Hey! I just wanted to commend on some of the reviews.

First of all I really really do appreciate every comment on my language skills. Most of the time I read and write scientific articles, which always ends up with the same 20 words ;-) So please please help me to improve this.

This is definitive a Maura and Jane story, so don't worry and Maura's thought will come up to soon.

One review made me think. It stated, that right now one could pity Casey. I do not like Casey, and I intended to write the story like this, but maybe he should not be as bad as I thought. So feel free to comment.

Angela Rizzoli was on early shift in the cafe the following day. Usually not her favourite, because she had to deal with dozens of grumpy police officers and detectives, who demanded their wake-up or staying-awake coffee. But the sight of her son and the medical examiner trotting into the cafe wearing sun glasses and whispering their orders really made her day. The thought of them and their hang over still made her chuckle.

"Ma!...MA!"

"Oh sorry Jane. What can I do for you? Coffee?"

"Yeah, that would be great. Especially since this that is what you are paid for!"

"Oh are you in a bad mood this morning, Janie?" Angela asked innocently while preparing a cup of coffee.

"Damn Ma, now I know from who I have my detectives skills." Jane replied sarcastically.

Angela answered with equally dry sarcasm: "Finally you honor what I have done for you, my daughter!" She handed over the cup. "Did you have a bad night?"

"Yeah, sort of. But I really don't want to talk about it now or ever, Ma." Jane hesitated. "Ma, have you... I mean, was...is Maura already in?"

Angela chuckled. "Oh yes. She is, more or less."

"What do you mean? And why the hell are you laughing?"

"Oh, Jane, you should have seen them this morning. The sight was just gorgeous!"

"MA! What do you talking about? I am not in the mood for the guessing game!"

"They had a really bad hang over. Must have been a hard night for them to." Angela laughed again.

"Wait! They? Who are 'they'?" Jane had a queasy feeling while asking. So I was right. Maura picked up a guy last night. But why would she bring him to the station? She wouldn't...

"Yeah, Maura and Frankie. Frankie mentioned something about never drinking whiskey again."

Jane felt angry heat rising in her cheek. Oblivious to her daughters feelings Angela kept laughing. In this very moment, Frankie Rizzoli turned around the corner. "Ma, I need a coffee! Now!"

Jane's breathing quickened.

"Really Ma, what a night!" Frankie said.

Jane's heartbeat quickened.

"But, damn, it was worth it" Frankie smiled.

Jane's left fist made contact with his nose.

"What the hell!" Frankie shouted as he tumbled back and brought a hand to his now bleeding nose. "What's your problem?"

Jane stared at him and he could see the fury in his sisters eyes. Angela had come around the counter and handed him a towel to save his uniform from the blood which was falling.

"My problem? You have slept with my best friend, you have..."

"Jane Clementine Rizzoli! How dare you? Leave my cafe right now! Get out of my sight!" Angela and Jane were now staring at each other.

Damn, do the both of them know how alike they are when they are like this? Frankie thought while observing the scene. He made an attempt to ask, as the pulsating pain in his face reached a new level. Ouch! That hurts. Better not to risk another punch.

Obviously his mother had won the staring-duel, since his sister stormed out of the cafe.

Dr. Maura Isles were in the middle of an autopsy as she heard the doors to her morgue open.

"Ohm Maura, do you have a minute for me?"

"Oh sure, Frankie, let me just finish this." she answered without looking up, "won't take long."

"Okay. I will wait in your office."

As soon as she had finished her work, she pulled of her gloves and coat and poured some disinfectant in her palm. While she rubbed in the fluid, she entered her office. "So, what can I do for you Frankie?" Only then she noticed the bloody towel Frankie held to his nose. "What has happened?" she yelled horrified and rushed over to where the young police officer was sitting on her couch.

"Well, I made contact with a fist." Frankie explained, as Maura gently removed the piece of fabric from his face by pulling down his arm.

"You should go and see a doctor!"

"Well, that's what I'm doing right now!"

"You know that I mean a practicing doctor. Since this is a work accident, you should have examined in case there a complications."

"Complications?"

"It is really uncommon, that there are major complications, but..."

"Maura, can you please just have a look and tell me what to do? I want to keep it quiet, since it was not really work related."

Maura sighed and fumbled around in her pocket, took out a pair of gloves and started to examine Frankie's nose. "What do you mean by 'not really work related'?"

"It has not happened while I was on duty."

"It does not look like your nose is broken. You should put ice on it for the next hours to reduce the shrinking. At leased the bleeding stopped." she said and removed her gloves. "So, whose fist was it?" she asked raising an eye brow.

Frankie sighed. He didn't want to get in the middle of a fight between his sister and the doctor, but it seemed that he already did by hosting Maura the night before. He sighed again: "It might have been Jane's."

"What?"

"Yeah, she might think we had something last night. Something like sex."

"WHAT?"

"I needed another coffee this morning and I didn't see her at first and I said to Ma something like the night was worth the hang over. Jane somehow snapped then."

Maura stared at him unbelievingly. "You are telling me that Jane had cursed this?"