Liz enters the house of her parents and kisses Maura's cheek. "Morning, Mom."

"Good Morning." Maura says with a smile and waits that Liz is greeting Jane as well, but the younger woman only glares at the Italian and walks to the fridge.

Maura swallows her groan and heaves a sigh. She is well aware that the two brunettes are in no way inferior to each other when it comes to their stubbornness. They can give each other the silent treatment for weeks if she doesn't interfere, act as a intermediary.

Jane doesn't look up from the newspaper in her hand and arches an brow when her daughter opens the device. "Did you run out of food?" She growls dangerously.

Liz straightens up and is holding a bottle of water in her hand. "No, but it is hot outside and I am thirsty. I hope you don't mind that I grab that bottle."

Jane is huffing and shrugs, and the younger Rizzoli shakes her head.

Maura is a little relieved that Jane finally said at least six words to their daughter after her wife didn't even look at her. "Do you wanna have some breakfast?"

Liz shakes her head and braces herself on the kitchen island. It had hurt her a lot when Jane didn't talk to her at all or even didn't look at her. She knows that she is the one who has to swallow her pride and that she has to offer the olive branch. "How are you, Ma?"

Jane finally looks with a hard face at Liz. "Fine, I am alive. I'm sure you're disappointed."

"Jane," Maura is gasping and can see the horrified and hurt face of Liz.

"That is ridiculous." Liz spits and points with high perked eyebrows at her Ma. "You are just mad me because I didn't do what you said. Because I said no when you said that I am going home with you."

"No, I am mad at you because you doubt my integrity." Jane bites back and clenches teeth. "I am responsi -"

"No," the younger woman cuts her harshly off. "No, you are not anymore, all right. You are responsible for Mom, and she is for you. And I am responsible for myself."

Jane is almost jumping up to her feet and her expression is beyond hard.

"Stop it!" Maura yells on top of her lungs and the other two women are jumping in surprise. "Both of you, stop it!" She glares at her wife and Jane seems to shrink. "You imply that Liz is wishing that you are dead. When you had the heart attack she was devastated, she was crying in public that day and told me that she can't imagine a life without us. So, don't you dare saying she would be glad when you're gone." Now, she is glaring at their daughter and Liz has to swallow hard. "And don't you dare saying that we are not responsible for you anymore. You are our daughter, Elizabeth. We will always be responsible for you, no matter how old you are. Are we sometimes helicopter mother? Yes, we are because we watched over you since the day I was pregnant with you, and we watched every single step you made since day one. So, stop making such a fuss and reconcile with each other." She raises her eyebrows high when none of them is moving. "Now!"

Jane's shoulders slump and she walks over to the young brunette, hugging her tightly. "You know I hate fighting with you." She whispers softly.

"I hate it too." Liz mumbles back and smiles a little when Jane kisses her forehead.

Maura huffs annoyed and rolls her eyes. "You two are as stubborn as a mule."

Jane and Liz are looking at her now and say in unison, "Yeah, like you aren't."

Maura blinks a couple of times and is laughing with them heartily.

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Liz is standing with Chaz, Leslie and Mark in the entrance hall and talk with them about their plans for the weekend as the all those present become quiet and the young woman turns to the entrance and her breath caught in her throat as she looks into familiar eyes but a strange face. She had heard about the rumors that Jane and her team would be about to make a arrest in the case of the cop killer.

She wasn't surprised that Jane had told her to back off, but now she can understand why. Well, as soon as she looks into the unshaved face of the man she once thought she loves.

Jane and Frankie had made a connection to Hanley as soon as Liz has mentioned that he got kicked out from police, and she had called the police station he once had worked for and got told that Hanley had a aggressive behavior and that he shot a unarmed suspect and that this man now depend on care. That Hanley also had shown sociopathic tendency sometimes.

That's what made the Italian become suspicious, because since Hanley is back in Boston, cops got shot. And it has shown once again that she can rely on her gut feeling.

Frankie takes a deep breath and places an hand on her shoulder without saying a word, squeezing it.

Adam, on the other hand, doesn't look at her at all.

