I had to repost the story because I missed an edit on it. Set after Season 2, episode 3. Gotta love those Jane & Maura conversations…

"I can't believe we pulled that off." Jane shook her head as she pulled into traffic. "And you—for someone who can't lie, you sure pulled that off." Dark eyebrows rose as she threw a look at her friend.

Maura adjusted her seatbelt and settled further into the seat. "It wasn't a lie. Everything we said was technically true. We are best friends. And that is more than 'BFFs.'" She dug into her purse for her sunglasses and settled them into place.

The detective scoffed, taking a right turn. "Thank God he bought it. Now I'm just gonna have to explain this to Ma before Giovanni does. No—wait!" She pointed to her passenger. "You get to explain this one."

"Me?" Maura protested. "You were the one prevaricating back there."

"You prevaricated. I lied." Jane couldn't help but be pleased with herself when she caught Maura's surprise. "Prevaricate. To evade, mislead intentionally." She gestured to her friend again, "Prevaricator" and then to herself, "Liar. And least I'm honest about lying."

"But that… I think that's another flawed syllogism," Maura grumbled as they pulled onto the freeway. "Either way, you lied, too. How that does that get you out of telling your mother? It seems like prevaricating and lying, here, are the same thing."

The dark head shook. "It's not the same thing. No, it's not," she pressed before Maura could object. "I was helping my BFF out of a relationship that I clearly remember warning her about."

Maura sighed and threw her hands up in surrender. "Fine, I'll figure it out. I'll talk to her… or something."

"Yeah, good luck with that," Jane tossed back, shifting lanes smoothly, a little surprised herself at how well this car was running. "My advice? Go Google-mouth on her. Distract her with, I don't know… talking about Italian cooking or babies or something."

The medical examiner had propped one elbow against the window, her fingers tapping on the glass. She was quiet, clearly lost in thought, and Jane hoped for her sake that she was mentally preparing the entire history of the Roman empire and its influence on American food. The next words out of Maura's mouth threw her for a total loop: "Jane, I feel sorry for Giovanni."

"Maur—" the taller woman protested, taking the exit for the precinct.

Maura shook her head, refusing to leave the subject. "No, hear me out. I mean, soulmates? Jane…"

She pulled to the curb in front of the precinct and parked the car, twisting in the seat to fully face her best friend. "Maura Isles, I have two words for you: Face. Licking."

Maura's nose instantly wrinkled in disgust. "But… he was really sweet, that aside. Maybe some sort of conditioning could have changed that…"

"What? Like Pavlov and the dogs and the bell? Then you'd have him drooling on you, and that's better how?"

She sighed and collected her purse. "Did I mention that he was sweet?"

"Yes," Jane sighed, killing the engine and grabbing her cellphone. "Because he wasn't a Mass—"

"Language!" came the prompt check.

"Maura, I didn't even say it, and it's not even really a curse word," Jane pouted disentangling herself from the seatbelt as Maura did the same. She grabbed the peppers hanging from the rearview mirror and stuffed them into the glove box.

"Predictive correcting," Maura answered sunnily, playfully returning Jane's glare. She opened the door was halfway out when she heard the distinctive voice."

"Oh. My. God." Angela Rizzoli stood at the curb, gaping at the newly remade car.

"If I were you, I'd break the Giovanni/LLBFF news now," Jane hissed, glancing through the windshield to see her mother starting to circle the car, an unintelligible squeak coming from her mouth. "Yeah… good luck with that."