Maura called the only Rizzoli she felt she could call to facilitate a meeting between her and Angela. She called Tommy.

She hadn't spoken to the Rizzolis since finding out that Jane was dead, and they hadn't spoken to her. The truth was she missed being part of the Rizzoli clan but even before this she hadn't spoken much with any of them because of the divorce. They had naturally sided with Jane, but none of them had been mean to her.

Frankie was probably the one who resented her the most because they still had to work together and be around each other. He kept things very cold and professional. She could tell there were times he wanted to say something to her but didn't.

She was nervous going to see Angela for more than just the obvious reasons. When Jane had moved in with her, Angela had moved out into Jane's former apartment. And while the place looked nothing like the way Jane had it, Maura had spent so much time there with Jane. It would be hard for her to be there knowing Jane was dead.

Her mother insisted on coming with her and she was grateful to have the company. They knocked on the door and Tommy answered it, letting them in. Maura took a breath, stepped in and immediately stopped as she saw Angela standing by the couch. She suddenly felt like this was a very bad idea.

Her grief had stolen that fire that was always in Angela's eyes. She seemed a little thinner. She seemed more serious. She held a crumpled up tissue in her hand, her eyes still read from crying. Maybe it was too soon for this. Despite the months that had passed, maybe it was still too soon for both of them. Tommy moved around to stand by his mother, putting hand on her arm.

She felt Constance lightly touch her back.

"Come in. Sit down," Tommy said.

They took seats on chairs and Tommy and Angela sat on the couch.

"I didn't kill her," Maura said looking Angela straight in the eyes.

"I know."

"You know?" Maura said in disbelief. She had come prepared to defend herself, to be yelled at, to be blamed. She had been willing to go through that if it meant getting answers.

"Yes I know. You could no more kill my baby girl than she could have cheated on you."

And there is was.

"Jane didn't cheat on me, I know that now."

"If you had believed her when she said she didn't maybe …" Angela turned away and wiped away more tears. "I'm sorry. I told myself I wasn't going to do this; I wasn't going to blame you. You weren't the one who killed my baby girl."

"But it feels like I did," Maura said. "You're right; maybe if I had listened to Jane, believed her, instead of giving into my own hurt then this could have been avoided. I don't know. All I know is someone took her from us, all of us, and I want to know who."

"Why has taken you this long to contact us then?" Tommy asked.

Maura looked down and then up at him. "I didn't think you would want to hear from me. I thought … I thought you believed I killed her."

"Our attorney also advised her against it," Constance added.

"Yeah, he pretty much sent the message to us and the precinct that you were off limits," Tommy said. "And the DA told us it would hurt the case if any of us spoke to you."

"Angela," Maura said. "I asked Tommy to set this up because I was hoping you could lend some insight into Samantha."

"She has an alibi," Angela said. "The police already went down that route."

"I know she has an alibi, but she is the reason I thought Jane cheated on me, and the private investigator who works for the law firm representing me also discovered some disturbing things about her."

"What do you mean disturbing things?"

Maura pulled out her ipad and proceeded to give Angela and Tommy the condensed version of what Stipling had found out. When she got to the pictures of Samantha's former girlfriends, she worried that it might be too much for Angela, but instead Angela turned to Tommy, "did you know about this?"

Maura looked at him in surprise.

"Not about all the girlfriends, no," he said and he looked at Maura. "Cavanaugh won't let Frankie work Jane's case directly so in his free time, he's been looking into some stuff. I help when I can."

"Have you found out anything that our investigator hasn't?" Constance asked.

Tommy gave Maura a look that she couldn't interpret.

"Frankie went to see Sara, Samantha's sister. She's serving another three years on a trafficking in heroin charge. She recognized Frankie's name, well his last name and agreed to see him. She had heard about Jane's death but had very little sympathy over it. It appears she has certain thoughts and feelings about same-sex relationships. Anyway, she doesn't have any love loss with her sister either."

"Frankie had checked the logs ahead of time and Samantha had gone from seeing Sara practically never to five visits in a short amount of time. Sara has a lot of resentment for her sister; some of it due to their mom who practically disowned Sara but thought Samantha could do no wrong."

