Made a slight change to this chapter about Hope's family life according to the show's information about her as far as 3x05 goes.

I dug a cork screw into a new bottle of wine on the kitchen island while Maura approached her biological mother, Dr. Hope Martin, in the foyer.

"Hope, there's something I have to tell you," Maura nervously stated as she picked at her cuticles.

I was about to pull out the cork when I heard her say those words and in an instant, I froze with my fingers tightened around the top of the cork screw.

Suddenly, dishes crashed into the sink and caused everyone to jump. Maura, Hope, and I all turned to look at my mother who cringed and slowly looked back at her audience.

"Ma" I spoke through gritted teeth.

"Sorry," my mother spoke to the room and forced an embarrassed smile as she looked from me to Maura and Hope.

I whipped my head around and forced a smile of my own.

"We'll give you two some privacy," I said.

I yanked the cork out of the bottle and nervously laughed.

Hope looked at Maura with confusion when she and I made eye contact.

I mouthed "I'm sorry" to Maura and faced my mother.

"Grab the wine gasses and let's go," I whispered through tight lips.

"Oh-kay," my mother slowly whispered back as she stared at me with wide eyes and grabbed two glasses.

I guided my mother out of the kitchen and into Maura's bedroom. If I truly wanted to give Maura and Hope privacy, the best place to go would have been the guest house, but a good friend always eavesdrops.

I shut the door behind my mother, the wine still in one hand, and turned toward her. I quickly poured the wine into the glasses before my mother had much time to process what was happening.

I set the bottle on Maura's nightstand and took one of the glasses from my mother as she instinctively offered one. I turned toward the door and slid up against it, my ear pressed to the white finish of the wood.

"Jane Clementine Rizzoli! Where are your manners," my mother looked upset as she angrily whispered. "Move over so I can hear too."

I rolled my eyes and stepped aside for my mother. We shared the door as we waited and listened intently to figure out what was going on outside the room.

"Um...maybe you should...sit down for this," Maura timidly informed Hope.

"Okay," Hope warily replied.

I heard footsteps approaching the room, but they stopped short after a small time frame. I assumed they were in the living room, but I could barely tell what the hell was happening from behind a closed door.

With eyes wide in anticipation, I took my first sip of wine. I thought I heard Maura sigh before she spoke again.

"Hope..." she trailed off.

I hurried to set my glass on the nightstand next to the bottle and felt my mother's eyes on me as I wrapped a hand around the door knob.

"Jane! What e you doing," she continued to whisper.

"Back up," I forcefully whispered in response.


I didn't give my mother any time to verbalize how she felt as she jumped away from the door when I quietly pulled it open a crack. I peaked outside to see Hope sitting on the couch in the living room. She looked up at Maura as she paced the length of the coffee table over and over again.

I bit my bottom lip and tensed up. I wanted things to go over well for Maura, but if they didn't I'd be right beside her with a box of tissues and open arms.

"I don't know how to tell you this. I've never been good at personal matters, but...well, I just...I deserve to know...that I'm...glad to have met you."

I closed my eyes and sighed before I hit my head against the door frame in defeat.

"Oh," I could hear the smile in Hope's voice. "Well, I'm glad to have met you as well."

I opened my eyes and watched Hope stand.

"It's been such a pleasure working with you. In fact, I'd love it if you would join my daughter Kailyn and I for dinner tomorrow."

Maura smiled.

"I'd love to," she said.

"Great," Hope said as she pulled out a small notepad and a pen from her purse. "Here's my address. You'll have to excuse the mess, I'm afraid."

Hope tore out the paper and handed it to Maura. Maura accepted it with a smile.

"There were a few problem areas in the house that I immediately started to renovate. Bits of dry wall are everywhere," she lightly laughed.

"Oh, I'm sure it'll be fine," Maura replied.

"So nice of you to say that. If you'd like, feel free to bring your friend Detective Rizzoli with you. I'm sure my daughter would love to meet her."

"Oh...your daughter is interested in law enforcement?"

"A bit, but it's Jane's personality I think she'll appreciate most. I see a lot of it in my daughter."

