Sorry this took so long and is short. Im hoping to get some updates banked over this weekend. I haven't had a chance to write due to work commitments.
Devastated, that was the only way to describe the way Jane was feeling. Yes she had deceived her wife, yes she had known the possible ramifications for her actions. However, she had held onto the hope that her wife would see once she had given her the folder, that her intentions had only been the best and that all she wanted was to keep her wife safe.
Of course, before she had been able to compile her folder Maura had arrived.
It had taken everything inside of Jane not to crumble in the BRIC office attached to the homicide unit. She held on enough to make it to Cavanaugh's office to request a personal day.
Her father in law had obviously heard the blow up or had at least seen her wife's departure as he was quick to reassure her that she could take what time she needed.
She still couldn't recall how she had made it from his office down to her car, or what made her think that heading back to the home that she shared with her wife was the best place to be. All she knew was that she couldn't front up at work after everything that had just happened and complete her job with the dedication and energy that it required.
How do you face your colleagues after most knew that you had been reamed out by your wife? When all you could think was that you were possibly done.
On shaky legs, Jane stepped out of the car and made her way to the house. Her hands trembling as they took her keys from her pocket and opened the door.
The entry way to the house loomed over her as she made her way inside and for the first time in a long time, she felt as though she had been trespassing.
Jane was not sure whether she really could consider this house her home. She wasn't sure whether it had truly been. There was only so much a married couple could go through. So far, they had survived Charles Hoyt, counselling, the shooting at Division one and Paddy Doyle.
Jane wasn't one hundred percent sure that they had really survived Paddy Doyle at all. It seemed that he had been the one thing that could rip them apart.
Moving through the house, Jane operated on auto pilot as she found herself in her marital bedroom. She looked over the bed where they had spent many nights making love and cherishing each other. It had been a while since the love they had shared had been connected with those sheets.
Did she stay? She wondered. Should she be here when her wife came home?
Jane was not sure whether she should be. Had Maura wanted to end things from the moment she had walked into BRIC and seen what was on the screen?
Not knowing what to do, Jane let herself fall to the floor. She wasn't sure what she had anymore and where herself began and if her relationship with Maura was officially at an end.
Heavy heart… Heavy heart… Heavy Heart….
Meredith couldn't have asked for a better start to her day. She knew that, as much as she knew the sky was blue, blood bled red and that surgery was always going to be her best friend.
She had finished off her breakfast with her fiancee before enjoying an intimate shower session. There had been no shower sex in the end, but there had still been love shared, close encounters and relaxation. Followed by the drive to work where a make out session occurred when she had dropped Calliope off at her office before proceeding to her own.
It was there that Meredith had begun to process everything that had happened the day before. From the awkward encounter with her mother when they signed their contracts and picked up their schedules, to the moment when she had walked through Callie's office door to find her asleep on the couch. Furthermore to the re-proposal from Callie where she had decided that she wanted to be married soon instead of waiting any longer.
Meredith couldn't help but smile and reach for the photo frame that sat on her office desk. She knew that she didn't really have a great deal of time to daydream about their upcoming wedding, or focus on the fact that Callie was going to look amazing in a white dress as she waited down at the alter for her.
Rubbing a thumb, gently over the frame, Meredith quickly placed the frame back down only to pick up the sonogram of their little bundle. It was still fresh, and developing beautifully if you were to ask her. She knew that they had a long road ahead of them, and there was not one part of her that wished for the process to hurry along.
There was a time that Meredith had thought she would never be a mother. That thought had changed once she had watched Calliope with her niece and nephew, after that, it had been all she had dreamed about.
Placing the sonogram back in its place, Meredith quickly looked at the time. She knew that if she wanted to catch Addison straight out of surgery, she would need to move off soon to catch her. It was then that she would be expected to take up post in the E.R to assist with any cases coming in. She could only hope that she would be lucky enough to snare a head injury which would lead to surgery.
