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Jane rolled over, one arm tucking neatly under her head as she reached blindly across the bed with the other. Much to her supreme comfort and delight, the soft and sleep warmed body of Maura was still curled on her side facing away from the detective. Jane took the opportunity to scoot in closer and wrap her lithe form around the smaller woman, her free hand resting gently on the other woman's stomach.

For a time, they lay quietly together, but the peaceful silence was broken by the sound of Jane's phone.

"She has the worst timing," Jane muttered as she rolled over to answer the call. "Hi, Ma."

"Jane, are you still asleep? It's 10 o'clock in the morning! You're going to sleep the day away. Maura is already up and gone. I bet she's off doing something interesting like yoga or painting. I don't know why you don't do more things with her. You know she's…"

"Ma, why are you calling me?" With a grunt of frustration, Jane glanced over to see Maura watching her with an amused expression on her face. "And are you sure Maura even made it home last night? Didn't she have a date or something?"

"Oh, that's right! She did." Angela paused for moment, thinking. "You know, I don't think she did come home last night. Well, good for her!"

"Ma! Really?" The blush creeping across the younger Rizzoli's face did not go unnoticed by the doctor, who only smirked more.

"What? She's a grown woman, and, if she doesn't want to come home after a good date, who am I to judge? Anyway, I didn't call about that. I called to see if you could come over for dinner tonight."

"That depends," Jane closed her eyes. She could see it coming. "Who are you trying to set me up with this time?"

"What would make you think I'm trying to set you up? Can't a mother want to have a nice dinner with her daughter and a good friend?"

"When that mother is you and that daughter is me, no. Come on, Ma. Spill it." The detective sighed, struggling to sit up more in the bed.

"Okay, fine. His name is Dack Costner. He's a real estate agent, and he's really a nice boy."

"Dack? What kind of name is Dack. It sounds like a bad glue or something."

Beside her, Maura mouthed the name, one delicately sculpted eyebrow arching, and made a face of equal parts humor and bewilderment. Who named a child Dack?

From the other end of the line an exasperated sigh could be heard, followed by an equally exasperated voice. "His name is Richard, but he goes by Dack. Jane, would it hurt you to come?"

"Yeah, it might. Forget it, Ma. I told you five months ago that I wasn't doing any more blind dates, and I meant it. I'm off the market." Jane nodded definitively to herself.

"Just because you haven't found anyone yet doesn't mean you won't. Why are you so set on being an old maid? You just need to put yourself out there, sweetie, that's all. I promise, eventually the right one will come along. Don't give up hope yet."

"I haven't given up hope, Ma," Jane rolled her eyes. "And I'm not going to be an old maid. I'm actually in…" A sharp jab in her ribcage stopped her abruptly, and she glanced down to give Maura a hard look as the smaller woman began to lose her amusement and look pained, even alarmed. "I'm… work takes up a lot of my time, and the guys you set me up with are just not who I'm interested in dating, okay? Now, can we drop it? You woke me up, and I need to pee."

Angela's voice was dejected. "Okay, Jane. If you say so, but, if you change your mind…"

"I won't, but I'll call you if I do. I'll talk to you later. Love you." With another heavy sigh, Jane ended the call and tossed her phone back on the bedside table.

She sat quietly, head in her hands as if she was trying to gather some small reserve of patience that she tucked away for emergencies before calmly turning to the other woman in her bed and quietly saying, "This would be easier if we were just out."

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