"Then she'll be there," Maura's smile spread as she gave a single nod.

"Good," Hope beamed as she headed toward the door. "Dinner should be ready around seven or eight. You're welcome to come over any time after six."

"I look forward to it," Maura said as she walked Hope to the door.

"See you tomorrow night, Dr. Isles," Hope said as Maura opened the door for her.

"Good night, Dr. Martin," Maura willed herself to say.

Hope left and as Maura closed the front door, I opened her bedroom door. I walked out with a sympathetic expression while my mother slowly inched along with sad eyes and frowned.

"Oh, Maura. Why didn't you tell her," I asked as I met her between the living room and kitchen and placed my hands on her shoulders.

"I can't do that to her. She won't miss me as a daughter anyway. She never knew me as her daughter. Why put her through that pain again?"

Maura started to cry and I almost joined her.

"It's okay," I cooed as I pulled her into me.

I wrapped my arms around her back and started to soothingly rub it with one hand

"Do you want me to sty the night" I asked as I held her close.

She took a deep yet fractured breath. She nodded against me as she used one hand to pull my unruly hair out o f her face.

She clutched me for dear life and began to weep. I painfully sighed at the feeling of her heartache and refused to let her go.

"Okay," I started. "I'm gonna stay, all right? Anything you want, anything you need. I'm here."

"Thank you," she weakly spoke.

My mother tapped me on the shoulder and walked behind Maura to make eye contact with me.

"I'll be in the guest house if anybody needs anything from me. I'll see you girls in the morning."

My mother rubbed a hand against Maura's back and stepped around to face Maura as she and I broke out of our embrace.

"Love you," she told Maura and leaned in.

She gave Maura a peck on the cheek as she kept her hand on Maura's back until she pulled away from us. She nodded at me in mom-code, which I understood to mean, "Take care of her."

I nodded back and watched my mother head out to the guest house.

"Come on," I softly spoke as I signaled with my head toward the bedroom. "You'll feel better in the morning."

She nodded.


I couldn't stop myself from taking her hand and guiding her into her own bedroom. It came naturally, like muscle memory even though I'd never done it before that moment. My mind might not have known what to do for Maura, but my heart and body certainly seemed to.

I closed the door behind Maura as she went straight to the bed and allowed her knees to give.

She looked so sad and in pain. No matter what I did, I knew I would feel helpless until the matter was resolved, or at least until I saw her genuine and unreserved smile.

"Here," I handed her my glass of wine.

She accepted it and released a long breath I was unaware she'd held until that moment. She took a sip and looked down at the floor as she pulled the glass away from her lips.

I sat down next to her and ignored the untouched glass of wine originally intended for my mother. I rested a hand on Maura's thigh and looked from my hand up to Maura's wistful green eyes as she met my gaze.

"What if she hates me? What if I remind her of Doyle and she wants nothing to do with me?"

"That's impossible, Maura," I calmly said. "Why can't you see the amazing woman I see?"

"It's physically impossible to see through your eyes unless I was you, in which case, I couldn't be me and therefore wouldn't see through your eyes. I'd see with mi-"

"Slow down, Maurapedia," I smiled and lightly chuckled. "I'll tell you what I see. I see a smart, determined medical examiner I consider to be a great friend of mine. You're beautiful and goofy and know things most people don't. And in all the time I've known you, you've become less antisocial and a bigger part of my family than I could've ever imagined. It's hard for anyone not to love you."

We stared at each other in complete silence for the longest moment of my life.

She shyly, uncomfortably broke eye contact and squirmed away as she placed her glass on the nightstand.

She cleared her throat and repositioned herself to lay down on her side of the bed.

I risked her getting upset with me and climbed over her legs to reach the other side of the bed.

She didn't protest.

I laid on my right side to face her as she lay flat on her back, eyes fixated on the ceiling.

I wanted to take her hand in mine and squeeze it, but I knew she needed space to process things.

I laid there and occasionally checked to see if she'd fallen asleep yet. I wouldn't fall asleep until I knew she was out of her head and in Dreamland.

