AN I actually wrote this a while ago, but wasn't sure if it was worth updating or not.

Dr. Maura Isles set by the kitchen island with a generous cup of freshly brewed 'panda poop' tea, enjoying the peaceful afternoon. She had the latest issue of some medical journal splayed out in front and her hazel-green eyes were scanning the pages unhurriedly as she sipped the hot beverage. With her children in school and her wife still sleeping, the house seemed unusually quiet. Even Jo jr. was slumbering on the carpet near the window, enjoying the laziness of the afternoon sun. Bass was probably doing pretty much the same under his heat-lamps.

It was one of those rare days when the citizens of Boston somehow managed to avoid being stabbed, strangled, shot, poisoned or murdered in another, more creative, way. So the good doctor didn't have much to do at the precinct.

Alas, her peaceful afternoon was soon interrupted by a loud noise of the front door being kicked open and then forcefully banged shut.

"I'm home," A husky voice carried from the entrance-hall.

Maura sighed, her eyes never leaving the journal. A second later her daughter walked into the kitchen.

"The door has done nothing to you, Haley." She said, shaking her head slowly. She wondered why her daughter held a grudge against the piece of wood that was their front door.

Then she noticed that Haley carried something in her left hand. At first, she thought it was a gym bag, but Haley placed it on the kitchen island with a grunt and in sheer horror Maura noticed that it was not a gym bag, in fact it wasn't a bag at all, but a baby basket.

Dr. Isles began to panic.

"Haley, what, what is that?" Maura asked, fear slowly creeping in her voice.

"Your grandchild," the young girl shrugged with a straight face, plopping down on the chair on the opposite side of her mother. Not bothering to take off her coat. She pulled the fruit basket closer and popped several grapes in her mouth, without paying much attention to the effect her words had on the older woman.

Maura felt all too familiar heat rising around her neck and chest as her breathing started to pick up.

"My, my what?" The doctor was on the verge of fainting.

The slight shriek in her mother's voice made Haley look up. Her eyes widened and she shot up from her seat, "Oh god, mom, no! It was a joke!" She grabbed the baby-basket and turned it towards Maura. "It's just a stupid toy, see," and really, Maura saw a very real-looking doll strapped in the basket. "I'm sorry, it was a stupid joke." She added, looking worried.

"Gosh, Haley," Maura breathed in deeply for several times with her hand clutched at her chest, "you scared me for a minute."

"Sorry," Haley repeated again, smiling sheepishly, "but, c'mon, where would I get a child this fast?"

"Well, ever since Jane's accident all those years ago I can never be too sure about these things."

"Moom, you know I don't have that kind of scar!" Haley whined, rolling her brown eyes that looked exactly like Jane's, "the one I have on my leg is from that bike accident! You were there when that happened."

"Well, that's true," the doctor finally managed to calm down and agreed reluctantly, "In any case, you know I never wanted you to think that there's anything wrong with having an intercourse. Especially at your age it's only natural, but I've always asked you to be safe..."

"Oh god, please no!" Haley exclaimed covering her ears, "not another sex talk! You do realise you're probably the only parent ever to push her children into having sex, right?" The girl's face scrunched up at the last word, her cheeks heating up from embarrassment.

"I'm not pushing you into anything, Ley." Maura shook her head, "and I know that most parents' approach to this subject slightly differs from mine..."

"Slightly, right," they heard a snort from behind, as the detective made her way to her wife and very uncomfortable-looking daughter. She shuffled Haley's hair, which made the girl squirm away from her with a smile and kissed her wife on the top of her head while Maura watched her with narrowed eyes.

"As I was saying before your mother interrupted us, I'm well aware that not everyone treats this subject the same as us. Pushing you into something you don't want has never been my intention, but I also don't want you to be ashamed and regretful if such need arises."

That once again was answered with horrified expression on Haley's face and an uncomfortable cough from Jane.

