A/N: Hey, guys. First of all let me say that I was thoroughly embarrassed (in a good way) in front of my roommates, because I kept giggling and hopping up and down when I was reading your reviews from last chapter. They completely blew me away. Thank you all so much for reading and you are all amazing. Also, this chapter is kind of long. I hope you enjoy it!

"About Daddy…"

Maura watched her dropped pen roll from side to side before it finally came to a stop on the tabletop. Time itself seemed to have stop in that moment. She gently cleared her throat while struggling to look Ali directly in the eyes.

"What about your father?" she almost stammered.

"Mom." The cock of her head told her that she wasn't buying it.

"Yes?"

"Did he… Did Daddy cheat on you?" That was the most uncomfortable question she'd ever asked her mother, and Maura was having just as hard a time hearing it and she shifted uncomfortably in her chair.

"Where did you… What would make you think something like that?"

"That's why I got in a fight at school. That girl Jessica was going around yesterday telling everyone in AP Cal that Dad was a slore and that he-"

"A slore?"

"Yeah, a slut and a whore. I know, Jessica speaks as if she's linguistically challenged sometimes. Anyway…she said that she heard her parents talking about it and they said that he had more than one affair. Did he?"

Maura's breath hitched; not only at the realization that her secret was no secret at all, but more importantly, how was she supposed to answer that? A simple yes at the risk of shattering her daughter's relationship with her father? A difficult no at the risk of being caught lying and shattering her daughter's relationships with both her parents?

Maura swallowed hard and took a deep breath. She realized that her best bet for coming out of this with the least amount of pain would have to be to change the subject. She slid her glasses off the bridge of her nose and reached across the desk to hold her daughter's hands, surprised and relieved when Ali lets her.

"Sweetheart, your father loves you very much and-"

"Just tell me, Mom." Well that didn't work.

Maura stared at their joined hands for a long moment, trying not to be overwhelmed by emotions. Her teenage daughter was asking if her father is an infidel, and as much as a part of her wanted to give an emphatic yes and have Ian be on the receiving end of one of Ali's French-speaking tirades, she hesitated. Her children weren't pawns in a twisted game of revenge. This wasn't about having her daughter on her side; this simply just wasn't a conversation one should have to have with their child at all, but then again, that's where Maura realized there was a loophole.

The girl may have childish tendencies, but Alice Isles was no longer a child. She was more street smart than some people gave her credit for, more mature than most would guess, but much more sensitive than anyone realized. Had Maura been upfront from the beginning, her daughter wouldn't have walked around acting and reacting based on lies and false assumptions. She deserved for her mother to be able to trust her with the truth. Realizing that honesty may ultimately be the only way, Maura gave her hand a squeeze.

"Yes," she gave a solemn nod, "He did."

Alice's sigh resembled relief, but was really deep disappointment. She shook her head and withdrew her hands to fidget in her lap as she avoided her mother's eyes. "More than once?" Maura shook her head at the situation, feeling bad for the girl, but answered anyway.

"Yes."

"How many?"

"Alice-"

"How many?"

"…Three." Alice suddenly stood up and stepped away as if someone had hit her in the chest. She was a 'Daddy's Girl' through and through and now... She couldn't believe that her father would do something like this, and for some reason she didn't quite understand, it felt like a betrayal to her and her brother as well as her mother. She faced the back wall and covered her trembling face with both hands as she began to sob.

Maura instantly rose to her feet and walked over. "Oh, baby. Come here. It's okay." She gently pulled the girl into her arms, rubbing smooth circles on her back. "It's going to be okay," she said as she cradled her daughter's head against her shoulder. Alice eventually relaxed her body and let the tears come as she held on to her mother, gripping her tighter and bunching up the silk shirt between her fingers.

"I'm so sorry," Alice admitted in a broken whisper. They hadn't ever really gotten along, especially since Ali hit puberty (her father said it's because they were too alike), but Alice did love her mother. More than she ever expressed. Maura pulled back to look at her daughter and she smoothed down her hair as she cradled her face.

"Sweet girl… It is not your fault. None of this is your fault, okay?" She carried on even when Ali shook her head and tried to interrupt. "No, no. Your father and I… we just couldn't get it right. That's on us, not you, sweetheart. But we both love you and your brother very much." Maura spoke with as much conviction as she could muster considering that she was now seeing Alice, who never cried, painfully red faced and with tears spilling from her eyes. "You have nothing to be sorry about."

