#Angela Jane

[koalas-koalas-everywhere]

Woah, okay, so. Jack doesn't ask about Angela or Charlotte. This is huge.

According to Jane, this was sixteen years before Pink Champagne on Ice, eight years before Red John murdered his family and he joined the CBI. If we use Simon Baker's age for Jane, that would have made him 27 at his and Jack's last meeting. Not only that, but, if we take Jack's lack of interest as a sign that Angela wasn't a part of Jane's life at the time, that meant they met and/or got together pretty late in life...

I mean, "late", of course that's not late in life, but I kind of assumed that they were the carnie equivalent of high school sweethearts. This changes the game.

Also, and this is just a fun fact, to fit Charlotte's age, they'd have had to meet, elope and have her all in three years.

EDIT: I saved this in draft in case Jack mentioned Angela later on, but now Jane said that "16 years ago" was '93??? Either The Mentalist is on some alternate timeline (it was 2012 at the time, I think) or no one in the writers' team knows math.

[justcallmevodka]

The reason of it all.

I think we should start talking and drawing Angela more, she only appears for like 5 seconds but she is so dear to me... They always talk about her with such fondness and love.

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😂

[keepscrollinghun]

[ophii]

a BUNCH of crp doodles!1 featuring my oc :]

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[detective-jane-rizzoli]

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chenford + kaboone

[justcallmevodka]

[Reference by mellon_soup on TikTok] I need to see more people talking about them but I also blame the show for not exploring Angela at all. Oh also yeah those are mitski lyrics the new album has me on the floor.

[shortywhoruns]

Angela is one of us.

"Rizzoli and Isles" Season 3, episode 1 "What doesn't kill you"

[incorrect-sk-universe]

Tim: Fuck!

Tom: Who taught my kid that?!

Emma: Not me!

Becky: Not me!

Everybody: *looks at Lex*

Lex: Oh yeah? Blame the fucking dropout, right? It's always the fuck- oh

[aflawedfashion]

Maura & Jane (& Angela) | Rizzoli & Isles 2x02

[finehs]

giovani hears about jane and casey and is upset that jane thinks she needs a beard but is also offended that she didn't ask him to be her beard

[julieverne]

When Maura sees Angela holding the baby she'd pulled from a dead woman, something inside her breaks.

She doesn't remember ever being held like that. She wonders if Constance ever carried her when she was that small, or if it was the string of nannies she hired. She doubts she'd have had the skin contact to produce the oxytocin so necessary for healthy development.

Had her own birth mother held her? Her birth father? She knows who he is now. She's seen the photos. She thinks he would have, in the same clumsy, loving way he looks at her. Whoever her mother was, he loved her, and he's tried to keep the remnants of Maura's mother safe by keeping Maura safe. He must have loved her. She can't have just been a random woman in the gang; it's not the way a gangster treats women in the business. Paddy loved her mother the way a man loves a woman. The way Maura loves Jane.

She flinches at the thought, the movement catching Angela's eye. She looks up at Maura with the same loving look she's giving the baby, and Maura melts. She'd known, when she suggested it, that Angela would be perfect.

She wishes that she'd had an Angela for a mother, or a kangaroo carer. Maybe she'd be less awkward. Maybe she'd be better adjusted, socially. Maybe she wouldn't always be looking for someone to hold her.

She doesn't hear the door open, she only notices the long arms that wrap around her from behind. Maura melts again.

Before Jane, she hadn't known what it felt like to be held. To be loved.

"You know she's going to be asking us for one of those next," Jane grumbles in Maura's ear, but it's amused rather than resentful. Maura leans back into the warm safety of Jane's body behind her and lets herself enjoy the moment for once. She doesn't need to overthink it, she doesn't need to panic or suggest the most up to date technologies in IVF. She can just soak in the oxytocin the way the baby in Angela's arms is.

"They're calling her Maura. After you," Jane says, her low voice choking up.

This Maura is an orphan too; it makes sense to pass on her name like this. She's touched and honoured. She had no other choice; a life was in danger and she was a doctor. But it's nice that they think of her when they look at this baby, the past repeating itself, perhaps. But this Maura will be held. This Maura will be loved.

Just as much as Maura is now, if not more.

"How soon is it to start trying?" Jane asks, her voice still low. She doesn't pull away when the parents come through, and Angela hands over baby Maura with a kiss on her sweet little head, looking over at them in the observation window with a smirk.

"How soon is now?" Maura asks absently, hearing Jane's breath catch behind her. She lets her fingers run over the back of Jane's hand over her stomach and she covers it with her own.

Every day Maura breaks a little bit. She breaks down the parts of herself that she doesn't think are lovable, because Jane proves they are. Every day.