A/N: Wow, thanks for the follows! Sorry this chapter is a short one, but I wanted something to go in between what happened in Hawaii and when they meet again in Boston. Because you know they will! I know where the story is going, it's just a matter of finding the time to write it. I'll try not to keep you guys waiting too long! Happy holidays if I don't update before then!

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Shadows played across the room in the early hours of the morning and, as Maura slowly came to consciousness, she caught herself smiling. Her body ached in the best ways and her mind hummed at the memories of last night. Replaying it, she wasn't even sure it wasn't a dream.

She had come down to the beachside bar for a drink and the view when she saw the dark-haired woman sitting alone. There was something almost defiant in the way she sat there, brushing away suitors, and yet, there was an air of sadness about her, too. Why Maura bought her a drink, she'd never be able to say; she only knew she was drawn to the woman in a way that was entirely unfamiliar. There was a newness to things; not just because she had never been with another woman, but because she felt things on a level she hadn't known existed. Didn't know existed. Until Jane.

Reaching across the bed in a languid stretch, her smile dropped when her hand met an empty space. She turned her head, eyes snapping open. Her eyes confirmed what her reach had told her- that side of the bed was empty. Her heart sank but she tried in vain to keep it afloat.

"Jane?" she called. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. The open concept layout of the one level home let her see the kitchen and the living room from the bed. Both were empty. "Jane?" she repeated, holding desperately to the hope that the brunette was in the bathroom. Gracefully swinging her legs out from the bed, she curled her toes on the hardwood floor and stood, ignoring her nakedness. Eight strides to the bathroom confirmed her fear- Jane was gone. Almost frantically, Maura ran into the kitchen, scanned the living room, and returned to the bedroom, all the while looking for a sign. A note. Anything.

She found nothing.

Dazed, she sat on the end of the bed. A pain blossomed in her chest, and she brought up a hand to cover her heart. While she would never subscribe to the idea that a heart could break, the tears that fell from her eyes said otherwise.

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The stewardess droned on about what to do in the event of an emergency, and any other time, Jane would have laughed dryly at how ridiculous it was to even bother. Being someone trained in emergency events, she'd pick running into a burning building topless over being stuck in a tin can dropping out of the sky. But not this time. This time, she was transfixed by the tarmac, having this crazy idea that as long as the plane was still touching it, she was still connected to Maura. As it inched closer and closer to the runway, her heart clenched tighter and tighter.

Why didn't she leave a note? A card? Something?

And say what? her subconscious replied. 'Hey, you were a great fuck! Call me if you're ever in Boston!'

She closed her eyes at the crudeness of her words. She knew it was more than just a casual thing. What she had felt with Maura wasn't about the physical; that only enhanced it. No, what she felt was something that made her want to clamour for the exit, find a way off the plane, find a way back to her.

And do what?

Jane hunched down in her seat and glowered. She had no answer for her devil's advocate. Hell, she didn't even know Maura's last name. What did she think was going to happen when she slept with her last night? Long walks on the beach? A happily ever after? She had a life to go back to, and she was certain Maura did, too. Hawaii was an escape, nothing more. She pressed the palms of her hands into her eyes. It was meant to be an escape from the heartache she left behind in Boston. Now she was leaving Hawaii with an even heavier heart. She jammed her headphones onto her ears and willed the tears away when she felt the tires of the plane leave the ground.

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The bartender wasn't scheduled to start his shift until 6, and by the time the clock rolled around, Maura was almost out of her skin. She sat, fidgeting and jumpy, until he slipped behind the bar and greeted her with a smile.

"Hola!" he said.

"Hola," she replied, without half of his enthusiasm.

His smile immediately fell. "Everything okay?"

She reached for the wedding ring on her left hand, a subconscious habit she had when she was nervous. Finding the ring not there brought everything into perspective and she laughed at the revelation- she was a divorced, seemingly straight woman who had just slept with another woman. A woman who had turned her world upside down. She glanced up at Craig, then covered her face.

"What am I doing?"

Although the question was rhetorical, Craig said, "I think you're finding out who you are. And it scares you."

She dropped her hands to the bar. "Is it part of the hiring process?" He looked at her with a quizzical eye. "You have to be a qualified therapist in order to be a bartender?"

