A little something I wrote on my own as a companion piece for 2x03.

As always, the characters aren't mine. They belong to Tess, TNT, and all those other important people.


Jane had kept a lot of things from her over the years. She distinctly remembered the first time Jane had lied to her. Jane was 4, and the little girl she so adored had looked her directly in the eye and flat out lied to her. No, she hadn't broken the vase from Grandma Rizzoli. No, she didn't know how that had happened. No, she hadn't tried to hide the shattered pieces of the vase in the garden's flowerbed. No, she didn't know why her hands were so dirty.

In fact, little Janie had insisted until she was 18 that she hadn't broken the vase, and she hadn't. During a family dinner, everyone finally found out that it had been a 2 year old Frankie that had broken the vase and, in trying to protect her little brother from the wrathful vengeance of an irate Angela Rizzoli, Janie had decided to take the heat.

She had kept the truth from her mother to protect her brother, and would have taken it to the grave with her if Frankie himself hadn't correct the perceived way of things, as Frank, Sr. was fond of saying.

It would not be the last time her daughter kept something from her. Over the years, Jane had become more and more private despite all attempts by Angela to get her daughter to open up and trust her, and Angela had tried everything from begging and pleading to bribery to threats to get her daughter to simply tell her something other than whether the food was good or if her date was coming to pick her up on time.

After the incident, as everyone called it, Jane was more fragile. The first encounter with Hoyt was difficult for the entire family, but it couldn't be as hard as it was for Jane. Angela was there by her daughter's side through the grueling hours of physical therapy Jane had to endure and, during that time, it seemed the mother-daughter bonding Angela had so craved during Jane's life might finally happen.

Jane talked to her about things she thought, things she felt. There was a real connection, and that connection only became stronger as time progressed. But, there were still secrets, and Angela suspected those doors were closed to her because Jane didn't want to hurt her; she wanted to protect her mother just as she protected her younger brother and every person in Boston.

So, when Angela went to Giovanni with cookies to tell him thank you and Giovanni asked Angela how long Jane and Maura had been together, the only reaction Angela could give was to smile and say they had known each other for a while now. After she left, however, the only thing on her mind was finding her daughter and asking her why she had kept this information from her.

It stung.

Suddenly, there was a whole section of her daughter's life she knew nothing of, and, worse than not knowing, Jane hadn't trusted her to know. Jane had kept the truth from her, and Angela could not understand why. What was Jane protecting her from this time? Had she not made it perfectly clear that she loved her daughter no matter what? Had she not been supportive? Had she not already welcomed Maura into their loving, though currently slightly dysfunctional, family already? Why would Jane not tell her this information? Why would she lie like this to her own mother?