"Yes, I do. I'm sorry about how I've been acting towards you. I just thought the reason you and Dad split up was because you're always working. I heard you guys arguing right before he moved out, and he said that if you didn't stop working so much he'd leave. I was angry at you because I thought you loved your work more than us." She sniffled and wiped angrily at the constant stream of tears. "I've been a terrible brat."

A sad smile accompanied the sympathetic furrow of Maura's brows. "Listen to me. You and your brother are the number one most important things in my life. How I feel about my work doesn't even remotely compare to how much I care about you kids. Look at me," Maura tilted her chin up with her pointer finger and two pairs of watery hazel green orbs reflected each other's fears. "I love you more than life itself."

She brought both of her hands to the sides of her daughters face and helped wipe away the tears with her thumbs. The girl looked five years old as she snuggled her cheek against her mother's hand. She raised her hands to grip her mother's wrists. Anchoring herself.

"And when I promised you guys I would stop working so much, I meant it. I won't lie…it is hard, because so many people depend on me, but I am trying."

"I know Mom. I'm sorry I've been ignoring that. I know I don't tell you a lot, but I do love you."

Maura instantly broke out into a smile. Unshed tears burned even stronger behind her eyes, but these tears were to wash away pain instead of spreading it around. It felt like a weight had been lifted.

"And I… I like your shoes," Ali added. They both burst out into laughter. The tension subsiding when they suddenly heard a soft knock at the door. They both turned still grasping one another to see half of Jane's body peeking through the door with a subtle smile on her face.

"Am I interrupting something?" she asked with a hint of concern even though the scene before her warmed her heart a bit.

"No, we were just… having a moment. What is it?" Maura responded dabbing a finger at the corners of her eyelids.

"I was gonna page you," Jane said as she stepped more fully into the room, a hand in her pocket while the other gestured, "but you guys seemed to be busy. Today's staff meeting was canceled because Mr. Fairfield had some family thing going on."

"Oh, do I have any other scheduled meetings for today?"

"Nope. That was it." Maura bit her bottom lip in thought, then turned to look to her daughter with excitement written all over her face. "So, you really like my shoes, do you?"

"Yeah…" Ali raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing her mother.

"Well! What do you say we take the day off and see if we can find you a few other pairs that you might like?"

The girl's mouth fell open. "Really? We're going shopping?!" she squealed.

Maura genuinely laughed at her teenage daughter's reaction. At least she could still act her age every once in a while. "Yes, we're going shopping. Just you and I."

"Ms. Isles, you don't have any meetings, but you did say you wanted to review the budgets for all your existing projects." Jane, said hating to be the bearer of bad news. Alice immediately stopped grinning at the news that her mother had to work, but her mother simply shook her head.

"I already promised my daughter, so we'll just have to stay a little later tomorrow."

Jane nodded, not really minding that. Alice, though, was reluctant.

"No, it's fine Mom. You don't have to. If it's important you should do that instead of-"

"And miss going shopping with my only daughter? What could possibly be more important?" Those words reminded Jane of her own mother. Alice surprised Maura with a warm side-hug to which she naturally responded with a peck on the girl's forehead.

"Okay then." Jane interjected as she moved backwards. "I guess I'll see you ladies tomorrow. Enjoy the shopping strip… I mean trip. Wait, it's called a strip mall, right? Or maybe I…I'm just gonna…yeah."

Before the ladies could even register Jane's words, Jane slipped out of the room and slumped into her desk chair. She began rubbing her temples. What the hell is wrong with me?

"Jane?"

She looked up to find her employer standing beside her desk wrapped in her coat. "Yeah?"

"Why don't you take the day off as well?"

"Are you sure? I could probably find something to do around here."

"Of course I'm sure. Seriously, there's no reason for you to stay here... You do have a life outside this office, don't you?" she joked, narrowing her eyes at Jane in challenge.

"Actually," Jane pretended to be contrite, "my sleeping bag's right under this desk and I clean up in the coin fountain out front."

"You clean up well," retorted Maura, making Jane's smirk even cockier.

Alice watched on as both adults shared a brief laugh before the assistant stood up from her chair and started to pack up her things. "Thanks... for the day off, I mean."

"You're very welcome. Until tomorrow then."

"See you, boss." Jane kept her head down as she packed her stuff away to hide her grin as mother and daughter walked away arm in arm. Then Alice stopped and turned around to Jane.

