- Alternative Progression, alternate ending (and most details aren't the same) -

There's a knock on the door.

Jane softly answers with, "Enter."

"What are you doing here Maura? You said you couldn't make it."

"I just wanted to make sure that the bride got her coffee," Maura smiles.

"Thank you!" Jane grins as she takes the cup of java from Maura. She takes a sip before she asks, "You really can't stay Maura?"

"I can't Jane, I've got to be at my mother's art exhibit," Maura holds her smile and fights the urge to tug at her scarf.

Jane takes in her best friend - her composure, the peeping hives, and that smile she has plastered on. She keeps her own smile in place, as she takes another sip of coffee; a moment of uncomfortable silence passes. "I'll see you back at work Maura?"

"I'll see you too Jane," Maura sends another smile and a gentle pat to Jane's arm. Her fingers wish to linger, as they used to; but not all wishes can come true.

Jane reaches for Maura's hand and runs her thumb across the back of Maura's hand – as a gesture of comfort; she doesn't like seeing her best friend sad.

They share a smile before they both look away.

They both have different paths to take.

Jane - down the aisle, to Casey.

Maura - back in her house, with Bass.

Both - have never felt more lonely.

"Ms Rizzoli? Ms Rizzoli?"

"Detective Jane Rizzoli," Jane answers, instinctively; called out from her own reverie.

"Please say your vows Ms Rizzoli," the priest sends a smile.

"I…" Jane looks down at her hands.

Her hands are holding his hands.

Wrong hands, that's all she can think.

"She looked so happy in her wedding dress Bass," Maura says to her tortoise.

A stem of red downed next, to quench, to numb, the physical pain of her figuratively bleeding heart.

"She looks so happy in her wedding dress Bass."

Jane runs.

She turns away from the priest, from Casey, from the altar, and she runs.

Her family holds the chapel doors open.

She uses the sirens. It is an emergency.

"It'll only be for a few months Bass," Maura waves a British strawberry, "I'll be back, in time for work with Ja-" Her voice breaks.

"I need to go on a holiday, I haven't had one, or needed one since, well, since Jane and I started working together," she drops the fruit and keeps herself from falling, "I'll only be gone long enough-"

She falls back, stays on her bum, hands cover her face, and tears flow from her eyes.

Bass knocks over her suitcase.

"Maura!" Jane yells as she yanks the door open.

No answer.

She sees nothing but Bass, and a British strawberry, lying still in an empty house.

"Doctor Maura Isles? Would you please come with me?"

"Excuse me?"

"There's this detective, who wishes to see you. She's…holding up the plane," the air stewardess lowers her voice, "In a wedding dress."

"Jane?" Maura stands. Maura sits.

"Ma'am? Maybe, you might want to see her? She's…holding up the plane," the air stewardess repeats. "We all deserve a second chance, don't we?" The air stewardess sends a smile.

"She looks really happy in her wedding dress," Maura states.

"She chose him." Maura recites.

"Not me." Maura keeps her voice steady.

"Maybe she changed her mind? She's holding up the plane and, we all deserve second chances Doctor Isles," the air stewardess reaches out to rest her hand on -

"Maura!" Jane pushes the air stewardess aside.

"No, I'm sorry," Jane reaches to hold the air stewardess steady.

"I'm sorry, I just - I'm sorry, Maura!" Jane falls into a seat.

Maura had pushed her away and ran.

The air stewardess helps Jane up and encourages by shouting: "It's okay. Go!"

Jane chases.

Maura runs.

They meet, on the tarmac ground.

"You let go."

"I chose wrong."

"Wrongly."

"Grammar or forgiven?"

Maura doesn't answer. She accepted the situation. She had, hadn't she? Jane looked happy in her wedding dress.

"I chose wrongly," Jane takes a step closer to Maura, and Maura stays still, "Your hands, Maura, yours are the right hands."

Jane reaches for Maura's hands.

Maura backs away; Jane's hand hover mid-way.

"You looked really happy in your wedding dress Jane."

"I looked happy," Jane smiles, hopeful, "Because you brought me coffee Maura."

Jane's hand hover mid-way; Maura takes a step forward towards Jane.

Maura holds onto Jane's awaiting hand.

They share a smile, as they walk away.

Both are now going the same way, hand-in-hand.

Toss in a cliché, towards the sunset.

A/N: Hi there, thank you, for the time~
And now you know what I mean by a fuller story right? As much as I want happy endings, this was pretty bare and, I couldn't fix it till I had the opportunity to weave the user saoulbete's idea into the story - I'm hoping, the user's idea wasn't too far off manipulated - and sincerely, thank you, for that~
Hmm. All I want is to be able to tell a good story and, I like...the sad ones too sometimes. So, as I said I would explain, this whole fanfic happened, because I couldn't or at least, I have personal wedding issues so, I needed both endings - in some ways; I really like the last line among other lines for this chapter (for reasons like: I'm playful like that) - and, explanation over. I can't dispose on you lovely readers everything on my mind, can I? Hahaha. Now, as always, thank you, for the time=)