Smiling promptly at the thought of seeing her cousin and the possible surgery. Meredith moved to stand, knowing that what she was going to ask her cousin could possibly make her day.
…Heavy Heart… Heavy Heart…. Heavy Heart….
Maura was still fuming as she progressed through the paper work that came along with the last body she had autopsied. She didn't care if Jane was supposedly trying to protect her. Her wife had no right to invade her privacy, to take the photo of her mother from her bag and furthermore, run a background check. It was so selfish of her to assume that it was not going to hinder their relationship.
She had only just started to trust her wife again. Maura knew that Jane knew that. She had no idea why that woman was so hell bent on tearing them apart. If Jane still loved her and wanted things to work out, she would never have done what she had. She would have known that she needed time, that she wanted to test the waters and see if knowing her mother was what she wanted.
Maura had wanted this information for so long, Jane had to of known that. And to just tap away and get all the details without her permission. To strip away her choice… Who did Jane think she is?
Letting out a frustrated sigh, Maura closed the folder of the paper work. She had not actually filled in a great deal other than the patients name. It appeared that with her wife's invasion and bull headed nest, she had become too unfocused to work.
There was no going home though, Maura thought, as tempting as it was. She was unsure whether going home to her house would solve anything at all. Did she really want to go back to her home, which was supposed to be a home that held so much love and possibilities for the future, when she wasn't so sure that her and Jane still had a future.
She didn't want to dwell too much on that right now, especially as her heart clenched at the thought of life without Jane. It wasn't something that she wanted, but she couldn't exactly understand why her wife seemed to be so hell bent on tearing down everything they had built together.
Maura looked over at the photo frame of Jane and herself on what had been her first ever game of baseball. She could still remember how Jane had told her that she would be experiencing something knew on their date and had promptly given her an old Boston red sox jersey and a cap and told her that she needed to be in those items when she returned to pick her up at 5.
It had been a struggle to work out what combination suited the situation as she had been unfamiliar at the time, but once she was dressed and at the game with Jane, she had found the science and rules for the game interesting enough to sit and watch. Jane had been the one to ask their neighbour at the game to take a photo. She had had it processed and given it to her framed, telling her that she wanted her to see the exact moment that she had realised that she was in love with her. Maura had simply melted.
A lot had happened since then. Some good, some bad. She had to admit that they were lucky though to make it this far. Between her wife's visits to the hospital, her encounters with Charles Hoyt and the shooting of her father, Maura hadn't been too sure that she had wanted to stay married to a blue collared police officer. Her adopted mother had even told her that the wife she had chosen may always been a challenge. At the time, she hadn't read a great deal into the comment, but she could see now that she may have been right.
It was on that thought that an intrusive knock had sounded. Maura quickly put down the photo frame and looked up at the person responsible. She was mildly shocked to see her wife's partner standing at the door with a manilla folder in hand, his pointed facial features displaying mild anger and disgust. Before she had even had a chance to talk to him, or better yet, turn him away. He proceeded into the room, dumping the folder onto her desk.
"Barold" Maura said, not sure what to say to the man. She looked up, only to look away from the intense eyes that were looking down on her.
"Your wife has gone him." he told her. "I suggest that you get in your fancy blue prius and drive home to fix things otherwise, or she might not be there when you get home tonight."
Maura looked away. She didn't think he had any right to speak to her about Jane, however, the look he had given her was enough for her to at least feel slightly ashamed about her out burst.
"She was doing the only thing she could to make sure you were going to be safe. That the person your mobster father told you was your mother, wasn't going to be someone to push you away or better yet, take advantage of you."
"She had no right" Maura broke in.
"She had every right." Barold barked back. "I stood by her when she took her vows. She wrote her own. If you can't remember what she promised, then maybe you shouldn't still be together."
With that, he had moved out of the room, slamming her door behind him.
Maura sat frozen in her spot. She had no idea what to think or to feel. So instead she looked down at the folder in front of her to simply read 'Ellis Grey, nee Montgomery.'
