This is the sequel to my other story, "Something to Talk About." You should probably read that one first, since this picks up right where the first part left off. If you choose not to read the first story, don't complain when you're lost and confused.

If you do complain, then I will laugh, point out this author's note, and probably make fun of you. Consider yourself warned.

I'm curious, has anyone ever ACTUALLY gotten in trouble for writing a fanfic and either not including a disclaimer, or outright claiming ownership of the original characters? Does anyone actually think someone who had any legal rights to any tv/movie/book/etc character would be writing stories to post online for anyone to read, when they could be writing stories to be turned into an episode/movie/book/etc and make actual money?

No one with half a brain, a modicum of common sense, would believe me if I claimed ownership of any part of Rizzoli and Isles. I doubt anyone thinks anyone associated with the creation of Rizzoli and Isles sits around writing fanfics.

The peace lasted all of a week. A week where Jane and Maura had managed to either avoid Angela, or keep the subject away from wedding plans. After Angela showed up with a box of bridal magazines, they knew there was no way to keep her from 'helping them plan their wedding, but they were hoping to put it off for as long as possible.

It was late on Friday, when they were ambushed. They'd spent all week working a double homicide, that turned out to be a son trying to get his inheritance early. Cavanaugh told them all to go home, and not come back until Monday. They were exhausted, and no one wanted to argue with the unexpected time off.

They stopped for food on the way home, mostly because Jane insisted that she needed pizza and beer to end the week. They walked in the door, and found Angela in the kitchen. The dinner table was covered in bridal magazines. The couch and coffee table sported fabric swatches and paint samples. When she heard them walk in, she started fixing plates of food.

Jane groaned, turning to go back out the door, before Maura stopped her. "She's your mother. We both knew this couldn't be avoided. Maybe if we listen now, she'll be content to let us do the rest of the planning on our own."

She turned, mumbling under her breath and almost stomping the rest of the way into the house. "Don't hold your breath. She'll NEVER stop."

Angela smiled, walking around the counter to meet them, "You can just put that pizza in the fridge. I made you guys dinner, and pizza really isn't good for you."

Sitting in one of the stools at the counter, since nowhere else was really an option, Jane glared at her. "That's kinda the point. After this week, I just want to eat greasy pizza, drink beer, and go to bed. Probably in that order. Nowhere in there is there room for whatever THIS is." She gestured to the mess that'd taken over most of their living space.

Maura walked over and started to massage Jane's neck and shoulders. "Maybe we could listen to some of Angela's ideas while we eat our pizza. We can put the pasta away and have it tomorrow. Would that be an agreeable compromise?"

Jane didn't answer, but Angela was quick to agree. "That sounds just fine. I'll just get this put away and clean up a bit before we start. You guys can eat while I get situated. Jane, I don't want you getting greasy fingerprints on any of my magazines or samples."

Ignoring her, Jane opened the pizza box to grab a piece, taking a huge bite. Maura smiled at her, before going to grab plates and drinks. Sitting down, she handed Jane her beer before putting a piece of pizza on her own plate. They ate in silence while Angela bustled around them. The pizza was almost gone when they finished eating.

Angela cleared away their dishes before ushering them over to the magazine strewn table. "Ok, I thought we could decide on colors, first. You're having a spring wedding, right? I was thinking red and gold. Red is the color of love, after all, and gold goes so well with both your complexions."

Jane's response was immediate, decisive, and short, "No."

Angela looked to Maura, clearly hoping she'd help convince Jane. "Come on, Janie. You didn't even think about it, and you didn't give Maura a chance to respond. What if she likes the idea? You can't just decide something without thinking about it and discussing it with everyone else."

Feeling Maura's hand squeeze her thigh under the table, Jane sighed. "Ma, do you remember what we do for a living? We solve murders. Now, I don't care if red is the color of love. In our line of work, red is the color of blood. There will be NO red in our wedding. And I don't want to have a spring wedding."

Not missing a beat, Angela shuffled some of the magazines around. "Ok, so a summer wedding? Not quite as pretty as all the spring flowers, but less likely to have bad weather. Since you don't want red, then maybe a nice pink and white. Pink is still the color of love, and it will look lovely in a summer wedding."

Turning to Maura, Jane smiled hesitantly, "We haven't talked about it, but I was thinking maybe a winter wedding. I don't want it too close to Christmas or Valentine's Day, so I was thinking maybe the middle of January?"

Maura smiled sweetly, "That sounds lovely. When doesn't really matter to me. I have no particular attachment to any one season or month. So, the middle of January sounds good, to me. We can work out an exact date when we start looking at locations."

Angela sputtered, frowning a little. "But January's only a few months away. I'm not sure how well pink will work with a winter wedding, but I'm sure we can figure something out. Oh, they'll have Valentine's Day decorations out, so we can get little pink and white cupids to decorate with. I just don't know how we're going to manage to get everything planned by then."

Giving Jane a small wink, Maura spoke calmly, "I'll start looking for a wedding planner in the morning. They'll have contacts and resources that will help speed the process along. It will also mean most of the small details actual preparations will be handled by someone else. We'll still make the decisions, but won't have to worry about how to implement them. With our often unreliable schedules, it's much more practical. It just wouldn't be fair for you to end up doing all the work, Angela."

Sitting back, Angela sighed. "Well, if you're sure. I don't really see the need to waste money to pay someone for something I can help you with. But, I guess it will make planning easier if someone else is running around buying everything. As long as this wedding planner understands they don't get to just make decisions on their own. You don't want to end up with someone who ignores your wishes. It's your wedding day, after all."

Jane rolled her eyes, managing to hold back before snorting in disbelief. "Don't worry, Ma, we won't let that happen. Now, it's been a long day, at the end of a long week. I want to go to bed. Please clean this mess up before you leave. We can talk more about the wedding after we pick a planner."

They lay in bed, listening as Angela cleaned up and left.

Jane sighed in relief, finally relaxing fully. "So, this wedding planner will be able to keep Ma from turning our wedding into a pink and white cupid filled nightmare?"

Chuckling, Maura lifted her head from Jane's shoulder to look at her. "Yes. When we talk to the planners, before we hire one, we'll explain the situation. A good planner will be able to take what we want and make the ideas better, and hopefully make Angela think she planned the whole thing. Even if Angela wasn't so insistent on helping, I would still want to hire a planner. It really will make things much easier on us. A good wedding planner will have experience planning dozens of weddings. They'll not only have contacts we lack, but will know what works and what doesn't. And, we can specify that there is not to be any pink, or cupids, anywhere in our wedding."

Kissing her forehead, Jane closed her eyes to sleep. "Ok, good. I love Ma, but she's not allowed to plan our wedding."

A/N: This chapter was short, but I wanted it to be. It's kind of an introduction/teaser and is more to get the story started, than to actually do much with the plot.

As I said at the end of my last story, feel free to PM me wedding ideas (I need bad ideas for the girls to veto when Angela suggests them). If you think of something really cool, spectacularly tacky, romantically sweet, over the top, or just a random detail you feel like sharing, then let me know. I can't promise it'll end up in the story, but there's always a chance.

I have no experience planning a wedding, and have only been to a few. I was never one of those girls that sat around and thought about what her dream wedding would be like. In fact, I don't think I ever even thought about getting married when I was younger. The few ideas I do have, if I ever have my own wedding, just don't fit our girls.