Maura rubbed her gloved hands together furiously, mostly because she was nervous and that's what she did to avoid fainting. She shouldn't be here- she wasn't welcomed. But, she needed answers, and she did not want to wait. Little snowflakes swirled around, making the neighborhood look like powdered sugar.

She stalked up the driveway to the simple two-story house and paused in front of the wooden door- did she really want to do this? The heated argument they had last night hand ended with a door slam and Maura breaking down. She took a shuddering breath and knocked, foregoing the doorbell.

A face peeked through the glass, and the door was thrown open. A furious looking Hope Martin stood with one hand on her scrub-clad hip. Her facial expression was unreadable, and that threw Maura off her game.

"Hello Hope, I actually came here to-" Maura was interrupted by her mother.

"I thought I told you to leave me...us...alone? You are not my daughter- she died 35 years ago! You are just a freeloader sent by Paddy to-"

"No!" Maura scared herself with the ferocity of her voice, "I am not, by any means, coming for Paddy. He can rot in prison for all that I care! I came to apologize for springing my information on you at an inopportune time. I should have wr-"

"You should have left us alone. That's what you should have done, Doctor Isles" Hope said, emphasizing the formal title. She went to shut the door, when Maura grabbed onto the wood and held it still for just a moment.

"I will stand out here until you talk to me, Hope. I know that you know-deep down- that I'm correct." Maura stood stubbornly as the older woman just shut her door in her face.

"OH YEAH? WELL, THE COLD NEVER BOTHERED ME ANYWAY!' Maura screamed at the door.

A few seconds later, a sullen Hope opened the door and ushered her daughter into the house. They needed to talk.