Jane arrived shortly after the ambulance that had brought Maura in. Her wife was sitting on a table in the ER, holding a towel against the palm of her left hand. The pilot tried a smile and said hi. She sat down next to Maura and wrapped her arm around the doc's shoulder. There was not much to say so they waited in silence for a doctor to stitch her up.

"Wont you scold me?" Maura asked, her voice challenging as they walked down the corridor towards the exit.

"No." was all that Jane replied with a shrug.

Silence fell over them and Jane began to hate this silence from the bottom of her heart. Yet she remained silent until Maura's voice came thin: "Thank you."

Jane turned her head once more and gave her a smile. "You're welcome."

Maura smiled back. It was after Jane had brought her some tea that Maura began to talk. "I just wasn't paying attention. I shouldn't have gone to work. I was combing my brain about what I should have done different to still be fertile."

"I know. I did the same yesterday." Jane softly said reaching gently for the wounded hand. They were facing each other on the couch. "But they said that it wasn't something we did." She added silently and Maura nodded. "I did some research in my office yesterday. Sometimes its just not meant to be." A lonely tear was rolling down her cheek and Jane lifted one hand to wipe it away cringing at the sad tone in her wife's voice.

"You know, it feels like I lost something." Jane mumbled and Maura nodded. Now they both cried silently. Jane pulled her into a hug and they clung to each other. "Team Rizzles!" Maura whispered fiercely after while. "Nothing can defeat us!" she added. It made Jane smile. "Right. We are not giving up!" she whispered, and Maura shook her head in no. "Never!"

They pulled apart and glanced at each other. "I think we just wait, let the shock sink in and then see what's next." Jane suggested. "We can start by looking for adoption agencies. We could foster." Maura stated with hopeful eyes.

"Yeah. We could do that. It supposedly takes ages anyways until one gets a chance to adopt a baby. So we better start soon."

Jane understood that Maura wanted to have a kid badly. But she was not sure if this was the solution. But who knew? Hence, she agreed to checking for adoption agencies and contacting CPR.

She was surprised when they received a call from CPR a day before their trip to Paris. They had a child that needed a foster home. "You can stay home and take care." Jane said to Maura who was suddenly torn. She had promised Jane to join her on her last flight. But the kid also needed help. The pilot understood. The weather was going to be horrible anyways. There was another night in turmoil for both until Jane's phone rang in the wee morning hours. It was the dispatch from the airline.

"You're flight has been cancelled. The airport had to close overnight due to the bad storms. There is a load of planes lined up for take off and a lot of chaos. We are going to rebook passengers to other flights which have vacancies." Jane held tight to the phone. Was it a sign? She didn't know if she was relieved or sad. "Thank you for your excellent service Captain Rizzoli. And good luck on your new job." The woman sounded cheerful, and Jane thanked her, trying to sound normal.

"What happened?" Maura sleepy voice drifted to her from the other side of the bed and Jane didn't know what to say in that moment. She felt Maura's hand run over her tensed back and a soft whisper. "Is everything ok?"

"My flight got cancelled. That's it. They thanked me for my excellent service and wished me luck for my new job." Jane felt numb and helpless. Maura rested an arm on Janes shoulders. "Let me make you coffee." She said and slipped out of bed.

So, this was how her glorious career ended she thought. No more overnight flies, no more waking up in the middle of the night asking herself what time it was and where she was. The end had come abruptly, but Jane couldn't say that she hated it. Hadn't she been the one to count down her flights?

But now she was facing another challenge. A kid would move in with them today and that was strange. But also, exciting.

R&I

"Wow, that was fast." She stated as they drove down the road to the orphanage, her eyes quickly darting towards Maura who nodded. Even she looked surprised. They hadn't been told much except that the kid was being bullied a lot by the others and they needed an emergency home for it.

Jane cringed, thinking about what it meant for them. The child was probably not well. A challenge it would be indeed. She glanced back at Maura whose eyes were going out of the window into the rainy Boston morning. There were only few cars and people in the streets as Jane noticed.

"Do we know if it's a boy or a girl?" Jane silently asked as the raindrops hammered against the windshield of her car, wondering what was going on in Maura's mind. Her look was stern somehow, scary to Jane who had never encountered that side of her wife. Was this a good idea? She asked herself as she focused on the streets listening into the silence.

Maybe she was so deep in thought that she didn't hear me, Jane thought, taking a turn into the driveway of the orphanage. Hence, she almost jumped in surprise when Maura said no. "They haven't said anything." She whispered and Jane recognized fear. "We are going to be fine." She said reassuringly while touching Maura's thigh lightly.

Maura's hazel eyes gazed at her in wonder. "How can you know that?"

Jane wanted to roll her eyes, she didn't of course, hell she wasn't even sure if they were made for kids. But she firmly assumed that the universe wouldn't have given them that chance if it wasn't meant to be for them.

Yes, having been raised catholic had left its traces, she mused as she stepped out of the car, grabbing the umbrella from the backseat, and running around the vehicle to hold it over Maura's head as she got out.

Both stood in front of the modern building. A frightening sight Jane thought as a thunderstorm was brewing together over the building, coloring everything black. She spotted a boy glancing through one of the huge windows down at them. He was probably 9 or 10 after Jane's estimation. When he became aware of her looking back at him, he quickly turned and ran down the aisle until she saw him disappear around a corner.

Was this the kid they would take home? She wondered as she felt Maura's hand slide into hers and squeezing it tight. They looked at each other and smiled. Their insecureness was apparent and Jane tried a more reassuring smile after taking a deep breath.

They walked towards the entrance, where an elderly woman was already waiting for them. Jane only hoped that she hadn't noticed their hesitance which would make her think that it was a bad idea to let them foster. She wanted this, and she knew that Maura was on the same page.

They accepted the offered cup of coffee in the women's office and sat down in the visitors' chairs. The woman glanced at them critically and Jane suddenly felt like back in high school, when being called into the principal's office after breaking Giovanni's nose. It had been an accident. How ironic that she had gotten away with so many stupid things and had gotten punished for the only real accident. A dry smile crossed her lips quickly and the woman raised an eyebrow.

Maura squeezed her hand, looking for comfort. Only after what seemed to be an eternity the woman spoke. When she did, Jane was surprised by the softness in her voice. A pleasant and soothing voice Jane thought as she listened to Maura reply to some questions. Then they had to sign some paperwork before the woman reached for the phone and made a call.

"He's going to be here soon." She said with a small smile. "Brian is…" she paused folding her fingers together in front of her chest. "He didn't have a good childhood. He is very reclusive. Not aggressive, no. but he's hiding in his little shell and won't come out easily."

"Is this why they bully him?" Maura silently asked, remembering her childhood. Kids that never speak are being targeted very often she had once read when looking for an explanation as to why always her.

The woman nodded. "Part of." Another long pause and Jane's curiosity almost drove her to crawl over the desk and drag the words out of the woman. "His parents…. Well, you might have heard. Michael and Susan Shirt." She shrugged as if the name explained everything. It didn't to Jane, but she felt Maura tense beside her.

Should she wait until they were back in the car to ask, or should she do so now she wondered, deciding for the first when seeing a warning glance on Maura's face. She nodded towards her wife and wondered what they had gotten themselves into.