"Jane Rizzoli, you unlock this door right now!" Angela's voice came through the front door of Jane's apartment with a vengeance, the pounding without mercy.

"Man, not again," Jane groaned as she shifted on the sofa, trying to move and realizing that she couldn't. "What?" She looked down to find Maura lying on top of her, the throw blanket she normally kept on the back of the sofa thrown over the both of them. She smiled as she glanced around at the floor by the sofa to see the remains of their outfits strewn about in a haphazard way. "Maura, sweetheart, you have to wake up. We managed to lock Ma out of the apartment, and someone's going to call the cops if we don't let her in. Maura?"

"Mm," Maura replied agreeably as she stood, rushing to pull yesterday's clothing back on as she called towards the door, "COMING!" Before opening it, however, she turned around, hand on the knob, to whisper, "Do you want to try to conceal this? Because if you do, you might want to put on some pants. Or a shirt. Or at least some underclothes."

"Meh," was Jane's answer as she adjusted the blanket to cover her modesty and motioned for Maura to let her mother in.

"Maura? Where's Jane? Why do you look like you slept in your clothes? Is everything okay?" Angela bust through the door, quick firing questions as she went. Her questions stopped short, however, when her eyes landed on her daughter who was still reclining on the living room sofa with nothing but a blanket. The older woman's eyes glanced around the room, taking everything in.

In an instant, her face when from confused and concerned to angry and accusing. One hand shot up, finger pointed at her daughter, "You said..."

"I did, and it was true yesterday. It's not today." Jane shrugged, eyes dancing with mischief. "Things change."

"And thank you for the vote of confidence," Maura said to Angela by way of being helpful as she resumed her seat beside Jane. "You were right. It was a lot more likely than I'd realized."

"But... but..." Angela turned to Maura, "you said... and then you both... I can't keep up!" She sat down on the coffee table, pushing a bra to the floor as she did so.

Swiftly, Maura shot a hand forth to pick up the bra and tuck it behind herself. "It's very simple," she explained. "Yesterday, we weren't. We hadn't. You precipitated... things. Well, partly it was you. Mostly it was, um, you know, just everything coming to a skull."

"To a skull?" Angela shook her head. "What?"

"To a head, sweetheart, not to a skull." Jane gave an affectionate chuckle. "Maura's right, and so were you," she winced, "and you know how much I hate saying that, so please don't make me say it again."

"I was... I was right?" The elder Rizzoli blinked, then smiled. "I was right!" The grin grew with each passing second. "Of course I was right. I'm your mother, and a mother knows about these things. See, Maura, I told you. You really did have more of a chance than you thought, and I'm glad it finally happened. It took you two long enough. But," her eyes glanced between the two of them and then to the furniture, "on the couch? People have to sit there!"

Maura giggled, unrepentant.

"Oh God, Ma! Really?" Jane rolled her eyes, groaning.

Philosophically Maura suggested, "Look on the bright side. The kitchen counter and the dining table and chairs are still safe. For now. Would you care for a sandwich?"

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