Jane took a breath before making her way into the cafe that they had beside the lobby of their police department. The team finally had Amber Wooly in custody after finding her walking back to her apartment with two bags of cocaine and a bottle of pills that were stuffed into her purse. Seven hours later, the FBI and the Boston police department were still trying to get the blond to tell where her partner was.

She had seen the brunette agent that she had gotten a drink with the night before beginning to worry, biting on her fingernails and her teeth gnawing at her lip so hard every five minutes that she could draw blood. Her boss Agent Hotchner hadn't put Emily in the interrogation yet because they all knew that she was one of the best, and when Amber was on the verge cracking, that was when Emily would be sent in. But not being able to go in before she was told had the ebony haired woman completely on edge and wracked with nerves.

Walking up beside the older woman, Jane briefly touched the palm of her hand to get the agent's attention before grabbing a donut from off the counter. "Hey."

Emily's dark eyes flickered up from the coffee she had been stirring, glancing gently to the younger woman and nodding her head. "Hi."

Jane watched as she went back to pouring the pack of sugar between her fingers into the brown liquid before stirring again, those deflated midnight eyes staring down as she swirled the small red stirrer in her coffee. "You feeling any better?"

"Well your coffee sure makes things better," the brunette smirked dully.

The Italian chuckled, sharing a glance with the other woman before she heard her name being called.

"Hey Rizzoli!" the graying coffee man shouted, coming out from the back room. "Ya' already took my first batch of donuts this morning, ya' gotta let my other customers have something."

Jane's jaw dropped. "Are you kidding me? I've got dozens of hungry FBI agents and detectives up in my unit, Stanley! What do you suppose I feed them?" Her nose scrunched at the thought. "Carrots?"

Emily felt herself chuckle at the horrified tone in the younger woman's tone.

The manager of the cafe hastily shook his head. "You ain't givin' it all to them."

Jane's eyes immediately hardened on the older man, his free hand curling around the edge of the counter. "Are you calling me fat, Stanley?"

Just as the graying man threww his hands in the air and shrugged, Emily saw a brunette woman walking out of the back room with a new tray of fresh scones in her hands.

"Stanley you keep your nasty words away from my daughter," she scolded, slipping the full tray behind the crystal clear glass where all the other pastries were.

Jane nodded, taking the coffee her mother was handing her. "Thank you ma'."

Brushing her bangs out of her eyes, Angela smiled, finding a beautiful brunette woman standing beside her daughter. "Well look at this," she smirked, her eyes moving from the stranger to her daughter. "Jane you didn't tell me you were seeing someone."

Jane's eyes widened, her cheeks blushing just as Emily's were beside her. "Ma-"

"And so pretty too," she whispered giddily.

The Italian detective groaned and forced herself to take a breath. "Ma', this is Agent Emily Prentiss from the FBI. Her team is helping us with our case."

Emily held out her hand. "Hello ma'am," she smiled.

Angela greedily took the brunette agent's hand in hers and shook it, smiling wide. "Hello Emily, I'm Angela. I'm Jane, Frankie and Tommy's mom."

The brown eyed woman frowned. "Tommy?"

Jane quickly nodded. "My other brother," she stated, loving the sound of the older woman's laugh as she rolled her eyes. "You do not want to know him."

Angela quicckly hardened her eyes on her daughter. "Knock it off Jane."

"What ma'?" The detective snorted. "He's not really something to be proud of."

Ignoring her daughter's comment, the brunette mother of three looked back to the FBI agent before her with a smile. "So do you know my Janie's single?"

Emily's jaw practically dropped at the statement, her coffee wanting to fall from her hand. Could the older woman really feel the tension between them that she did? See the way Emily knew she and Jane snuck glances at one another?

Jane felt as if her eyes were to pop out of her head at the question, and quickly took Emily by the arm to lead her back upstairs. "Ok bye ma'."

The mother of three frowned as her daughter led the brunette woman towards the elevator. "Jane, I-"

"Bye ma'!"

Angela shook her head, looking to the man that stood behind the counter with her. "They'd be cute together."

The graying man threw his hands up again. "As long as your daughter doesn't eat all my food."

"Stanley," she growled.