"Ciao, Jane."

Jane looked between the two, surprise momentarily paralyzing her speech. She looked over to Maura who only shrugged her shoulders before being dragged away toward the elevators.

"Ciao, Little Miss Sunshine," she whispered.

So, what does a working-class workaholic do on her day off? Jane tap-tap-tapped her fingers away on the steering wheel as she drove around without any real direction. Even though she had brought up the idea of getting a day off before, she hadn't thought that much about what she'd spend it doing. Her life pretty much revolved around work at this point; her boss made sure of that. In fact that lunch at the Country Club had felt like a vacation, so what was she to do with an entire day to herself?

I guess I could go home, but I'd only end up trying to watch the backlog of baseball games I have. It couldn't hurt to pay a visit to the gym. Ugh…yeah it would. Maybe, I should just go to the library and catch up on some Architectural Digest. No, then I'll end up thinking about work. Maura…that's such a pretty name. Is that Irish? That would make sense with her flawless freckled skin. Well, either way it's just as pretty as she is.

Jane snapped out of her thoughts and looked around at the familiar surroundings. Realization hit her and she let out a whining groan. Really? Here? She cut the engine anyway and got out of her car. Before she could raise her hand to knock, the door swung open.

"Janie!"

Jane smiled back easily, inhaling to relay her own greeting, only for all of the air to be squished out of her lungs by a crushing hug.

"Hey, Ma," she choked out.

"Well, don't just stand here. Come inside!" Angela Rizzoli beamed as she pulled her prodigal daughter into the house and led her further inside. "What are you doing here? Is something wrong? Don't tell me you got fired. You and that mouth of yours-"

"Jesus, Ma. Would you relax?" Angela huffed and crossed her arms but became silent. "I just have the day off," shrugged Jane as she discarded her blazer.

Her mother eyed her suspiciously. "I don't believe you. You never have the day off."

"Wha-, yes I do." She scrunched up her face in disbelief and raised her eyebrows.

"I have weekends off… sometimes… at night... Whatever, I'm here now. You're always nagging me to come over and now that I'm here you give me that look."

"Mmhmm..." hummed the older Rizzoli woman.

"So, are we gonna just stand here or are you gonna offer me some of that amazing lasagna I smell?" she rubbed her hands together, salivating as she looked towards the kitchen. God, she had missed her Ma's cooking. Her mother only smirked, knowing her daughter too well, and entered the kitchen with Jane close behind.

"So she just gave you a day off?" After having a seat at the island, Jane snuck her finger into a pot to taste her mother's homemade sauce.

"Mm… She took a personal day."

"Personal? Something to do with the divorce?"

"How'd you know about that?" She furrowed her brows, trying to distract her mother as she went in for another taste of sauce, but was swatted away.

"It was in the paper last week. Even made the headline." Angela found the old newspaper in one of the kitchen drawers. "Here," she said, placing it in front of Jane, who was inconspicuously licking her finger again.

'Esteemed architect: building people's dreams and watching her's crumble.' Jane read to herself.

"Really? This was the biggest story of the day? Journalism is officially dead."

"Any idea why she's getting a divorce?"

Jane kept her eyes on the captioned picture of Maura walking out of the courthouse. Her face was neutral but Jane could see she was sad. She sighed. "Uh…," she started to answer her mother's question but thought for a second. She didn't really know all the details of her boss's personal life, but she worked around detectives for the better part of three years, so she had her suspicions.

"Not sure… but I think her husband cheated on her."

Her mother gasped. "Are you serious?"

Jane shrugged her shoulders, "We don't really talk about that stuff."

"Mm. I couldn't imagine. She doesn't look like the kind of woman someone would cheat on." Angela spread the sauce onto the noodles and looked up when her daughter slammed the newspaper down.

"I know right! Not that anyone deserves to be cheated on, but... Like, why would anyone in their right mind cheat on someone who is so… so beautiful and talented and smart and… and beautiful. You know?" Jane ran her fingers through her hair and reached for a baby tomato, popping it into her mouth. Noticing her mother's glare, she paused mid-chew.

"Jane?"

"What?"

"You think your boss is beautiful?"

Jane slowly resumed chewing and swallowed loudly before answering. "Well, yeah. I mean, I guess. You just said so yourself, right?"

"I was talking about her being so rich."