Oblivious to all this, Maura continued, "and I certainly don't want you to catch STD or other venereal disease as the result of being naive and clueless."

"Is it-"

"The desire to procreate is part of being a human..." at this point Maura had gone into the full blown Dr. Isles form, reading a lecture about benefits of having sex and sexual behaviorism.

"God, I just naively thought it was over. Should've known better." Haley muttered to herself in a low voice. Her ma, who now set beside her, grunted in agreement.

The sound of knocking on the front door broke Maura out of her spontaneous lecture.

"Ah, that would be my partner in procreating this piece of plastic." Haley pushed up from the chair and went to greet her guest, feeling happy about the much needed distraction.

"What's this doing here? And what was she talking about?" Jane asked her wife about the toy while their daughter was gone. "And more importantly, wanna go out later?" She added with a seductive smirk.

Before Maura had a chance to answer to any of asked questions, Haley came back with a familiar looking dark-haired girl in a tow.

"Ah, Bonjour, Claire," Maura smiled at the girl brightly.

"Bonjour, Dr. Isles, detective Rizzoli," Claire smiled back politely.

"Hello," Jane greeted simply, "so, what's this about?" She glanced over at the baby-basket on the island.

"Home ec class at school," The young Rizzoli-Isles said with annoyance as she motioned the French girl to sit by the kitchen island.

"They still do that? God, I hated that class!" Jane huffed. Her face scrunched up at remembering her own home economics class.

"I know, right?" Haley agreed wholeheartedly.

"But how did you two get paired up?" The detective inquired.

"The teacher was only pairing up boys with girls and I kinda told her it was unfair to same-sex couples. Then Claire backed me up on that and here we are."

"I didn't know you were a couple," Maura grinned with excitement.

"We're not," Both girls denied quickly, stealing glances at each other with horror.

Her parents looked at her with questioning eyes, so she add with a shrug, "I just felt like disagreeing with the teacher."

Now both sets of eyes shifted to Claire, silently asking about her input on the matter.

"Well, she had a valid point." The young girl replied simply. Although, now that she was paired up with Haley, she wondered if it was worth the fuss she had gone through in the class.

"Oh," the doctor seemed a little disappointed with the motives behind Haley's actions (and, well, about the fact that they were not a couple), but still very much proud of her daughter, "that is a very brave thing to do. Well done, you two!" She smiled at them with appreciation, "But what do you need this doll for?"

"They're teaching us how to look after a child," Claire answered because Haley seemed too caught up in eating grapes.

When she finally swallowed, the young Rizzoli-Isles said, "I don't know, that thing cried the whole way from school. If it keeps that up you can bet I'm not having any children."

"Don't call him an it," Claire huffed.

"Well it's not a he, either." Haley countered.

"What? Why? You obviously don't care, just now you referred to him as a thing."

"'Course I do! I'm a very responsible fake-parent."

"Okay okay," Jane tried to brake off their staring, well, more like glaring contest, "can't you two compromise, or something?"

"Uh, well it could be a hermaphrodite, I guess..." Haley complied hesitantly. She heard a faint laughter from her left, where the other fake-parent set.

"Haley, that's not funny." Maura glanced at her with disapproval.

"Sorry," Haley rolled her eyes.

"Have you checked? That's only sure way to know. Would you like a cup of tea, Claire?"

"That would be lovely, thank you."

"Haley?"

"Yeah yeah," Haley nodded as she took the baby out of the baby-basket quite carelessly, "not that panda-thing though. Ha! Told you, it's a girl!" Haley grinned in victory, while Claire, who had joined her to avoid being lied to, scowled, "I shall call you Wednesday."

"After the fourth day of the week?" Her mother looked at her curiously, making Jane crack-up.

"After Wednesday Addams," Haley laughed too.

Even Claire smiled a little and it brought an involuntary pout on the doctor's face.

"So, uh, what now?" Haley asked when the tea was drank and the cookies all eaten.

