Olivia sits in front of the three men before her. She had been enjoying her freedom since her bail had been posted, so she was irritated that Liam, her lawyer, had told her that she was expected at a meeting.

"How may I help you, gentlemen?"

The one furthest left opened his mouth to speak first. He was vertically challenged and bald, his round face lined with stubble that made him look even sloppier. Compared to the other two, who were dressed in what looked to be expensive suits, he looked out of place. She assumed that he must be the spokesperson.

"Olivia Rosenburg. You have made quite a name for yourself since your days in Roanoke."

Olivia's smile instantly falls. "How do you know where I was born?"

He clears his throat. "You need not concern yourself with that. What you need to focus on is that you have attracted the attention of some very powerful people, people who expect your loyalty in return for the bail that was posted for your freedom."

Oliva folds her hands together on the table between them. "So this is what this is about? Because I don't answer to anyone, especially not to three random men. If it's the bail that you care about, feel free to take it back and have them throw me back in that place. It's not too bad in there."

The man sitting in the middle speaks up this time. "Unfortunately, it is too late for that now. What we would like to offer you is a partnership. If you cooperate, we will make sure that the trial is ruled in your favor. Once you are free, you can do as you please. However, in the meantime, it is expected that you collaborate with us."

"Collaborate, huh? What are we talking about? Do you want me to kill more people so you can take credit? What is it that you want?"

The man leans forward on his elbows. With wavy, blond hair, he looks as if he belonged in a music video instead of here, threatening Olivia. "We want the same thing you want. We want Jane Rizzoli to suffer and regret every single thing that she has ever done. And when she has endured enough, well, we want to see her dead."

Olivia sits back in her chair, considering the offer. Although she had been ready to plead guilty and serve her time, considering that the love of her life was now dead, she thought about how comfy her life could be with the help of wealthy, powerful people. Perhaps she could even avoid jail time and just move to the countryside, raising animals and pursuing a life of anonymity, as she always wanted.

She extends her arm out to the men, taking the time to shake each of their hands.

"Looks like we have a deal."

Before Olivia had left the room, she had been asked to hand over the USB containing the video of Maura when she was under Olivia's capture. Olivia had hesitated, wanting to choose when and how Jane found out about the tape, but she knew how to pick her battles. Those men had the drive now, which meant that the tape could be released to either Jane or the public very soon. When Olivia had asked about any details, they had been very short with her, essentially telling her that their plan would be evident soon. Olivia no longer cared particularly about the video, as these men had provided her with another way to hurt Jane. She had turned herself into BPD during a moment of weakness after killing Sarah, but Olivia was beginning to think that perhaps it was the right move, as it had landed her right in the palms of these men.

Their last week in Boston had flown by, as Maura was busy preparing her team for her upcoming absence. Jane had alternated her time between going on long runs and preparing her lesson plans for her first week at Quantico. Although it was still a month away, Jane wanted to avoid doing any time of work while she was in Paris with Maura. The runs had helped her clear her mind about the upcoming move, the drama with Olivia, and her feelings for Maura. With each mile, she felt herself getting stronger and stronger, and it felt good to recover from her recent injuries. Jane was able to do most things independently now, and her good aim had returned once her shoulder regained some of its strength. Thankfully, as a law enforcement officer and future member of the FBI, she would be cleared to bring her gun abroad, which brought her some peace of mind.

Jane tightens the laces of her shoes and stands up straight, jumping on her toes to get her blood flowing. It would be her last run before their flight later that night, so Jane wanted to savor it while it lasted. She turns down the sidewalk path through the Boston Public Garden, taking in the sights as she runs past people sitting on picnic blankets and park benches. Most of the leaves on the trees had turned color and fallen to the ground already, leaving branches barren while the ground was covered. Jane's phone buzzes and she lets out a sigh. So much for peacefulness. Glancing at the screen, she sees a text from Agent Davies.

Hey Jane. Heard about the change to your start date, I hope it's not because I made you feel uncomfortable or anything. I'm still looking forward to being able to work with you more.

Jane closes out of the text message before checking for one from Maura. When there isn't one, she places her phone back into her pocket and picks up her pace again.

15 minutes later, her muscles had begun to feel warmed up and she was making good time on her mile. As her lungs exerted themselves, she felt alive and enjoyed the cold air that came in. As thoughts of Maura pop up into Jane's mind, she pushes them away by pounding her feet harder into the ground beneath her. Maura's smile, her hair, and those damn eyes. Jane was letting herself get distracted, which she knew would only lead to frustration and tension considering that she was about to be trapped on a plane in close proximity to Maura.

She runs past the Parkman Bandstand, a domed structure that was a well-known landmark in the area. Upon seeing it, she knew that she was halfway through her run since the structure was located at the opposite end of the park from where she had entered. Rounding the corner, Jane picks up her speed even more, wanting to really push herself. As she thinks about how to suppress her feelings, she feels a surge of excitement at being able to explore the city with Maura. Jane envisions candlelight dinners with the Eiffel Tower as a backdrop and Maura holding on to her tightly as they ride a Vespa through the narrow streets. She shakes her head, hoping to clear her head of those thoughts as her workout comes to an end. When she reaches the opening of the gate that she had originally come in through, Jane slows down and jogs back to Maura's.

Before jumping in the shower, Jane sends a text back to Davies.

Just working through some personal stuff. I would like to keep things professional, but I appreciate all of your help lately. See you in a bit.

She does a quick rinse, hoping to get dressed and finalize her packing before Maura makes it home. An hour later, Maura returns home from her half-day at BPD. She was grateful that it had been a relatively slow day in the office, as her mind was focused on their upcoming flight. As Maura re-calculates how much time sitting in traffic and going through airport security will take, she decides to stop by Boston Joe's to get something hot to drink for both Jane and herself.

Maura remembers to send a text to her mother, Constance, updating her on their expected arrival at the Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport. Her mother responds back promptly, wishing her daughter safe travels and expressing her excitement at being able to see her soon. Maura finally breathes a sigh of relief, knowing that all of her affairs were in order and she could focus on her own excitement for the trip. There was so much that she wanted to show Jane, especially the house where she had spent her early years as a young child. After medical school, it had become difficult for Maura to return back to her parent's home in Paris, so this trip would be a long-awaited reunion. The flight was only 7 hours long, so Maura packed light for her carry-on, knowing that she would spend the majority of the time sleeping as it was an overnight flight. After checking her work email one last time, she logs out of her laptop, turning it off before placing it in a locked drawer within her desk. For the next few months, she would be virtually unreachable as she left BPD for Paris's sunshine.

2 minutes after Maura's laptop had turned off, a new email pops up in her email with the subject line reading "Noli me oblivisci." To the untrained eye, this subject line would be indecipherable.

However, Doctor Maura Isles would be able to understand it as "Forget me not."