"Oh." Seeing no fault in what she just said, she rolled her shoulders and reached for another tomato.

Angela wore a different smile now. "So, you think she's beautiful? What else do you like about her?"

Jane looked off at a random spot as she thought out loud, not catching on to her mother's ulterior motive. "She's really smart."

"Yeah? What else?"

"She's an amazing architect."

"Go on."

"I don't know what else, Ma. She's a good mother? Wait, why are you-" Jane straightened her back and looked squarely in her mother's mischievous eyes when clarity washed over her. "Ma. It's not like that."

"What?" she replied, looking the picture of innocence, "I didn't say anything."

"You didn't have to."

"I mean, she is beautiful, Janie." She held up the newspaper as proof.

"Well, nobody asked you, Yenta. Can I eat now, or are you holding that lasagna hostage?"

They both smiled and before her mother could think of a retort the swinging door opened up behind Jane. She turned to see her brother who, without hesitation, lifted her off the ground and squeezed her tightly. He kissed her cheek and placed her back down on the ground before she could fight it.

"What are you doing here, sis? Aren't you supposed to be out kidnapping puppies for Cruella de Vil?"

"Really? Aren't you supposed to be out there handing out speeding tickets to drag-racing grannies?"

They both grinned and shoved each other around a bit before their mother reminded them that there was no rough housing inside of the house. "Your brother's here for lunch."

"Just finished up my double shift. Are you staying, or do you have to get back on your leash soon?" Jane punched him in the arm again before trapping him in a head lock.

"You know, Janie," he said already out of breath, "I am a cop. I can easily get out of this."

"Oh really? Try me."

He flailed his arms around and tried placing his feet in different stances. His sister only laughed and tightened her grip. He finally tapped out when he started to see dots in his vision and she let him go.

"You're just… lucky I'm… tired," he said in-between shallow breaths.

"Frankie, I could beat you at anything, anytime, anywhere. Your choice." She gave a challenging stare. She'd missed this playful rivalry they had between them, especially the part where she beats him almost every time.

"Alright, fine. Basketball. Right now."

Jane laughed in his face as he started unbuttoning his uniform shirt.

"Oh, no you two don't. You're gonna get all hot and sweaty and then come back in here dripping all over the kitchen and the food."

"Come on, Ma. Lunch won't be ready for a while. Plus, someone's gotta teach him a lesson," Jane turned to her brother and rolled up her sleeves.

"First to 10 wins. Backyard rules," Jane said tying up her hair.

"You're on."

Angela watched her grown children practically sprint out of the backdoor. It felt good to have them all back together. For a little while, at least.

"Good morning, Jane. What do we- Oh, my goodness."

Jane looked up from her desk to her boss's terrified face. She knew Maura would notice it, but she wasn't expecting such a reaction.

"You should see the other guy," she quipped, trying to dissuade Maura's worry.

"What happened?" she asked walking up to Jane's desk and giving her a closer look.

"Nothing, really. My brother and I were just playing some basketball yesterday. He must've realized I was whooping his butt and caught me right in the nose. I don't think it's broken though, so I won't need any time off or anything."

"I'm tempted to give it to you anyway. Your nose is…" Maura winced, "well, at least it's not disfiguring."

"It's not?"

"It's a simple hairline fracture. The nasal bone above the lateral nasal cartilage. Did you ice it?" Jane nodded and tilted her head.

"How do you know that stuff you just said?"

"Oh, I… I'm just interested in a variety of topics, like science, for example… Any kind of general knowledge really."

"That was general knowledge… right." Jane smirked delighted at this new insight into her boss's character.

"I could pop that out if you want."

"Really? You're not gonna like, make it worse?" Jane was wary but slowly stood anyway.

"Don't you trust me?" Jane scoffed and immediately regretted it when a sharp pain went through her tender nose. "Honestly, Jane. I give you one day off, and this happens."

"Hey, it wasn't my fault," Jane defended as she slickly perched herself on the edge of the desk.

"Of course not. Might hurt a little."

"Okay," she nodded, permitting the architect to play doctor to her assistant.

Maura gently tilted Jane's chin from side to side, looking for the best angle. Slowly still, she placed her fingertips in place and then quickly jerked her hand.

"Ow! Fuck!" Jane gasped and instinctively reached up for her face, willing her eyes not to water. Concerned she may have further aggravated Jane's injury, Maura closely inspected her work.

"I warned you it would hurt."