Well, Jane is different. She tells her daughter with her eyes I always knew that there was something wrong with him.

Liz steps closer to the cuffed Hanley and looks into cold, dead eyes. "Will, what have you done?"

"It is just your fault," Hanley spits and the young woman almost stumbles back. "It's all your fault. You should be dead, just like the others. But when I was waiting for you, you didn't come home. So the people who I killed are on you!"

Jane can see the horrified face of her daughter and gives Hanley a shove. "Move." She growls dangerously low and ignores the fact that he yells in pain as she is twisting his wrist. I might be old, but that doesn't mean that I can't hurt you when you threaten my daughter.

Leslie and the two other male officers are standing now behind the terrified Liz to give her the feeling that she is not alone in this, but they sense that it doesn't work at all.

"What happened," Liz whispers and the pain is evident in her voice.

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Adam is finding Liz on the bench in the park that Chaz and Mark had mentioned as he asked the two men where he could find her, and sits down next to the brunette. He doesn't say a word for a minute and sighs. "He isn't the same man that you knew anymore, Elizabeth."

She doesn't move or look at him. "Maybe he is right, maybe it is -*

"And that's the point where I respectfully tell you: Shut the hell up." He cuts her off and turns his head to look at her, furling his eyebrows. "None of this is your fault, he is mentally ill. He already lost control in Seattle. Hanley almost beat a witness to death because he blamed his brother of stabbing someone, from there on it was a race to the bottom. And he shot a unarmed man, who was innocent, a d now he has to spend the rest of his life chained to bed. Getting kicked out from the job just was the last straw."

"I should have seen it coming." She says and takes a deep breath. "I should have seen it when he came to my place. I knew that something was different, that he has changed. But I blamed it on the time we haven't seen."

Adam can sense that she needs support right now and takes her hand in his own. "How on earth should you have known that something is wrong with him? The two were how long together for how long? A month?"

"Doesn't matter."

He kisses her head and nods. "Exactly, because you are not responsible for him. Maura said that in his head went a lot of things wrong. And that even she didn't saw it coming too, just like Jane."

Liz starts to laugh and looks up at him. "Can I have a certification?"

"For what?" He asks with a smile. "Um, no. But I can promise you that I am not going to kill police officers if we don't work out." He pauses and sighs. "You know, you are a complicated woman."

Liz laughs and shrugs. "I know. And hard to love, if you are not a lunatic."

Adam rolls his eyes and pulls her head against his shoulder. "Complicated, I said. I am still confused about you showing up at my place, harassing me and then leaving last night."

She straightens up and frowns. "Harassing you? Did I?"

"Shall I be honest?"

"Yes, please." She replies and sighs heavily, preparing herself for the naked truth. "No matter what happened with us, you will always be welcome at my place."

"Even if we -" Liz trails off and straightens up.

Adam furls his brows and tries to read her expression, in vain. "Even if we what?"

"If we don't work out."

"Well, I am sure if that happens we both of us are going to need a bit time, but you are also my friend and I don't wanna lose you as my friend."

"I don't want to lose you as a friend either." Liz admits and takes a deep breath.

Adam starts to fiddle with her fingers. "So, are you going to tell me what it was about last night?"

Liz simply shrugs. "I had to check something."

"How I react when you come by and kiss me?"

"Yes."

He smiles broadly and blinks against the sun. "Are you going to tell me the real reason?"

"Not yet." She answers with a smile.

Adam nods slowly and purses his lips. "Okay, I can wait."

Liz finally chuckles again all by her own and gets up to her feet. "Oh, I know."

He rolls his eyes and looks up at her. "Where are you going?"

"I do not own a desk and a chair where I can sit all day long." She replies with an arched brow and a grin and he huffs.

He shakes his head as he watches her leaving and gets up from the bench as well.

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Leslie is sitting at the kitchen island of Liz and picks at the label of her beer bottle. "And you are really okay?"

Liz looks up from the chopping board and looks long at her. She hasn't realized that she hadn't said a word as she was preparing the contents for the Texas slaw and frowns deeply. She had replied the happenings of the day in her head and had even forgotten that she is at home already. She nods slowly and wipes her hands in a kitchen towel, sipping her own beer. "Yeah, I am. I mean, I haven't killed anybody, did I?"