Unfortunately, three hours passed and she softly started to cry. I watched a few tears fall down her cheek. Whether she'd completely processed everything or not, I did the only thing I could do to keep control of my sanity.

I scooted closer to her and used my left index finger to wipe away a freshly falling tear.

Her breath hitched and she turned her head to look at me.

"Did I wake you," she whispered.


"It's late. You should get some sleep," she explained.

"I'm fine. It's you that should sleep."

"I can't."

I took a moment to stare into those alluring and hurt eyes of hers.

"Close your eyes," I said.


"Please," I coolly begged.

She looked me over before she obliged and closed her eyes.

"Picture your favorite place in the world or a place that relaxes you."

I waited as I listened to her breathing.

"Do you see it," I asked.

She nodded.

"I'm there."

"Good. Now..breathe in."

She inhaled.

"Breathe out."

She exhaled.


Her breathing slowed and her hands gracefully fell from over her stomach down to her sides.

"Focus on the sound of your breathing. Feel your body melting into the mattress like fudge clusters melting in their box on a hot day."

"Hmm," she moaned before her lips delicately parted like rose petals expanding in bloom.

"Where you are...there's something happening. Something good, something you like. ...You're at peace."

The corners of her mouth curled into a smile and I subtly glowed at the heart warming sight.

"You feel yourself melting again," I continued. "Your muscles relax, your brain shuts off, your heartbeat is steady, and all you see is what's in front of you now, your happy place."

I observed her as she exhaled slowly and her hand lay palm up, unclenched beside her.

"Maura," I soothingly called to her though I didn't expect a response.

She didn't say anything. She only breathed calmly, deeply.

I smiled and slowly closed my eyes.

"Goodnight, Maura."

I groaned as the new day's light hit my face. I rubbed my eyes and stretched in the bed before I realized the heavenly feel of a mattress I knew couldn't be mine.

I looked to my left with a confused expression and saw Maura sound asleep. I smiled and remembered where I was and why before I carefully sat up, trying not to wake her.

She sharply inhaled and sighed as she rolled onto her left side, which faced my side of the bed.

I nervously looked behind me as I sat on the edge of the bed and waited to see if she stirred. She didn't. I sighed with relief and faced forward again. I took a moment to stare at the wall in front of me before I stood and headed to the bathroom.

I washed my face and borrowed Maura's brush to my hair of its tangles. As I inspected myself one last time in the mirror, a smell wafted through the air vents.

I scrunched up my face in wonder and confusion as I opened the bathroom door. I crossed the bedroom and kept my eye on Maura as I made my way to the door. Thankfully, she never woke.

I walked out of the room and went straight to the kitchen. I was surprised to see my mother cooking on the stove.

"Ma, what are you doin'," I quietly asked.

"What, I thought I'd make Maura pancakes to cheer her up."

"Really," I said in an annoyed tone.

"You know, some people actually appreciate my animal shaped pancakes."

"Animal shaped? Try bunny shaped. You only ever make one animal."

A door closed in the distance and my mother and I looked to see Maura sleepily round the corner into the kitchen.

"Aw, Maura, I'm sorry. We didn't mean to wake you," I explained.

"It wasn't you," she shook her head. "I smelled food and figured I overslept."

"There's no such thing as oversleeping," my mother said as she removed the pan from the stove. "Only getting enough rest to properly function for the day ahead."

"Really, because I recall you used to literally drag me out of bed by my ankles if it was even a minute after ten A.M."

Maura lightly smiled.

My mother frowned.

"Don't make me middle name you, Jane Rizzoli," my mother warned with a spatula covered with stray bits of pancake.

I rolled my eyes.

"I made some pancakes for you," my mother smiled at Maura.

"For me?"

"I remember you said my bunny pancakes were cute so I thought they'd make a nice breakfast this morning."

"Oh, well, thank you, Angela," her smile widened and she showed some teeth.

She eased onto a stool at the kitchen island and reached out to take the plate my mother slid across the counter top.

"Thanks," Maura said again and picked up the fork that used to rest on the plate.

My mother handed her a knife and she gracefully grabbed it before she began to cut her first piece of her pancake. I smiled as I watched her eat, but caught myself before my mother could notice.

