Angela Rizzoli was petitioning heaven for the fifth time, by Jane's count, albeit this time in sotto voce as the detective slid out the passenger door. The tall brunette intentionally kept the car between them, stepping clockwise at the same pace as her mother circling the car. "Hey, so, um … it looks… really special, huh?" Glancing to Maura, who was following closely behind Angela, she mouthed tell now, distracted… go!

"Well, it's actually really nice, um, contrast—the red and the grey," Maura piped up. "Just think how much easier it will be to find in a parking lot."

Frankie rushed out to join them, stopping short at the curb, his mouth open.

"It's… it's kinda hip, right?" Angela asked uncertainly.

Jane gestured for Frankie to help out, her hands caught mid-air as her mother rounded the front of the car and looked up at her. She pressed her lips together, one hand dropping and the other running through her hair. "Yeah, definitely. And, uh, like Maura said, you'll always know where it is in the parking lot. And…" She gave her brother a small kick.

"Ow—uh, plus, nobody's gonna steal a car like that," Frankie finally spoke. "'Cuz it'd be too easy to spot, ya know?"

"Yeah," Angela answered, still a little uncertainty in her voice. "It's…it's nice. I mean, it runs, why should I complain? I need to call up Giovanni, and thank… him. Yeah. Oh, look, the steering wheel cover. I always hated how hot that was in the summer, that looks soft." She slid into the driver's seat, hands running over the fuzzy leopard print material."

"Okay, you're on your own," Jane hissed to her best friend, warily rounding the trunk and coming toward the driver's side as Maura scowled and slid back into the passenger's side.

The medical examiner began to point out the new features, adding in the less-visible improvements like the much-needed water pump. "Giovanni said he was glad to do it. It is a little overboard, but he was really excited. He said he just went with it."

With a nod, Angela gave Maura's hand a squeeze. "That's it. I'm making that boy some dinner. Hey, I know, dinner for both of you. You like him, huh? He was such a nice kid."

"Well, um," Maura grabbed for the cell phone. "Actually, you shouldn't… I mean, you should limit your exposure to the cell phone. Cell phone usage and links to cancer are inconclusive at best, but I think you should, ah… consider—"

"Maura Isles, are you trying to get out of telling me something? Don't think I don't know what you're doing. I raised three kids, and God knows Janie was the queen of that kind of stuff," Angela accused, twisting in her seat to give her best 'mom' look.

The redhead's mouth opened, closed, and opened again, and she tried to look out the window behind Angela to find her best friend.

"Was it something about the car? Or Giovanni?"

Jane leaned against the car, leaning against the open window as her friend fumbled for words. There was no way she would trade places with Maura. She had been on the receiving end of Angela Rizzoli's inquisition enough times to know where this was going.

"Giovanni," Maura answered, arms crossing. "We sort of let him think JaneandIwereinarelationship," she rushed through. "But anyway, look how interesting your car is, and the water pump is fixed."

Angela raised a hand, and Jane pushed back from the car, sensing what was coming. "Wait, you and Jane said you were in a relationship?" She twisted back around quickly, hand reaching out to snag Jane's sleeve. "Hold on, there, missy. What's this about? Jane, are you two in a relationship or are you liar? I didn't raise my kids to be liars."

"Ma, wait, what… Maura's telling you that, and you just… How is this my fault?" Dark eyes flickered to Frankie, but he was staring at her, looking back and forth between his sister and the medical examiner.

"Jane Rizzoli, answer my question, are you two in a relationship?"

"No, Ma, come on. You know we're just best friends. Giovanni was getting all … skeezy on Maura, and she brought it up, and I went with it. Just don't… he's not right for her, so just leave it." Jane glared at her brother, knowing he was still trying to work it out. "Frankie, stop looking at us like that."

"Janie," Angela said, starting in with her concerned parent look, "You know, if you decided that you were into that, I mean… I can deal with it. I'm on the up and up, you know. Besides, we love Maura. She's already family."

"Really, Angela, that's so sweet," Maura spoke up, giving her most endearing smile. "But, no, that was only a ruse. Giovanni, although charming, simply wasn't a match. Although if that offer of dinner is still good, I'll take you up on it. And he did ask for some cookies, and I'd be willing to help you."

Angela gave a nod of approval and started the engine. "Okay, dinner for you, and thank you for getting the car fixed up, Maura."

"Hey!" Jane protested, "What about me? I don't get dinner? I didn't even start all this!"

"I didn't raise my daughter to lie," came the succinct answer. "Frankie, you coming later?"

"I gotta work later, I'm still on shift, but you can send some leftover, that'd be great," the youngest Rizzoli answered, leaning down to give his mother a peck on the cheek before and smirking at his sister as he sauntered back inside.

Jane sighed, arms crossing. "Well, can I at least get a ride? Maura picked up, and I don't have my car."

"Get in the back," Angela sighed, waving her to the back as if she were a pesky fly.

"Angela, isn't the recipe for four? And, besides, Jane was trying to help."

Angela sighed, eyes rolling as she buckled her seatbelt. "Alright, alright." She turned in her seat and gave her daughter a no-nonsense look. "But you're doing the dishes."