"Will you stop that?"
"Stop what?"
"Stop milling about, and talking about Doctor Isles. We were supposed to head out for dinner, ten minutes ago and you're messing up the itinerary of the day. I don't understand what the fuss about that woman is. She didn't even show up at our wedding."
"She's my best friend Casey. She deserves more fuss than you." Jane mutters the last few words under her breath. Stupid Casey, with this stupid dress. Maura wouldn't have, well she did, but Maura would have been nice enough to coax me into a dress. Not like stupid Casey with his, we are going out for dinner, put on that dress because you're my wife. Wife. Jane kicks at her dresser at that word. Maura had refused to turn up at the wedding, Maura had boarded that stupid plane and left to go to Ian. Stupid stupid stupid. Jane clutched at the dresser, her temper boiling over. It's just work. It's just work. Jane tells herself.
"Are you ready? Stop crabbing about Jane!" Casey snickers to himself.
Crabbing about. Crabbing about? Jane used to laugh at that inside joke, at the shared joke, since Casey once called her a soft shell crab; but now all she is, is ticked and annoyed. Casey with his, we're leaving or I'm leaving and you can just follow. Casey with his, Jane sighs. Maura was right.
"Casey?"
"Yes Jane?"
"Do you want to just, head off to dinner without me? I'm not feeling well."
"You shouldn't have had Chinese food last night then. I'll buy a burger back for you?"
"Thank you," Jane sends a smile.
"You married me, the least I can do is buy you a burger." Casey calls out a reply as he walks out of the house.
"The least you could do is stay in with me, like Maura used to do," Jane mutters under her breath, "Maura…" she rubs at her face, "You're going to miss me when I'm gone," Jane sighs, "How right you are Maura. How right you are."
Jane pours herself a glass of wine.
A/N: Hi there, thank you, for the time~
Story came to be thanks to a prompt by feltknickers and the summary description is the gist of the prompt.
