Maura left early on a Saturday morning, the sky a deep blue. She'd had omelets with Jane at their favorite diner and then she'd began the drive up to Ogunquit, ME.

She drove up I95 thinking on Jane. She'd been true to her word and hadn't pressed except to ask where she was going: Maine, could they still talk: yes, please especially before bed and when will she be back: next Sunday.

Maura had felt relieved to have told Jane and to be trusted. By unspoken agreement they'd spent the rest of the week's free time together just doing Jane and Maura things like running, movies, Jane cooked dinner for her, had sleepovers where they sometimes talked long into the night or fell asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillows.

This morning they'd woken up a tangled mess of warm limbs, sheets and blankets, Maura's nose pressed into a solid shoulder. Neither spoke about their need for physical proximity both chalking it up to the craziness of the last few months. And now she was on her way speeding to Ogunquit and the inviting arms of the Grange Hall Bed and Breakfast owned by a beloved anatomy professor of Maura's and her partner.

Watching the road speed by she was confident this was the right decision.

It's lunchtime when Maura pulls up to the Grange Hall B&B. She hadn't been here since just after Jane shot herself. She'd managed a couple days which had made all the difference when Jane was in her Home Shopping phase.

Now she steps out of the car, gazing up at the bright sky, inhaling the salty air. Her chest loosens just a little as she turns her attention to the trunk and getting inside. Maura spies an older woman on the porch, graying hair pinned up in a haphazard bun, a worn navy polo shirt and khaki Bermuda shorts. She smiles widely and hops down the steps to help Maura with her bags.

"Maura, how are you?" The tall woman asks before folding Maura into her arms for a satisfying hug. Immediately Maura thinks of Jane before pushing that aside and returning the hug.

"Hello Kate. I am OK."

They share small talk about Maura's drive and the weather for the week as they gather bags and head into the house.

"Ingrid is very excited to have you this week. We saved you the back room with the balcony. We know you need space but we are hoping to spend a bit of time with you. You know Ingrid, she is finishing lunch -your favorite: tuna melts." Kate keeps talking as Maura follows her beloved anatomy professor's longtime partner deeper into the giant, old house.

Maura met Dr. Ingrid Tyne during an anatomy class her sophomore year at BCU. They had connected immediately on an academic level and then later as her advisor on a more personal level. Ingrid could see in Maura a potential that she hadn't been able to see herself. Maura couldn't begin to articulate what Ingrid's support and advice through the years had meant to her. Now she and her wife Kate, a retired school teacher owned this bed and breakfast and lived in Maine for two thirds of the year and played golf in Arizona for the rest. And Kate, Maura mused, was an equally important person in her life as well -more laid back than Ingrid, well read, astute and wickedly funny. Honestly she reminded Maura a bit of Jane.

Maura's trip down memory lane is interrupted as they make it into the kitchen and she is enveloped by the strong wiry arms of Dr. Ingrid Tyne, Professor Emeritus dressed in a green 'Save the Whales' t-shirt and faded navy shorts.

"Maura, sweetheart, you made it. You were brief on the phone but have you finally brought Jane to visit us too? Or is this a visit for mental health?"

"Maura chuckles, "I promise I will drag Jane here very soon but this visit is for mental health."

"I do keep up with the Boston papers no matter where we are –you've had quite an interesting last few months, haven't you?"

"To say the least." Maura answers quietly.

Kate is plating sandwiches and they all sit down at the table for time to catch up and settle in for the week ahead.

Later that night Maura sits on the balcony off her room, letting the light breeze clear her mind. She is wrapped in an old Red Sox sweatshirt of Jane's and is sipping on a hot cup of tea. Her phone sits on the ledge to her left as she gazes at the twinkly stars and can hear the faint crashing waves of high tide on Ogunquit Beach.

After a satisfying lunch with Kate and Ingrid they had left her to it, murmurs of shopping and a project in the yard as they all parted ways.

Maura had spent the afternoon on the beach, walking and reading, thinking, breathing.

She had shared dinner with the other guests at the big table in the dining room-laughing, meeting two other couples who were staying the week, listening, talking, trying her best to stay in the moment, be present. All the while hearing Jane's husky voice in the back of head imploring her to just enjoy herself, relax.

Now she sat on the balcony, drinking tea, waiting for Jane to call. They'd exchanged a few texts throughout the day but Jane had caught a case. A drug deal gone wrong which meant a lot of loose ends to chase down and busy detectives.

Maura is broken out of her reverie by her phone ringing. Seeing it is Jane, she smiles as she answers, "Hello, Jane."

"Hey," Jane says on a sigh.

Maura can hear rustling and a few low barks on the other end. "Where are you?"

"Trying to be in bed after a very long day but Jo is hogging your side of the bed just like you do." Jane playfully jests.

Maura chuckles, "I do not hog –do not exaggerate."

"Well I think we will need to agree to disagree on that one. God, I'm exhausted. How was your day?"

They talked just about a half hour about this and that, the new case, Dr. Incompetent Pike, seagulls, Ingrid and Kate, tides, Jane's poor dietary choices until finally Maura had crawled into bed and couldn't stifle a yawn.

Jane laughs quietly, "OK, doc, time to let you go. I need my beauty sleep."

"Oh, OK. Jane?"

"Yeah?"

"Good night. Miss you." Maura whispers.

Jane rolls over to Maura's side of the bed inhaling her distinct scent of lemongrass and grapefruit and dislodging Jo. "Miss you already, too. Good night."