"Frankie asked her why Sam was coming to see her more often and Sara said she didn't know. Frankie said it was hard to keep a conversation going with her because she would go off on tangents on various ways she thought Samantha had screwed her over. She did say that Sam asked her a bunch of questions about her drug dealing. She thought maybe her sister was a narc working with the cops to pin something on her so she didn't say much to her about it. But Samantha kept coming and since she was putting money in Sara's commissary fund Sara started to talk more about it."

"Why would she be asking questions like that?" Constance asked.

"Sara didn't know. When she started to talk to Samantha about it she thought Sam was asking because a lot of people in high-stress, powerful jobs need something to relax them, or keep them going. But that didn't seem to be what Samantha was after. She never asked real specific questions of Sara, more generalities, but Sara ended up telling her where a dealer was who could anything for her."

"Frankie and Frost tracked him down, put some pressure on him. They showed him a picture of Samantha but guy said he had never seen her. But he said another person, a man came to see him said Sara sent him and this guy was looking for the kind of drugs this dealer didn't deal in, but for some money he directed the guy to someone who would. Turns out the guy was looking for different types of sedatives – some of them date rape drugs. This was a few weeks before Samantha met up with Jane."

"We already suspected Samantha drugged her," Maura said. It was still hard for her to think about. If she had believed Jane …

"Looks that way. Jane was … she was tore up over what happened with you and she wasn't thinking like Jane would have. But near the end she started thinking like a cop. She told Frankie she thought Samantha drugged her, but she didn't have proof and Samantha was back in New York. It's not like she wasn't trying to figure it out."

"She would have figured it out," Angela said. "My baby girl was smart like that. She wasn't educated like with college, but she was smart. She just needed more time, but all she could think about was trying to save her marriage."

Maura had to force the tears from falling, but Angela wasn't making any attempt as she again wiped tears away from her cheeks.

"Why Maura?" Angela asked. "Why did you railroad that divorce through as quickly as you did?"

Maura didn't have an answer for her and she turned away.

"I'm sorry," Angela said. "I didn't … it was between you and my baby girl."

Maura noticed Angela had not said Jane once, always "my baby girl."

"I know you have no reason to believe it, but I loved Jane. I still love her. Even … even with the divorce my feelings for her hadn't changed. I messed up, and I know there is no way for you to forgive me because I can't forgive myself."

"You came here to find out about Samantha," Angela said. "What can I tell you?"

"I am not really sure. I am trying to figure out who she is, what motivates her."

"Sam was always polite around me. Polite in the kind of way that you get the feeling the person it being polite out of necessity not because they like you. I don't think disliked me or anyone in the family, but she never really connected with us. When they broke up, it was one of the only times I saw my baby girl cry as an adult. Then after Hoyt there she was suddenly again. I tried to help during that time but every offer I made Sam would tell me she had already taken care of it or would. There were a couple times she flat out told me that it wasn't a good time for visiting. That was really the only time I was bothered by her."

"She never gave you the feeling that she was obsessed with Jane?"

"No. I'm afraid not. They loved each other. After they broke up and Samantha moved to New York, it wasn't like Sam was trying to contact her all the time. To my knowledge they didn't have much contact until Hoyt happened and after that none until they met up for dinner while you were away. If she was obsessed wouldn't there have been more signs of it?"

"Not necessarily. For instance stalking is a form of obsessive behavior but in many cases the stalker chooses to do it covertly. Other stalkers are more open about it and bombard the person with contact. Samantha didn't do anything openly apparently with the exception of date woman who all had similar traits to Jane which is a sign in itself."

"In some of these cases these women had nothing in common with Samantha with which to build a relationship on, but their looks were enough for Samantha to pursue each of them. She was never the pursued from what we can tell. Samantha could merely have been transferring her obsession with Jane to these women until she finally returned to the original source. Obsessive love can be a sign or another bigger mental health problem."

"Jane wasn't really open about her relationship with Samantha," Tommy said. "They used to tell people they were just roommates, but she was honest with us about it. I don't think that bothered Sam."

"It may not have. Obsessive love isn't about flaunting it or showing it off. As long as she had the object of her obsession close it probably didn't matter to her how the world perceived it."

"You think that by focusing on Samantha you can find who really killed her?" Angela asked.

"I hope so, but finding out who killed her is secondary to finding her … her remains. She didn't show it, but her religion meant a lot to her and I want her to be put to rest properly. I understand that going through that again may be too painful for you and your family, but she deserves better than an empty box."

