"Damn it," Jane grumbled as she rolled onto her back and threw her hand out toward her nightstand. Blindly groping as she tried to open her eyes, she finally found her cell. "Yeah, Rizzoli."

"Jane! Where have you been? I've been calling you for the past two hours."

Angela Rizzoli's voice rang out through the phone, and her daughter rolled her eyes, shifting to sit up in bed and look at the clock. It was four in the afternoon. "I was asleep, Ma."

"Asleep? At this time of the day? Are you sick? Do you need me to come over?"

Jane glanced down at her bed, smiling at a messy haired and sleepy eyed Maura Isles looking back her. The smile quickly turned to a panicked expression as her mother's question registered. "No! No, do not come over. We're fine…um… I'm fine. I'm fine! I'm good. I was… uh… Maura and I had a Star Trek movie marathon, and it ran long."

"I didn't know Maura was a Star Trek fan."

Maura scooted up in the bed, not bothering to pull the sheets up with her, leaving her nude body exposed as she cuddled up to the sheet covered detective. "I think she's developed an appreciated for it. I mean, I'm pretty sure she's a Picard/Crusher shipper, anyway."

"What do ships have to do with… you mean Captain Picard has a ship named Crusher? I thought he was the captain of the Enterprise, or was that Captain Kirk?"

A giggled from the other woman clued Jane in that she could hear Angela's responses. Jane sighed. "No, Ma, it's a term that means… Okay, you know what? It doesn't matter. Was there a reason why you were calling?"

"Yes, I wanted to tell you to wear that cute little black dress to dinner tonight."

"No, Ma, you are not setting me up on another blind date. Besides," Jane pulled her portion of the sheet up, inviting Maura to snuggle closer. The honey brunette did so, wrapping around Jane, causing the lanky woman to shutter at the very welcome skin-to-skin contact. She dropped the sheet, as she continued on, "I have plans with Maura tonight."

"I'm sure Maura would understand if you told her that I invited that nice lawyer from two trials ago to come have dinner with us."

Maura shook her head in the negative, squeezing Jane possessively. "Mine," she growled under her breath.

"I'm thinking probably not, Ma. Look, Maura and I already have plans. It's Saturday. We're going to finish the marathon, eat dinner, and do each… stuff. We're going to do stuff. We have planes. You'll just have to do something with your dinner guest. I'm not interested."

"Jane, why do you have to be so difficult? It's dinner! Maura can come, too."

Her daughter rolled her eyes. "Sorry, we have plans. We're together tonight."

In a quiet voice, Jane heard Maura add, "And every night thereafter."

"Okay, fine! Be alone for the rest of your life. You know, one of these days Maura is going to find someone, and then what are you going to do? She can't always be your marathon partner, Jane. She has a life. She has needs."

"I know that, Ma. Listen, I'll come over tomorrow, and you and I can talk about it. I," she glanced down at the top of the unruly hair before her, "have a couple of things I think you should know about all of that, but not today, okay? Today I'm spending with Maura."

"Whatever. Call me tomorrow before you come over."

"I will, Ma. Love you." Jane placed the phone back on her nightstand. "Tomorrow's going to be super full of drama. Are you ready for that?"

Maura sat up again, facing the other woman. "You don't have to tell her, Jane. I can understand if you don't want people to know about the change in our relationship."

"Maura, we work with detectives, my mother lives with you, and my youngest brother has the hots for you. There's no way we can keep this a secret longer than a month, tops." Jane ran a light finger across the doctor's jawline, letting her thumb trace Maura's lower lip. "Besides, I don't think I really want to keep it a secret. I think we can deal with whatever happens, right?"

"I see your point, and, yes, I do. I'm confident we will be fine." Maura kissed the pad of Jane's thumb. "Shower and then finish the last movie?"

"Yes." Standing and pulling Maura with her, Jane headed for the shower.

"No!" Maura was practically screaming at the screen. "No… no, no, no! They can't do that!" She turned to the teary eyed woman next to her. "Jane! Why? Why did they do it? There was no reason. There were so many ways they could have written this where Data… Data doesn't… he doesn't…"

Tears streaming down her face, Maura fell back against the sofa, curling around Jane who put a protective arm around her. "B4 has the potential to at least carry the memory of Data. That's something, right." She turned her head from the rolling credits and kissed the doctor's forehead.

"It's not the same! B4 isn't Data any more than the villain was Picard. Experiences make a person who they are just as much as their DNA does, and, just because B4 has Data's memories doesn't mean he has Data's experiences. He didn't live those things, Jane. It's not the same. It's the difference between reading about something and actually doing whatever it is you've read about. B4 is not, and never will be, Data. It's not the same. An individual is more than their biology. An individual is a product of all the events, emotions, and experiences that person has had that shapes who they are and how they process life." Maura had sat up on the sofa, facing Jane. She wiped at her face. "There will never be another Data."

Jane quietly nodded. "I know, baby. I do. I get that you aren't who made you or what you read. Believe me. That concept isn't foreign to me." She took Maura's hand in her own. "I get that it's experience just as much, maybe more so, than genes that makes us who we are. I'm sorry, maybe we shouldn't have watched this one. I don't like seeing you cry."

"No, I'm glad we finished out the TNG movies. I just… can we talk about something else for a little bit? I think I need to process." Maura stood, pulling the DVD out to put it back in its place.

"Yeah, of course. You want to talk about what we're going to do once Ma gets over the shock and realizes she has two of us to pester about grandchildren now?" Jane flashed a grin, getting the response she was hoping for.

The doctor chuckled. "No, I think I'd like to avoid that topic for a time, as well. How about we discuss dinner options? I was thinking we could go out. How about a steak?"

"When do I say no to steak?" Jane looked down at their state of dress, or, rather, their state of undress. "We'd have to put clothes on."

A mischievous sparkle glittered in the honey brunette's eyes. "Yes, but only for a few hours, and think of how much fun it will be later tonight removing it." She winked.

"You are naughty." Jane stood up, walking to her bedroom. "I like it!" She called out as she stepped into the hallway.

"Good." Maura nodded to herself as she moved to follow.

Suddenly, Jane's head popped out from the doorway. "Damn it, Maura. What did I tell you about always having the last word?"

The smaller woman blinked. "I… oh… I'm sorry?"

"Come on, get in here and put some clothes on so I can take them off of you later." The detective glared, pointing at the other woman. "Not. A. Word. I'm telling, if you say a single word before we get in the car, you're sleeping alone tonight."

Raising an eyebrow as if to say, 'I highly doubt that' and smirking, Maura nodded her consent and hurried into the bedroom for clothing.

Jane rolled her eyes. "God! How can you get the last word without even saying anything? I swear, Maura, you just…"

There we go; all done! Thanks for taking time to read this. What'd you think?