He threw his head back and laughed. "Yeah, it seems like it, doesn't it?" He leaned towards her. "I guess I've been doing this job a long time. I see people of all walks of life come in and out of this bar; different lives, different stories. Not sure there's anything I haven't seen." She nodded at his words. "I will say, what I saw last night between you and Jane… that was something."

She gave him a wistful smile. "It was."

"So what's the next step?" Faced with the crux of the situation- though well-meaning on his part- brought tears and his eyes widened in alarm. "What happened?"

"There is no next step," she sobbed, not caring how it looked. "We had a gre… a great night. It was wonderful and amazing and I didn't want it to end. But of course, it did." She took the napkin he offered and dabbed her eyes. "When I woke up this morning, she was gone."

He blew a firm breath between his lips and shook his head. "Without a word, huh?"

"Without a word." Maura looked at him hopefully. "Do you know what her real name is? Where she was from?"

He shook his head again. "She never said. She came in that first night, got very, very drunk, and we talked. After that, she would come in every night around 9, stay 'til midnight or so, then leave."

"What did you two talk about?"

He hesitated at revealing personal information, but couldn't see the harm now. "This was supposed to be her honeymoon." Maura's mouth dropped open. "Yeah, I know. I guess she caught her girlfriend in bed with another woman."

"Oh my God."

"By the sounds of it, they'd been together for years. Jane and her girlfriend, I mean. They were engaged for over a year, then something happened. She didn't say. Something about going away for a conference and coming home early to surprise the girlfriend."

She let out a small laugh. "That's what happened to me."

"I didn't get a chance to tell you last night," Craig said. "I'm sorry about you and Mr. Treymore. I heard what you said to Jane about your divorce."

"I'm not sorry," Maura stated flatly. "He was supposed to pick me up from the airport after a weekend away at a teachers' conference. I waited and waited until I finally took a cab home. When I found the house empty… I knew. I suppose I knew all along and just didn't want to admit it. So I went to his office. And there he was. And there she was." Her expression hardened at the memory. "The fact I had the wherewithal to take a picture most likely cost him an extra 5 million and the house here."

Craig whistled. "You're loaded!" Realizing his words, he coughed. "Sorry. That came out wrong."

She couldn't help but smile. "He is the CEO of a company that makes the glass that goes on every touch screen phone. It's very lucrative."

"No shit," he agreed with a grin. "Well… maybe you can use some of that money to find Jane."

Maura sighed. "I don't even know where to begin. I don't have a last name. I don't know where she lives." Her eyes brightened. "Where was she staying? I could get her information from the hotel!"

Craig looked away with a downcast expression. "She never said." Seeing Maura deflate, he could only say, "I'm so sorry."

She sat back and closed her eyes as if the futility of the situation finally hit her. "So am I, Craig. So am I."

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The bar was jumping and he had to yell into the receiver. "Tapa Lagoon!"

"Is this Craig?" the voice said on the other end.

"Yep, what can I do for you?"

"It's Jane." There was a pause, then laughter. "Jane Bond."

He covered his open ear with his hand and bent over, trying to find a quiet spot behind the bar. "Jane Bond, huh? The one who takes a beautiful woman home then fucks off?" He knew his words were harsh, but he felt the need to defend Maura.

"I know," she conceded.

"Do you? Because I don't think you know how much you've fucked up." His tone softened. "She was here earlier, wanting to know if I knew anything that would help her find you. I couldn't even tell her your last name. She's not taking it well."

Jane squeezed her eyes shut. "Is she there now?"

"No," he replied. "She had a late flight. She's gone, Jane."

Her heart clenched and she fought off the nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach. "What's her last name? Where does she live?"

His laugh was a mirthless one. "She asked me the same things about you. The good news is, I can at least give you half an answer. Her last name is Treymore. No, Isles-Treymore. I guess it's hyphenated. I don't know where she lives, but I just found out her douchebag of a husband is the CEO of some company that makes glass for smartphones and shit. Maybe start there."

Her exhale was audible enough that he could hear it even over the volume of the bar. "Thank you so much, Craig. I owe you."

"The next time I see you, she'd better be with you."

Jane grinned down the line. "I hope so."

She hung up the phone and fought from immediately scouring the internet. It had been a long flight and a long week, and she had to get her mindset out of Hawaii and back to Boston. With renewed vigor, she hopped into the shower and tried to focus on her return to work the next day, all the while thinking of one thing- Maura Isles-Treymore.

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