"Damn it, Maura. A little?"

"Don't be such a baby. Now, sit still so I can see."

Jane rolled her eyes as the pain eventually went from searing and dulled to a throb while Maura touched her face some more, trying to hide her own smile. She wanted to laugh so badly at Jane's outburst and her string of curse words then she felt Jane's hands on her wrists and realized how close they actually were.

The atmosphere grew thick.

"Did it work?" Jane whispered, looking directly into Maura's eyes.

Maura looked back at her as she lowered her hands from Jane's face. "Yes, you'll live." They shared a smile. "But I will be needing my hands back at some point."

Jane stared at her for a second longer before teasingly sliding her hands away. "Sorry," she shrugged with an unapologetic smirk. "And thanks for the…" she gestured to her nose.

"Of course," Maura cleared her throat, taking a step back. "So what's up for today?"

Jane leaned backwards to grab the planner. "Well… you have to call Mr. Finn as soon as you can, and then we're off to the Parker Project's construction site. And the board meeting was rescheduled for this afternoon."

"Okay, come and get me in thirty minutes and we'll go."

"You got it, Ms. Isles. Enjoy your coffee."

As she walked away, Maura found herself disappointed that Jane didn't use her first name again.

Throughout the day, Jane noticed that Maura was not her usual self. Well, as usual as one can be in the middle of a divorce while juggling kids and three work projects. When they were at the construction site, she didn't seem as optimistic as she was coming out of that meeting a couple of days ago, but Jane also noticed something else.

Later that same day, she walked into her boss's office once more to find her staring at a document, but not really reading it. "I've been meaning to ask you. Where's Alice today?" she started casually.

"School," was the clipped reply.

Jane pressed on anyway. "Oh. I thought her suspension was for three days?"

Maura sighed heavily and sat back in her chair. "It was. They counted the date of suspension as day one. So she had to go back to school today… Which means she'll be staying with her father for the rest of the week."

Now Jane understood. Maura missed her daughter. "Oh. Sorry. Did you at least enjoy your time shopping?"

Maura chuckled lightly at a memory, "Yes, Jane. We actually did enjoy our shopping strip."

Jane groaned in slight embarrassment but laughed along. "I'll never live that down, will I?"

"Not on your life," she smiled as Jane took a seat. "Ali and I had a great time. We even had a long talk about some things. Her feelings about the divorce, mostly. We still have a long way to go with our relationship, but we're finally working on it. I even found out she has a boyfriend."

Jane gasped, "Lord help him."

"Be nice."

Jane put her hands up in surrender.

"I had no idea she was even dating, but I'm glad she's finally opening up to me. That's all I ever wanted. It feels like I got my daughter back." Maura looked down and blushed at her own admission. Whenever she spoke with Jane, all sorts of things seemed to just reveal themselves.

"I'm really happy for you," Jane said simply, but sincerely.

"Thank you."

"Well." Jane stood up and glanced at her wristwatch. "Seems it's quitting time, boss. I'll just be waiting to walk you out."

"Oh no, Ms. Rizzoli. You have to help me with these budgets." Jane cursed herself for forgetting about them. They had rescheduled doing them because of the impromptu personal day.

"Oh that's right. Where should we start?" Maura stood and led them over to the couch. Jane tried not to wince at the size of the stack that Maura handed her.

"You go over this half for any errors or over-expenditures and I will start on these. It shouldn't take long."

Jane raised a skeptical brow and pulled her unruly curls up into a ponytail. "Last one to finish is a rotten egg," she joked.

Maura bumped her shoulder and countered. "How about last one to finish buys dinner."

"You are so on."

They got to work. Neither talked for a while after that until Maura broke the comfortable silence. "So, your brother must be relatively strong to almost break your nose."

Jane scoffed and raised her eyebrows. "It was a lucky shot," she laughed. "But I guess it's like a requirement with him being a cop and all."

"A cop? So it runs in the family?"

"What does?"

"Being a cop. How does your mother feel about both of her children being in law enforcement?"

She watched as her assistant's face changed from a blank stare, to confusion, and finally to amusement as she bent over the side of the couch laughing. At the sight, Maura couldn't help but smile.

"What? What's so funny?"

"You…you think…I'm not…" Jane continued to laugh. She held her side and tried to speak between gasps. "You keep saying that."

"Saying what?"

"That I'm a cop. When we first met you said that not even Boston's finest could handle this job. You think I'm a cop."