I cleared my throat and invaded Maura's personal space. I gently placed a hand on Maura's shoulder and gave it a quick rub.

"I think we should go for a run," I suggested. "What you say?"

Maura looked up at me as she finished cutting another piece.

"I don't feel up to it today, Jane. Sorry," she sweetly but sadly said before she looked down at her plate again.

She took another bite.

"You're always telling me that a rush of endorphins from physical activities are good for depression and several other negative things in a person's life. Why not take your own advice?"

"I don't think it'll help. That's all."

"Okay, Maura, I'm not pushing, but I think you should at least try to go running with me. That or do yoga and you know how much I hate yoga."

She looked up at me and I smiled in faith that she would smile back. After a moment of uninterrupted eye contact, she did.

"We can go running."

My smile spread from ear to ear.

"Yay," I softly but happily exclaimed as I did a little dance to show my joyousness.

Maura shook her head and lightly laughed.

My mother smiled at me as she looked from Maura to me. When I made eye contact with her, she winked at me and nodded with the same mom-code she used to communicate with me earlier.

I sat down on the stool beside Maura and waited for her to finish her breakfast. As I waited, my mother slid a plate across the island for me. I looked up and smiled at her.

"Thanks," I said before I started to dig in.

I tried to pace myself as Maura and I jogged around the local park not too far from her house, but I couldn't keep up with her.

"I'm all for running out your anger and frustration and everything," I panted. "But you've got to slow down."

I almost keeled over to take a break, but Maura wouldn't quit and I wouldn't leave her. I nearly killed myself as I picked up my pace until I matched her rhythm, the two of us side by side.

"I need to release more endorphins. It's not working. I want this to work."

"Okay...okay," I barely managed to say. "How about...we race...yeah?"

She quizzically looked at me.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," I said, almost completely out of breath.

"Okay. To the playground?"

I nodded with a pained expression painted clear across my face.

"Okay! One, two..."

"Three," I huffed.

We both took off in a full sprint and turned with the curves of the concrete we ran on. I pushed myself harder than I ever had before and tried to give her good enough competition to motivate her. I needed her to reach her endorphin high. I wanted things to work out for the best. I couldn't stand seeing her hurt and whatever we did together was all I could control.

I ran a few feet in front of her to spark playful aggression in her. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her kicking up dirt in a hurry and knew I'd driven her to win. I smiled to myself in a mini-celebration for my small victory. I took those victories, no matter the size, as they came every single time.

I slowed down, eighty percent because I was going to let her win and twenty percent because I was about to pass out from overexertion. She caught up to me and took a moment to meet my gaze. Then she sped off, the two of us not far from our final destination.

In a flash, Maura ran onto the playground's wood chips and slowed down before she interrupted the kids playing on the jungle gym.

It took me less than two seconds to slow myself to a complete stop. I immediately placed my hands on my knees and bent over. I coughed and spit as I felt Maura approach. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as she rested a concerned hand on my shoulder.

"Are you all right," she asked with a frown as she tried to meet my eyes.

"Mm-hm," I nodded with a sickly expression.

I felt like throwing up, but I wouldn't let her know that. My body, on the other hand, had no problem doing just that.

"Maybe you should sit down," Maura suggested.

"No, no, I just..."

I uncontrollably wobbled my way into her.

She instinctively yet awkwardly wrapped her arms around me to catch me.

"Okay," I spoke into her stomach. "Maybe I should sit down."

Maura chuckled and helped me over to one of the nearby benches. She sat me down and joined me on the bench.

I simultaneously grunted and sighed as I tipped over. My head connected with her shoulder and I closed my eyes.

She felt soft and comforting. I didn't want to leave her side even if that were physically possible at that point, which it wasn't.

"How did you do," I breathlessly asked her as I opened my eyes.

"What do you mean," she asked.

In her voice, I could hear the puzzled expression she displayed.

"Did you feel that sense of relief?"

"Oh, from the endorphins. Oh, yes. I still feel a little off, though. But I can't figure out what's causing it."

I sighed and slowly closed my eyes in defeat.

"Yoga it is."

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