Leslie perks her eyebrows and shrugs. "No, but Will is your ex after all."

"So it's my fault that he became nuts?" Liz almost growls and stops her task.

"That's not what I am saying," the redhead replies. "I am saying that you have been unusually quiet after Will got arrested, and normally you are a chatterbox."

"No, I'm not." Liz says with a high-pitched voice and laughs with her friend. She signs loudly and leans with her hip against the island. "I thought Chaz would come too."

Leslie nods with pursed lips and looks at the clock on the wall. "Yeah, he said so. I don't know what takes him so long. Is Adam coming too?"

Liz hesitates for a moment and clears her throat. "I, um, I didn't invite him?"

"Why? Are you two fighting?"

"No. No, we're good, it … just didn't cross my mind."

"Good, you are a lousy girlfriend." Leslie laughs and ducks her head as the towel comes flying towards her.

"He is not my boyfriend, and I am not his girlfriend." Liz counter and looks at the door as she hears a knock. "That's probably Chaz. Can you open the door please."

"Uh-huh." Leslie says and starts to walk. "And Adam is so your boyfriend." She opens the apartment door and a broad grin appears on her lips. "Adam!"

Adam is looking down at her and holds a folder in his hand with a frown. "Hi, um, am I interrupting?"

Leslie looks over her shoulder and shakes her head. "No, not at all. Please come in."

He nods to himself and steps over the threshold. He catches the confused look of Liz and holds the folder up. "I came by to give that to you. It's a copy of the investigation file, maybe you wanna know what triggered Hanley's behavior."

She nods slowly and narrows her eyes. "You are of the fact that I shouldn't have that, right?"

"You don't have it, I do." Adam replies and places the file on the coffee table. "I only lend you the file. Take a look at it, or leave it be. I'm gonna go now."

"No, stay." Leslie pipes up and smirks as her friend glares at her. "Chaz and Mark are on their way too. It's gonna be great."

Adam can see that Liz isn't really elated about the idea. "Only if you are okay with it, Liz."

"Of course she is." Leslie states when Liz is about to open her mouth.

Liz' shoulder is slumping and glares at her friend. "Yes, I am okay with it."

"Okay then." Adam says and loosen his tie and walks towards the sink. "You need some helping hand?"

"That is new." She replies with a smile.

"That I offer you my help?"

"That you cook."

Adam chuckles and finally kisses her hello. "There are a lot of things you don't know about me."

Leslie rolls her eyes and sips her beer. Yeah, no. They are no couple, my ass.

Later that evening, Liz is standing on her balcony and enjoys the fresh air and the view of the Boston skyline after her friends have left. She flinch as soon as she feels something cold in her neck and smiles when she looks at Adam.

"I didn't mean to inflict my company on you." He suddenly says and hands her another bottle of beer.

She opens it and shakes her head, throwing the cap on the wooden table. "You really didn't, Adam."

"But you haven't talked much." He objects. "So, what is keeping your mind busy?"

Liz doesn't look at him and sips her drink. "That I care about you."

"I think we both know that it is mutual." He states.

"And that I like you, a lot."

"We know that this also is mutual."

Liz places the bottle on the table, turns to him and worries her bottom lip with a frown.

Adam is holding her gaze and tries to figure out what her expression is telling him. And then his eyebrows shoot up high as he understand. "Oh!"

Liz is blinking her tears back and shrugs. "I know that we said that we are going to see where this, what we have will take us, and I really tried hard to stay objective. And I can understand if you won't see me for a while so we can -"

He pulls her closer and she trails off. "Shut your trap." He says with a small frown and is looking into her eyes.

Liz is holding his gaze and she can see that she isn't the only one who is feeling this way. She wraps her arms around his neck with a small smile before she closes the last gap. She sighs relieved when he didn't hesitate or tell her to stop. She starts to unbutton his shirt and is sure that she's going to die because of embarrassment if he says that she has to stop immediately, but that doesn't happen in that moment.