"Well weren't you?" Jane shook her head, trying to contain the huge grin spread across her face.

"I'm flattered but no. Actually I was a criminal sketch artist." Maura shook her head. This entire time she had thought that the reason why Jane had been on BPD's payroll was because she was an officer.

"Wow. So you drew actual people?"

"Yeah, don't believe me?" It sounded a lot like a challenge, so Maura bit.

"Maybe I don't."

Eager to show off, instead of a sarcastic retort, the tall brunette got up and exited the office. She took her time, but before Maura could call after her, Jane was walking back and sitting on the couch with a sketchpad in her hand. Wordlessly, she placed it in her boss's hands.

"What's this?"

Maura carefully opened it and flipped through the pages in utter awe. The first few drawings were of an older woman, who Maura gathered to be related to Jane somehow because of the resemblance. Her mother, perhaps.

"Wow." They were so beautifully done. Then she came across a picture of two boys with their arms wrapped around each other. They were also clearly related to Jane with their distinct cheek bones, dark hair, and broad shoulders.

"That one's not so good," Jane provided commentary as she scooted closer to Maura.

Maura shook her head, wide-eyed. "I think they're all amazing."

"Eh, I did that when I was like twelve."

Maura gave her a quick glance. "You've had this for that long?" Jane only gestured with her hand for Maura to keep going.

She browsed through more and more sketches. Some were obviously her family and some were of beautiful Bostonian woodlands. She even recognized a few buildings that she had designed. She looked up at Jane to gauge her reaction and saw a slight blush began to appear.

Then towards the middle of the book, Maura noticed more and more sketches of the same woman. One with her on what seemed like a porch swing. The next of her running with her hands happily above her head and her mouth open mid-laugh.

"Who is she?" Maura wondered out loud.

"Oh, She-" Jane cut off her sentence before she snatched the pad out of her boss's hand. Maura only caught a glimpse of the next sketch but what she saw made her ears hot. The same beautiful woman was lying on a bed with her hair splayed across the pillow. Her eyes were closed and the drawing started from the middle of her stomach to the top of her head. And she was topless.

Jane was mortified. "I am so sorry! I totally forgot that was in there." She scrambled to stuff loose sketches into her pad when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Who is she?" asked Maura softly, her curiosity sufficiently peaked.

Jane halted her movements and released a half sigh half awkward laugh. "She's… she, uh, was my… girlfriend."

Maura looked perplexed for just a second before she understood. That made so much sense. "So, you're a les-"

"Yeah. I am."

They sat in a thick uncomfortable silence. Jane looked at the ground while Maura thought of something to say. She knew Jane was a little uncomfortable, but so was she and not for the reason Jane may have been thinking.

Jane wanted to literally sink into the couch. This was definitely something she never planned on sharing. If only she had remembered to take out that freaking sketch. "Is that a problem for you?"

Maura squeezed her shoulder to bring her back into the conversation. "No! It doesn't bother me at all."

Her words seemed to convince Jane who sighed in relief. "I didn't really mean for that to come out like this. That was unprofessional."

"What's her name?"

Jane was surprised that Maura was so interested. She opened the sketch pad and looked at the first picture of her ex. She smiled as she ran her thumb across the sketch. "Amanda."

"What happened to her?"

Before Jane could respond, there was a loud bang on the office door. Maura glanced out the window to see that it was clearly too late for anyone else to be in the building. She was usually the last to leave, so she wondered who it could be.

Her assistant stood up and went over to check. Opening the door only slightly Jane said, "Excuse me, Sir. Can I help you?"

"You can move out of my way, for one."

Maura instantly stiffened. She could recognize that accent anywhere. She quickly rose to her feet as he pushed his way into the office and stopped in the middle of the room.

"What are you doing here?" she asked with Jane returning to her side. He looked angry. Almost manic.

"We need to talk… Alone," he said staring pointedly at Jane. She carefully looked the man up and down before addressing her boss.

"Do you want me to stay or call security?"

"That won't be necessary, but thank you."

"Alright. I'll be right outside." Jane walked past him with a warning glare, slightly brushing his shoulder and closed the door.

"You have some nerve coming here. What do you want, Ian?"

*Ciao-Bye

A/N: Thoughts? Oh, by the way, I had to do some serious rescheduling and will now be updating on Monday's. Thanks for your support:)

XO Jay