Author Note: I am so glad to be back with the sequel to In A Moment. It's taken a little while to get the idea just right, but I'm finally making progress. This chapter is sort of an introductory chapter to set the scene. The first part was obviously very angsty, and whilst the sequel will not be without angst, there should be some happier moments, too. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I still don't own Rizzoli and Isles. *sigh*


"Look, Toby, t, that's an American Black Duck, it's a common wat, water bird on this river, and it's got a darker, more chocolate c, coloured body than the female Mallard Duck," Maura said, enunciating the word 'duck' and pointing at the water. "And those are Ring-necked D, ducks, those are Mommy's favourite."

Jane stopped beside them and raised an eyebrow. "You're doing it again."

"Doing what?" Maura asked, setting off again along the footpath.

"Talking to him like he graduated college already," said Jane, following.

"It is crucial to his language development that we talk to him p, properly, that way he will learn correct grammar and…pronunciation. It's important that he learns words in context."

Jane folded her arms across her chest. "You can't just say, 'look Toby, duckies,' just once?"

"Why?" Maura asked, shrugging her shoulders. "They are not called duckies and it is in, incorrect to make Toby think otherwise."

"Except every other child his age calls them duckies, do you want to make him an outsider?"

Maura stopped walking. She turned to Jane. "I know you think you're looking out for T, Tobias's best interests, but he's my son and…I get the final say."

"But," Jane began, her attention pulled away by a cyclist slamming her breaks on in front of them, stopping inches from the baby's stroller. Maura jumped back, pulling it with her, and slipping on the damp grass beside her. Jane reached a hand out to stop her from falling. When she was satisfied that nobody was hurt, she turned her attention to the young woman unbuckling her safety helmet. She took a step towards her. "Watch where the hell you're going."

"I, I'm sorry," she said, taken aback, her eyes wide and apologetic.

"Yeah, you should be," Jane said. "Someone could be killed. This is a pedestrian route. If you wanna ride like an idiot, use the road."

"I'm really sorry." She climbed off her bike and pushed it round the side of them. "At least nobody was hurt."

"Nobody, Maura," Jane said, turning to glance at her. "Did you hear that? We have a baby here. If you hadn't stopped when you did he'd be in the water. Got that?"

"I said I was sorry. I don't know what more I can say."

"We accept y, your apology, have a nice day," Maura said.

The young woman forced a smile and pushed her bike onwards. Jane watched as she reattached her helmet, and a few yards away, pushed back off on her bike. When Jane turned her attention back to Maura's dagger eyes, she recoiled.

"What?"

"You c, couldn't have been a...a little nicer to her?"

"She nearly ran you into the river!" said Jane, holding her hand out dramatically towards the water. "You can't tell me that she wasn't in the wrong for going too fast."

"She was going too fast," Maura said, much calmer. "But…nobody was hurt."

"We have been through too much this last year for you to be killed by a cyclist."

"Don't you think you're overreacting…a little?"

"Don't you think you're under-reacting considering your son was nearly killed."

"Over dramatic, much?"

"Seriously?"

"I don't know what more you want me to say," said Maura, running a hand over the baby's head and smiling at him. "Toby is…fine. I'm fine. The only one who isn't fine is y, you, and that's not because you were nearly knocked into the river. Can we just en, enjoy your day off?"

"I'll try," Jane said, putting one foot in front of the other before stopping again. "She's kind of ruined it now. It's too dangerous here. What if she comes back with a group of hairy bikers?"

"On bicycles?" Maura asked, smirking.

"It could happen."

Maura's face lit up. "We could always go back to the Museum of Science. They have a new dinosaur exhibit with fossils from the early Cretaceous period."

"Oh yay," Jane said, sarcastically, holding up her hands in mock-glee. "The early Cretaceous period! That's the best."

"Are you mocking me?"

"You've already dragged us around the the Museum of fancy Arts, the other museum of fancy arts, Harvard Museum of dinosaur bones and the Boston Children's Museum. I don't think there's anywhere else left."

Rolling her eyes, Maura sighed. "Of course there is, there's the Peabody Museum, the MIT Museum, Paul Revere House, the African Meeting House, to name a few."

"How do you know all of these places?"

"Unlike you, I pay a…attention to what is going on around Boston."

"Why do you keep taking me to these places, Maura?" Jane asked, stamping her foot petulantly. "I haven't been to a game in months!"

"There's nothing stopping you going to a game, Jane."

"Err, yeah there is," she said, motioning to the stroller. "You won't let me take Toby."

Maura tilted her head. "Whilst I am more than happy for Toby to learn about b, baseball, he is too young to go to games. Have you seen how fast those…balls go? What if one flew into the crowd and hit him?"

"Unlikely," Jane said. "But if in any event it did happen, I would totally catch it before it got anywhere near him, then depending on who hit it, demand we get it signed so we can pay for his first car."

"I said no," said Maura. "And his first car will cost more than a baseball."

"Fine." Jane folded her arms, her face lighting up. "You know, he's too young for all of the other museums, too."

"I highly doubt that."

"The Museum of fancy Arts, Maura? He's a baby. He doesn't even know the difference between the colours yellow and green, how is he supposed to appreciate Jean-Claude Van Damme?"

"The Museum of Fine Arts," she corrected. "I'm not sure who V, Van Damme is, but he's not a painter."

"The sunflower guy."

"Van Gogh."

"Yeah. Him."

"Toby loved the sunflowers when I showed him a print. I think he liked the colours."

"He did?" Jane shook her head and looked down at Toby. "You did? Are you trying to betray me here, buddy?" She glanced back at Maura. "My point is, please, please, can we go someplace else?"

"How about we just go home?"

"But it's boring at home."

"I'll let Toby watch the game with you on the television."

"I suppose we could do that," Jane said, glancing around nonchalantly.

"I'll allow you two beers, no more," Maura said. "We can even get some take-out pizza for dinner."

"From Mancini's?" Maura nodded. "Deal."

A couple of hours later, Jane sat down on the couch in Maura's living room with Toby, dressed in a tiny Red Sox jersey, on her lap.

"He'll grow out of that quicker than his last one," Maura said, sitting down beside them.

"Then I'll buy him another one," Jane said, jiggling him around on her knees until he started giggling. "Won't I, Tobes?"

"Toby," Maura said.

"Come on, Maura."

"He is my son and I want him to have a good start in life," she said. "I do not like the nickname Tobes."

"You don't have to like it, he does. And you love it, don't you?" Jane lifted him onto his feet. At the same moment, he opened his mouth and vomited down his clothes.

"I guess not," Maura said, smirking.

"It's a good job we bought you both colours, isn't it?" Jane said, standing up and lifting him onto her hip. She carried him across the room towards the stairs. She lifted her foot onto the bottom step when the doorbell went.

"Ooh, pizza!" Jane said, diverting to the door. She pulled it open, and came face to face with the cyclist from earlier in the day.

"Oh," she said, her shoulders sunk and the light disappeared from her face. "It is you."

"What's me?" Jane asked, confused. "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you, I think. Are you Jane Rizzoli?"

"I am. Who are you?"

"I really didn't want it to be you," she said, more to herself than to Jane.

"I don't mean to be rude," Jane said, gritting her teeth. "But I don't exactly have all day."

"I'm your daughter."


Author Note: So...that's a bit of a cliffhanger...