The days leading up to Jane's arrival pass by in a nerve and excitement filled haze for Maura.

She opened the passenger side door and slides in as quickly as possible, unwilling to let the heat from the interior escape into the cold January air.

"Success?"

"Yes," Maura smiled, pulling her hat off and placing it on the centre console between herself and Constance. "She will be arriving on Saturday the 15th. Once we're home I'll head to the post office and have it sent overnight to Boston."

"I can take you to the post office," Constance offered as she pulled away from the curb and made her way out of the inner city and towards their home.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be an inconvenience."

"You never could be, even if you tried," her mother reassured her. "How about we drop her ticket off, freshen up at home, and then go out for a nice meal? Your father's treat, of course."

Maura couldn't help but laugh.

As her mother drove, Maura reached into her purse and pulled out a small notepad. She clicked her pen open and pressed the tip to the paper, hand unmoving.

"Struggling with what to write?" Constance asked, glancing at her daughter's unmoving hand.

"What do you say to someone who you love so dearly, but who you walked away from?"

"Well, I would imagine most of those things would be said in person when she arrives."

"So I write nothing?"

"I didn't say that," Constance smiled. "I don't think you need to write an eloquent essay to Jane. I think she would come to you regardless of what you wrote."

Maura made a non-committal sound and stared at the paper in her lap, the airline envelope containing Jane's ticket just beneath the pad.

"Shall I take us the long route to the post office?"

"No," Maura said, turning to face her mother. "That won't be necessary."

Returning her focus to the paper in her lap, Maura inhaled deeply before pressing the pen back to the paper and confidently writing in the centre of the square.

I'm ready if you are.

"Okay, she will be arriving on Flight DL212 which is landing at Terminal 2E, but of course you won't be able to meet her until she has cleared customs and is in the main concourse."

"So you've told me," Constance smiled, amusement in her voice as she watched her daughter sitting at her vanity and pull her hair up, then let it down, pick up a bracelet and then put it down in favour of earrings. "You really don't need to be so nervous. All will be well today."

Maura took a deep breath and looked into the vanity mirror, meeting her mother's eyes.

"I don't think I've ever been as nervous as I am right now," the blonde admitted.

"Like I said," Constance began as she took a few steps forward and placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "All will be well today. Jane will have a safe flight and I will deliver her swiftly to you."

"I think I'm more nervous to find out what happens after you bring her to the centre."

"I can tell," Constance stated. "But it's too late to back out now. She is on her way and that airplane won't be turning around."

Maura laughed nervously before standing up and turning to face her mother.

"How do I look?"

Constance took her time examining her daughter. Maura's cream coloured jumper and dark denim jeans were a far cry from the elegant dresses and heels she usually wore when spending time with the Isles matriarch and Constance couldn't help but reach out and smooth a wayward curl away from her daughter's face.

"I like the jeans," Constance smiled. "I like what they symbolise."

"What do they symbolise?"

"That you're comfortable around your father and I. You've worn jeans more times in these past months with us than you ever have in your life," the elder woman explained. "And I see that as meaning you feel safe enough to let us see who you really are."

Maura smiled as she reached out and took her mother's hand.

"At least that's what I tell myself," Constant chuckled.

"Next thing you know, you'll be wearing jeans as well."

"Oh, I wouldn't go that far."

"Maura!"

The doctor turned away from the front door where she was eagerly awaiting a sign of her mother's car and smiled when she saw Lucy jogging towards her.

"I'm glad I caught you."

"I'm not leaving yet," Maura smiled. "Jane should be here any minute and we have the conservatory booked to have a bit of one on one time."

"I know, but I'm in back to back sessions and meetings today so when you're ready to leave I'll be unavailable and I really wanted to give you a proper goodbye," her therapist replied.

Maura smiled at the woman.

"You really have come leaps and bounds since you first came through that door," Lucy complimented. "From refusing to sleep and lashing out, to embracing treatment and truly taking every decision seriously as it related to your goals, I have seen very few patients make progress like you have."

"Thank you, but you know I can't take all the credit. You, and Tee, and Dr. Porter, and everyone on the treatment team have made this impossibly difficult time all the more possible."

"We are only a successful team if patients are willing to reach out and engage with us, which you have done beautifully."

"Thank you," Maura repeated.

"I wanted to give you my card," Lucy said as she handed Maura a business card. "If you ever need anything at all, I hope you know you can reach out to me."

"But part of my discharge plan was to ensure I had a therapist back home in Boston."

"I know," Lucy smiled. "And I'm more so giving you my card in a less professional sense. If you ever just need someone to talk to, or you're stuck with your treatment back home and need a personal cheerleader, or maybe you're on vacation in Paris and want a friend to go grab a coffee with, I hope you'll consider me."

"Of course I will. Truly, you have been my strength during this time," Maura said. "I don't think I could have done this without someone as understanding as you or someone who pushed me like you've pushed me."

"Well, now I am passing the baton to Jane who will take over being your understanding confidant who pushes you in the right direction," Lucy stated, nodding her head towards the car park.

Turning, Maura gasped when she saw her mother's car pull into a parking space.

"Go get her," Lucy whispered with a smile.

With one last glance at her therapist, Maura pushed open the treatment centre door allowed Jane to sweep her off her feet.