Rizzoli & Isles – I certainly don't own them. I give a lot of credit to the people that do and thank them for letting me mess about with them for a bit. The story and any original characters that might crop up belong to my addled little brain.

Everyone you can thank snowinmysoul for disrupting her life to play beta :) Many warm thanks from me :)

Another story from my tumblr prompt request. fortunas-wheel this one is for you – thanks for the prompt!

To all - I'll reveal the prompt at the final chapter.

So if Syncopation was written to give some laughs with a small side of M…. this one is written as an excuse for M with a side of laughter. A little bit PWP but robust enough that I hope you'll still enjoy it.

Anticipate another 6-shot here.

Frost hit the save button with a flourish. "And I am done!" He leaned back in his chair with a sigh. "I don't think I have been this happy in a long time to have a couple of days off and we're not next up for a couple of calls." He picked up his Red Sox stress ball and squeezed it a few times before launching it at Jane's head.

Catching the ball, Jane rolled her eyes. "I take it you would like my attention?"

"Well it is customary when one person talks that the other at least acknowledge the conversation in some form." Frost grinned and pointed to Kosak's empty desk. "Besides our fearless leader is already over and out."

Jane groaned. "Don't remind me. My mother sent him an email that she made brownies today. It's all he could talk about since lunch. Only they both think I'm too stupid, or too dense to figure out that 'brownies' is little more than a code for 'have coffee together and gossip like schoolgirls.'" Just thinking about it made Jane's stomach turn. "Ugh, and Korsak has a schoolgirl crush on her. I mean, seriously, that is my mother."

Rubbing his hand together, Frost grinned. "Sounds like a reason to drink to me." When Jane's face fell he sighed. "Why do I have a feeling you can't go?"

"Because I can't. Not tonight." Jane rubbed her forehead. "It's cousin Teresa's birthday."

Frost waited but for some reason Jane seemed to think that this explained everything. "So what, you have a family party tonight?"

Jane looked back to her computer and reread the case notes she had just added before hitting save and closing out. "No, nothing like that." She stood up and grabbed her keys off the desk. "I have to bake a cake."

"You have to bake a cake?" Frost was trying to link the pieces together and gave it his best shot. "For Teresa I take it? That's sweet Jane."

Jane shook her head. "No. I have to bake the cake because of my mother. Teresa's birthday is the cause but the cake is for Ma."

Now Frost was positive he was missing a crucial part of the story. "It's cousin Teresa's birthday but you are baking a cake for Angela?"

Jane nodded. "Pretty much. I mean I could have gotten married or at least presented a steady boyfriend but I'm striking out in that department. I couldn't even get Casey to have a drink with me without Ma interfering." She shrugged. "So I'll bake the stupid cake." Frost was staring at her, his forehead wrinkled and Jane narrowed her eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Frost blinked, going over the conversation in his head. "You realize none of what you said makes any sense?"

"It does if you're me." When Frost continued to stare at her, Jane groaned. "I don't have the patience tonight to go into it. Trust me. It was a long, long, night last night with my mother." Jane headed for the door with Frost at her back. "I'm going down to say goodbye to Maura. You want me tell her to head over to the Robber?"

"She isn't going to help you?"

Jane rubbed the back of her neck muttering "Not unless she is ready to ask me to marry her." She pulled open the door and when she looked back to hold it for Frost he was standing in the middle of the room wide-eyed. "Oh for the love of God. Not like that." She watched him continue to stare at her."You know what? I really don't have time for this. Ask my brother to explain it."