she would need a lot more than that to feel ashamed. She peacefully put all the boxes back in the plastic bag and nodded at Maura.

"No... But I have gone to college as well and you know how prevention is important in the family. We have been talking to you about responsible sexual intercourse way before you were active."

"Sure. I'm not half-French by accident." Margot laughed which tended to make her friends relax a bit. "It's cultural, guys. Although if one of you runs out of these, you know where to ask now."

The little group nodded, a bit embarrassed.

"So you're... You're a medical examiner, right? That's interesting."

"Actually, Maura is the chief medical examiner of Massachusetts." Chin up. Margot looked at her friends with an obvious pride. "She's extremely talented and respected in her field."

The compliment made Maura blush.

"You call your mother by her name? Sorry, I've always wondered how same-sex couples chose this kind of things. Like... Is it mom and mommy or ma' or...?"

Maura stared at her tea thinking about how her chances to talk about her job instead of playing on words to avoid a lie had just flown out the window. She hadn't hesitated much before taking a day off to spend it in Cambridge with Margot. Especially after Jane's relative fiasco with the teddy bear and the snack.

As a matter of fact, she had been rather excited to finally give it a try to her role as an oversharing mother.

"Well, she's my second mother that's for sure but... Yeah, I don't know. I've always called her by her name and I don't think she takes it bad. I mean, do you?" Margot looked at her with an impressive – almost frightening – serenity.

But then Leo was sitting next to her. She didn't have much of a choice.

"I am perfectly fine with Margot calling me by my name, indeed. I am not her mother but I surely consider her as..." Maura raised a hand, made a vague gesture. She then patted the plastic bag. "I want her safe and healthy too." She turned to Leo and smiled at him. "Understood?"

The moment she felt Margot get a bit tense, Maura knew that she had just scored. Finally. Now all she wanted was to drive back to Boston and open a bottle of Champagne to celebrate it with Jane.

She wasn't the bad actress she had once assumed to be. It was comforting.

"Why don't you share with us some of your medical examiner stories? I'm sure everyone would love to hear them."

Trying to switch to another topic, Margot? How come? Feeling uncomfortable? Well done, Isles. You're the best.