A/N: Oh man, such great reception to this story. Because of you, I wanted to get something out quick. Sorry it's short. Sadly, updates won't be this fast. But I am motivated.

Thanks for the reviews. I know some authors like to personally PM you, but I just don't have the time. :( Work and life and my cat and shit. But I do appreciate it. I'll try to answer the reviews with questions tho.

I feel like I have to apologize for the ending. You'll understand.

Usual disclaimers apply.

Enjoy!

Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzz.

Opening her eyes, Jane immediately yelps, , "Ow, mother fu-," she grabs the top of her head willing the pounding inside to go away. At the insistent buzzing to her left, she lifts her arm and fumbles around for her phone buzzing on top of her nightstand. Finally feeling the cool phone in her hand, she presses down at the screen until the buzzing stops and throws the phone on the bed.

"I am never drinking again," she groans, grimacing at her dry throat. She rubs her hand across her face trying to remember how she got in her bed.

What happened?

All she can recall is being at the Robber, celebrating something and drinking.

Oh man, so much drinking.

Jane opens her eyes as a recollection flashes by. Ah, that's right. It wasn't a celebration, at least not for Jane.

For her, it was more like a nightmare. A freaking nightmare that needed to not be remembered. That's what alcohol was supposed to be for. Why it was invented. Much good that did her. She still remembered and on top of that, she had a throbbing pain in her neck, her left leg asleep from dangling itself off the bed, breathe that smells like death and a killer headache to boost.

God, she just hoped she didn't do anything stupid last night, that'd just be the icing on the stupid friggin' wedding cake.

She steps into the living room. Shielding her eyes from the bright glow emanating from the open curtains. Staring ahead, she glances at the clock and realizes it is only 7:30AM. Grumbling to herself for not being able to sleep in, even when hung over, she stalks past the window and stills herself immediately noticing a lump of blonde hair splayed across the end of her couch underneath the think blue quilt her mother just insists she must have.

"Oh dear God, please let it be someone I know, please, please?" Jane quietly pleads raising her head towards the ceiling as she quietly walks around the couch to get a better look at the unconscious body slumming it on her couch. As she rounds the couch, Jane catches a glimpse of a pair of very expensive looking red heels neatly laid out under her coffee table.

Maura.

She would recognize those heels anywhere. The one person she was drinking to try and forget would, of course be sleeping on her couch. Jane stills her movements and looks down at the blonde.

So beautiful.

Jane's eyes shifts downward to Maura's face to her perfect nose, full pink lips still stained with small traces of lipstick. Sédiusante. A shade that Jane knows all too well. Having had the privilege of touching them, kissing them. Her eyes moves onward, down to smooth neck, past her collar bone, feeling herself smiling at the freckles displayed on her chest, peaking at the start crease of her breast insufficiently covered by the top of her dress.

Jane takes a seat on the ottoman to the right of the couch. She doesn't know how long she sits there. Just staring. Staring at the most beautiful woman that she loved.

Loves. Will forever love.

She could just shoot herself. Again. For letting the beautiful ME fall from her grasp.

She thinks back to how it all finally went to shit.

"Maura. Maura wait. I didn't know he was going to be there" Jane all but pleads grabbing Maura's arm turning her around.

"Don't Jane. Don't touch me. Do you understand what happened in there?" Maura snaps. "You shot my father. The same father that saved me. Flynn would have shot and possibly killed me if not for Paddy. Where were you?" Maura sneers. "Oh, that's right, you were with Dean. Instead of having my back like you promised, you betrayed me. Your boyfriend shows up and it's like I don't exist anymore. Again." her voice cracking at the last word.

At Jane's silence, Maura shouts, "Go," loud enough that all the crime scene techs turn their heads towards the two women. Maura lets a lonely tear slide down her face as she stares at Jane with so much disdain and hurt that Jane has to take a small step back.

Maura lowers her voice, "Go and be with Dean. He's hurt too." All the anger she felt seconds ago faltering. Tired and all but given up, Maura turns to leave. She stops herself, her back still facing the detective. She wills herself not to cry, she needs Jane to hear this. "I'm sorry things didn't work out between us Jane. I'm sorry I broke up with you. But Paddy didn't deserve this." She pauses, stifles a sob and looks down, "I don't deserve this." Jane doesn't know if Maura is talking about shooting Doyle or Dean showing up in Jane's personal life gain. Paralyzed at Maura's words, she cannot seem to move or say anything. So she watches as Maura walks away from her yet again. And possibly for the last time.

It was all her fault and now Maura…Maura is taken. Perhaps forever. To be someone else's lover. To be someone else's wife.

Jane lets out a sob.

Ian's wife.

A/N 2: Again, I'm sorry. Just remember, eventually Rizzles.