Everyone glanced at the doll that was resting innocently in a comfortable seat. As if on cue, it, well Wednesday, released a loud cry. All four of them jumped in their seats, not expecting the sudden outburst.

"Well then, we should leave you guys to it," Jane stood up and grabbed Maura's hand, pulling her wife with her away from the kitchen.

"But, Jane, don't you think we should help?" Maura seemed a little hesitant to leave the girls with a shrieking toy.

"Nah, they'll be fine. They have to learn, right? Besides, it's a fake kid. And hopefully it'll scare Haley enough to avoid getting a real one for at least ten more years."

"Oh, well that makes sense." The doctor had to agree.

"'Course it does." The detective replied with a cocky shrug, "so, you want to go out?" She repeated the question from earlier.

Maura grinned at the thought, since they hadn't gone out in quite some time.

"I do," she pressed her lips to her wife's, "where are we going?"

"Dunno, let's see where our feet take us."

"Oh, a spontaneous date!" The doctor exclaimed, feeling more excited than ever.

On one late afternoon, feeling a little hungry, Luca walked into the kitchen only to come face to face with one of the strangest situations of his life. That situation being his sister throwing away what looked a lot like a dirty diaper, while Claire tried to calm down a crying infant. The boy stopped at the entrance dumbfounded. He hadn't heard crying in his room, because of the headphones he was still wearing. So you can imagine how strange the scene appeared to Luca. He quickly shut off his Ipod.

"Oh, for God's sake, why isn't it stopping?" Haley whined.

"I don't know, I tried everything! Here, you take her!" Claire whined right back.

"Just put it in the carrier, maybe that'll help."

"Maybe she's hungry."

"Well then feed her."

"You feed her, it's your child too."

"It isn't anyone's child, it's our assignment," Haley reminded her with a scoff.

"Well, I changed our assignment's diaper, now it's your turn to feed her." Claire scoffed back.

"Ugh, fine!" Haley gave in, "where's the food?"

"Okay, what's going on here? Haley, I know we talked about this the other day, but I didn't think things were this serious," the last part he said only loud enough for his sister's ears.

Claire was shuffling through the bag looking for the food for Wednesday.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Haley snapped at him harshly, not really in a mood for joking, "we're kinda busy."

"Oh is this the home ec class assignment?" The confusion on Luca's face was replaced with genuine amusement, "wait, how come you two are partners? And how come you aren't fighting?" So far what he witnessed was a mild disagreement.

"We did that at school," Haley answered.

"And after school," Claire added with a nod.

"Yeah, we're good for now," The soccer player laughed, taking the bottle with fake formula from her partner and started feeding the toy.

"Thank god," the three of them sighed when the cries died down.

After a few minutes the bottle was empty and the toy still quiet.

"How are we going to keep it up for a week?"

"Okay, first of all, I'm not taking it to school. And you'll have to take it when I'm on practice."

"She's not an it and why do I have to carry her to school?"

"Just hear me out," Haley stopped her, "I'll get her after school."

"And during my choir club practices," Claire added, "what about nights?"

Suddenly Haley was hit by a brilliant idea, "Hey, maybe we should hire a nanny."

"No way, kiddo. It's your assignment and you're gonna do it yourselves." Jane smiled apologetically.

"Ugh, fine." Haley deadpanned, then she turned to Claire, "How about we both get her for three nights?"

"What about the seventh?"

"You could stay over," Jane suggested nonchalantly, ignoring her daughter, who was shaking her head vigorously as well as her very amused son.

"Um..." The French girl was about to decline, but Luca was quick to interfere.

"Hey, it's only fair," He said, "Besides, we could work on that new song."

For the first time Claire wished she hadn't joined the school choir.

"I could stay over I guess," She said after a few moments of silence.

"It's a deal then." Haley sighed, making her partner frown. Now Claire actually wanted to stay solely for the reason that she could piss off the taller girl.

Luca watched the whole interraction with a smile. 'This is way better than TV,' he thought, 'gonna be one interesting week.'