An old wrinkly Jane and an old wrinkly Maura might take a stroll in their backyard, beneath the stars. Wrinkly hands holding onto wrinkly hands, as they guide each other onto their chairs. Maybe they will have a glass of lemonade or herbal tea on the little wooden table between them; beer hasn't been drunk since their second wedding anniversary - Jane no longer needed the calming stupor alcohol brings her; she has Maura by her.
With interlinked hands, they'll take in the night together; words soothed over by comforting silence.
The breeze will pick up, the chill would not relent, and one or the other would suggest a, let's head back inside. Maybe they will stoop or maybe they will shuffle; or maybe, they will be walking with such vigor - for Maura would have made sure they both took care and lasted for each other.
Maybe they will even be huddled together, arms holding the waist of the other.
"I've got your back," Maura would say.
"You've always got my back," Jane would answer.
They would smile, and they would remember; all that they've been through, and just how they got together...
"I'll never leave you," Jane would say.
"And I've never been alone since," Maura would answer.
...and stayed together.
They will stand at the doorway; Maura in and Jane out.
"You still look like you're ready for a photo shoot," Jane would say, as she enters.
"That's because you make me feel beautiful," Maura would answer, as she kisses her.
A/N: Hi there, thank you, for the time~
This is how, I envision them to end - growing old together, and still, together.
Thank you, for the time=)