A/N: I own nothing but Rachel O'Connell and Dr. Margaret Petterson. I am taking some stuff from season three as this goes along, you will pick up on that along the way but it will only be small things until we get to a certain part of the story then pretty much an entire episode…well not the entire thing but a big…bang of it will be involved. ENJOY! HAPPY NEW YEAR!
It was Jane's fourth therapy session, one month had went by since she started meeting with Dr. Petterson and Jane had felt she was making great strides, that was until the most recent case.
"So Jane, how has your week been?" Instantly Margaret picked up on Jane's annoyance and anger.
"Well, we had a case a bad one and…it was horrible." Jane stated as she looked off in a daze.
"The case or something else?"
"Both." Silence set in as Margaret waited for Jane to speak further. "I can't discuss my cases but it was a bad one…a real bad one and working with Maura. We stopped speaking you know and I put an effort to start communication like you said, at least at work talking again and she…everything was so cold and disconnected. Yesterday, when we wrapped up the case I went down to the morgue to thank her for her help. You know extend that olive branch like you said, when I got down there she was wearing a new dress and she looked…God she looked beautiful."
"What happened to send you in a tail spin, Jane?" Margaret asked as she took in Jane's posture, her language and everything else she could.
"I asked her why she was all dressed up, she said it was none of my business but if I must know she had a date with Rachel. They have been dating for over a month and from Frost, Korsak, Frankie and my Ma have been saying the two are really serious. My ma said she went into the kitchen one morning to make breakfast and Rachel came down the stairs, what does that tell you." Jane sat the last bit as she rubbed her palms, something Margaret was picking up as being a nervous habit. "Anyways, as I was about to leave the morgue Rachel walked in. They kissed right there in front of me and…it felt like someone had jabbed a fucking knife into my chest or shot me at point blank range. Both feelings I know so I can say that is what it felt like….I just…I saw them and it…"
"Reminded you of when Maura would kiss you? When Maura would smile at you and give you attention?"
"Yes, I love her…I do I love her more than anything and anyone and seeing her giving that smile…those looks to someone else it kills me inside." Now looking down Jane tried to hold back the tears inside, Margaret recognizing what was happening grabbed a box of tissues and handed them to Jane.
Jane took the box and stared at it, as memories came back to her anger began to seep out and she snapped. Throwing the box across the room Jane wanted to scream, Margaret stayed sitting not showing any sort of emotion.
"What does she have? What does Rachel have that I don't?" Jane begged for an answer as she leaned forward and rested her head in her hands.
