It was only five- thirty when Faith finally got up out of bed at the detective's mini- mansion. She stretched, stepping over to the drawer that held clothes they had found for her, pulling on a pair of black yoga pants and a purple tank top. She had found it odd, the night before, that the detective had clothes that fit her near- perfectly. So much about this woman didn't make much sense; again, it was as if the dark- haired, mysterious woman had been looking for her specifically. But that was still not logical at all. She made her way down the stairs, trying to be as quiet as she could as she did so, in order to keep from waking the detective. They had finally gone to bed at around two thirty in the morning, and Faith herself had only slept for roughly three hours since the short amount of time at that... place. At the auction. With Amy... No, with Jane. She stepped into the kitchen, opening a few of the cabinets to see what the woman had as far as breakfast was concerned, planning to make her something that would keep until the other woman would wake up. She finally decided on pancakes, pulling the ingredients out of the kitchen quickly, not paying attention to how she knew where everything was. She just assumed that everything was organised logically, rather than recalling by any other means. Opening the refrigerator, she set down food for Bass also, rubbing the tortoise's shell when he came to rest beside her.

"You know, Bass, I could get used to a life like this." She told him. "Not looking over my shoulder every five minutes, I mean. Also, I'd like to have a job, you can't just stay home all the time. That would be exceedingly dull." The animal stared at her, watching as if he understood exactly what she was saying. Mixing the batter, she shugged. "Can't have the perfect life though, I mean I wouldn't want to stay here with Jane unless she wanted me here too. And you know, she acts pretty strange sometimes." The tortoise looked at her, before tilting his head towards the couch. Faith slimmed her lips. "Like with that door." She barely breathed. "All these secrets... What could she possibly be hiding?" The tortoise only stared at her again, befor eshuffling forward a little bit to grab his last few strawberries. Faith turned inside of herself, thinking about the many things that she had found out yesterday, everything that had happened, where she was going with her life. She was so absorbed in her thoughts, she never heard the detective approach.

"Smells good. What brought this on?" Faith would have jumped,if it had been any other voice. She still flinched at the voice, but didn't completely leave through the ceiling and catapult into the atmosphere. She was, however, effectively removed from her thoughts and where they had been leading. She tried a slight smile, splitting the amount of pancakes in two.

"I was hungry, and figured you would be also, once you had woken." The detective tilted her head, nodding slightly in ascent. She then stifled a yawn.

"You have a point, however, it is much too early to be awake. You should still be asleep." The blonde rolled her eyes, taking the syrup off the shelf in the corner cabinet, grabbing a canister of rainbow sprinkles as she did so. She handed the latter to the detective, who looked at her with an interesting expression.

"What? I know you like sprinkles on your pancakes." Faith then stopped, the action finally sinking in. How had she known? This was weird. She shook the thought out of her head, it was probably mentioned yesterday during her tour of the house or something. Jane turned towards the table, trying to hide the smirk on her face as she did so. They sat down at the counter, Jane closer to the outside door, pouring her sprinkles over a light dosing of syrup. Faith just shook her head, at least she had gotten something right about the woman; she did like sprinkles on her pancakes.

"So, what would you like to do today? We should probably go shopping."

"I do really need clothes." Faith stated, taking a bite of her pancakes. She almost surprised herself; these were actually pretty good. And she was not the best pancake maker around, not at all. "Do you have something more appropriate for going out in?" Jane smirked, nodding. "What? It was a valid question." The detective held up her hands.

"I know, I know. I just thought that maybe you wouldn't have found it necessary to change, since you look like a runway model no matter what you wear." Faith grinned at the compliment blushing. Jane then caught herself, looking aaway. "Um, sorry. I didn't mean that to make anything awkward or anything. Jesus, Rizzoli, get your head out of your ass. You're scaring her." She dropped her head to the table, and Faith blushed a bit darker.

"No, its fine. I... Thank you." She rested her hand over Jane's for a moment, before turning back to the food. "Noone's ever complimented me before. Not that I remember, at least." Jane stared at her for a moment, before turning back to her food as well, trying not to make this any more awkward then it was. But her eyes had clouded again, and her heart clenched in a pain she couldn't even begin to explain to another. Especially not Faith. The door slammed open, and a dog began yipping, making Jane turn around, her features lighting.

"Jo! How's my girl!" The dog jumped up, putting her paws up on the detective's legs and pricking her ears, barking happily.

"Janie! I brought you food, because you must be hungry after all the work you do undercover!" Angela stopped at the door, dropping the bag of containers on the floor. Faith had reached over to pat the dog, who had playfully began pawing at her had glanced up to see the woman who began talking to Jane, when the older woman had just... stopped.

"No! Ma'-"

"Maura?" Faith tilted her head to the side, confused. "Oh my God, you're-"

"I'm sorry, I think you have me confused with someone else." Faith whispered. "I'm Faith Hunter, its a pleasure to meet you. You're Jane's mother, I presume?" Jane rose, hooking on to her mother's elbow and smiling.

"Yes, this is my mom, Angela. you could call her either Angela or mom, but not Mrs. Rizzoli. She says it makes her feel old." Jane stated. "Now, ma, you and I have to talk. Over there." She dragged the astonished woman into the other room, running a hand through her raven hair. "Ma, I said no! Why'd you have to go and say that name-"

"Janie, its her! I never thought you would find her! So does this mean that the-"

"No. Ma, just no. Please stop." The detective opened the cd cabinet, pulling out a photo that she had kept in there, for times when she needed just a little bit of inspiration, a little bit of hope to keep going, to keep searching. She looked at it for a moment, before holding it up for her mother to see. "This woman, and that one, out there at the counter? They are not the same."

"Jane Clementine Rizzoli-" jane held up a hand.

"Ma, don't. Please. Until there is solid proof that she... That she... That they're the same, I refuse to get my hopes up. Not again." She hid the photo back in the cabinet, running a finger along the edge, as if in longing. "Until then, ma, she is Faith Hunter. And that's it. She's someone that needs a second chance at her life."

"Janie, how much did you pay-"

"That's not important, ma." She turned away, resting her hand on the trim around the door. "Until I figure this out, I need you to do something for me."

"Anything Jane. You know I love you, and I loved her too." Jane locked gazes with her, eyes sad.

"You're meeting Faith for the first time. She doesn't know who you are, who I am, anything." Angela nodded, kissing her daughter's cheek briefly, before leading the way through the door. She didn't need Jane to detail everything for her. She understood a slim bit of the pain that she must have been feeling, a bit of that confusion, the fear, that Faith wasn't who Jane was hoping she was. Angela hoped too, praying to the God she believed in that this would all work out. She didn't want her little girl to be destroyed again. Either of them.

An- so at this point, Jane thinks that she might have found her. And its kind of looking like it, with the stuff that Faith knows that she simply shouldn't. However, so many things just aren't adding up just yet... A little more time, and just maybe they will. Next chapter, Jane and Faith come back from their shopping tip, and Jane runs an experiment. At least, thats what I'm planning for the next chapter. But things never go quite as I plan them... However, I did fix the internet! woohoo! apparently short- circuiting your desktop and all the goodies connected to it (couldnt find the plug for just the router and modem) makes it reset better than it was before... At least my PS3 might actually connect now.

~SnapTobiume