Angela got up, which startled Maura, but when the older woman bent down and embraced her, Maura eagerly returned it. "You'll always be family," Angela said.

They left shortly afterward, the emotions overwhelming Angela. Tommy walked them out to the car, but he pulled Maura aside before she could get in.

"Look, um … I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but I know you'll probably find out in discovery since they have to turn over their evidence and witness lists. But they have a witness that puts you at Jane's place the night before they believe she disappeared. And they found your fingerprints in her place along with some hairs. They asked Ma, me and Frankie if we had ever known you to be there, and we had to answer truthfully."

"It's ok. I wouldn't expect you to lie. I was only ever over there that one time. That Monday night."

"You know how bad that looks right?"

"I'm aware."

"What were you doing over there?"

Maura thought about that night and the subsequent morning when she had slipped out of Jane's bed while she still slept. She remembered stopping at the doorway of the bedroom, but she didn't look back to see her one more time. At that point she couldn't. If she had known it would be the last time she saw Jane alive she would have looked.

She hadn't told Tommy and Angela about the divorce papers being forged. She didn't know why she hadn't, especially when Angela asked her why she railroaded the divorce through. The truth was she had used her money to expedite the process. Massachusetts law when it came to divorce wasn't as simple as other states. State law required at least one court hearing and Maura made sure that hearing took place in front of a judge who was known to have a particular dislike for spouses who cheat. Jane never stood a chance.

"I was there because Jane said she wouldn't sign the divorce papers unless I came over."

Maura got into the car as there was nothing else to say. She shouldn't be surprised if someone had seen her that night. She wouldn't be surprised if someone had heard them arguing.

…

Even as she parked her car outside of Jane's apartment complex she knew this was a bad idea. Jane had been served with the divorce papers and had called Maura at first demanding she come over and talk to her and then begging. She could tell Jane had been drinking.

She told Jane no. Her plan had been to leave that night and get to her cabin in Maine. She didn't want to be in Boston while her divorce was finalized. Jane wouldn't let it go though and told Maura she would refuse to sign if Maura didn't come over. Maura still almost said knowing in the end Jane had to sign, but here she was sitting outside in her car.

The apartment complex was not as nice as the one Jane used to live in. She wondered why Jane chose this place. She could afford better on her salary. As much as her mind was telling her to walk away, she knew she had to end this so she got out of the car. Walking up to the third floor apartment Maura was again struck by what poor accommodations Jane had chosen to live in.

She got up to apartment 31 and knocked on the door. Jane opened it immediately and Maura again realized this was a bad idea. Throughout their divorce process she had tried to minimize contact with Jane. She didn't work on cases Jane was involved in; there were times as chief ME she would work out of other offices and often assigned Dr. Pike to Jane's cases. Jane had tried on several occasions to get her alone like this to talk and Maura had successfully avoided such contact until now.

Jane held the door for her to come in and Maura saw that Jane was holding a half-empty beer bottle in her hand. She stepped in and stopped while Jane closed the door. The apartment was much smaller than Jane's old one. It was a small one-bedroom with what was more like a kitchenette than full kitchen. It was in various states of disarray.

"I am here, what do you want?" Maura said trying to remain in a non-emotional state.

"What do I want? I want my wife not to look at me like I'm some sort of criminal. I want you to just stop for a minute, stop pushing me away and sit and talk this through with me. No more lawyers or judges, no more talking through intermediaries. Maura that isn't us. You and me together, working together, being there for each other that is how we get through things, that is who we are."

"There is no us anymore. There hasn't been an us since you slept with Samantha."

"I didn't sleep with her," Jane said. "I don't care what she said. I wouldn't have done that to you. You have to know that."

"Do I? What are you doing right now? You're drinking. Are you going to get drunk and wake up with some other woman tomorrow?"

"You know that isn't true," Jane said putting the beer down.

"Stop telling me what I know and don't know. If you didn't sleep with her why did you lie? Why didn't you come to me immediately and tell me that you woke up in bed with her? Why did you deny it when I first confronted you?"

Jane moved around her, and Maura saw her rubbing at one of the scars on her hands – a nervous habit she had whenever she was getting emotional.

"I was scared," Jane said. "I was scared. I still don't know what happened that night, but I swear to you I did not have sex with her. I shouldn't have lied about it. I'm sorry."

"You lied to me yet you want me to believe the other things aren't lies. What about the emails?"

"I didn't send those. I don't know how they got there in my email account. I am trying to find out. I need more time to figure this all out."

"That is where we differ. I don't need more time. I am done."

"No. Don't say that. Please Maur don't say that. I can figure this out with more time. Sam did this. She's fed you a much of lies about me, I don't know why – revenge maybe because of how I treated her. But I've found out some stuff about her. Carl, the forensic accountant we sometimes use, he's been looking into some of Sam's financials for me. I will dissect every aspect of her life if I have to in order to figure out why she is doing this and get her to admit the truth."

"You don't get it, do you? This isn't about Samantha. Not really. It's about you and me or what used to be you and me. You promised me. When you asked me to marry you, you promised me that we would always be together and you would always protect me from being hurt. But you didn't. You are the cause of this hurt that's been welling up inside me. I understand now what heartache really is. It's betrayal Jane. It's being betrayed by the one person you thought would always be there for you."

"I'm sorry. Please, Maura. Just give me a chance – a second chance. I will make that heartache go away. I will make you see that I am not this person you have in your mind that I am. I love you. I will say it a thousand times over if I have to. I love you. I will never love another. It's always been you. Please, just don't do this. If you insist on getting this divorce there is no turning back from that. Please."

Maura turned away from her. She didn't want Jane to beg her. She didn't want it because she was afraid her resolve would not be strong enough to resist it. She turned back to Jane who was suddenly right in front of her. "Please Maura," she said in an almost whisper before bending down and kissing her.

The kiss was forceful as if she wanted to pour all the emotions she was feeling into it, and Maura couldn't help but kiss back. It had been so long since she had felt those lips against her, and she found she was hungry for it. She felt Jane wrap her arms around her and she allowed herself to be pulled in closer. The kissing was becoming more passionate, and Jane began to move her backward until she hit the wall. Jane began to kiss her neck and Maura found she was already turned on as she began to unbutton Jane's shirt.

Once unbuttoned she pulled the shirt back off of Jane's shoulders, which momentarily broke off the kissing. Jane reached back and unhooked her bra giving Maura unfettered access to her breasts, which Maura took advantage of by grabbing both as Jane leaned in and continued to kiss along her neck.

Jane grabbed Maura's ass pressing their lower bodies closer to each other. "Maura," she breathed out between kisses. There was never a time that she hadn't found Jane's voice to be sexy. "I love you Maur."

Maura wanted to say it back but didn't. Instead she brought their lips back to together to keep Jane from speaking. Jane broke it off, turned Maura around so she was facing the wall and Jane began to pull off Maura's clothes until she was completely naked. Jane kissed her neck and along her shoulder from behind, reaching around slipping two fingers into her folds and applying pressure on her clit.

Jane continued to move her fingers, gathering up her wetness and Maura pushed her ass back into Jane's groin area. One of Jane's hands snaked up and grabbed her breast, pulling at her nipple.

Maura, after enjoying minutes of this attention, turned and kissed Jane, who this time when she had her hands on Maura's ass pulled her up and Maura wrapped her legs around her. She had forgotten Jane was so strong until Jane carried her to her bedroom. She placed her gently on the bed and Jane stepped back, unbuttoning her own pants and stripping. Maura backed up on the bed as Jane got on it, advancing on Maura and kissing her again, while Maura again fondled Jane's breasts. Jane decided to get in on the action as she moved down Maura's body and sucked on one of Maura's nipples and then the other.
Maura at this point was so revved up that all the nerve endings in her body were exploding. Jane went down further, finally reaching her pussy. She began licking up and down and Maura was moaning in pleasure. Jane pushed two fingers into her – setting a fast rhythm to start off. Jane's long fingers thrust into her and Maura held onto Jane's head knowing she was so close.

"Jane!" she cried out as the orgasm hit her.

They spent the next hours having sex until they were both exhausted. She felt Jane wrap an arm around her. "I love you," Jane said kissing her bare shoulder.

"I love you too," she whispered back before falling asleep.

She woke before Jane did and she moved Jane's arm off of her. She got out of bed and went to the door, pausing, and thinking about the night before. She left the room without looking back and dressed quickly. She had noticed the night before that the divorce papers were sitting on the coffee table. She pulled out a piece of paper from a small notebook she kept in her purse and wrote a quick note. She left it lying there on top of the papers.

It said, "It's over. Sign the papers."