Maura Isles sat in her car, unable to bring herself to return to her empty house. Once Jane had moved out, the massive property had lost all semblance of warmth, except for when Angela filled her kitchen with delicious smells while cooking. So she sat in her driveway, watching as the wind chime on her patio twirled around itself. It had been a long day, with autopsies stacked upon each other as the anticipation of Halloween encouraged citizens to perform evil acts on each other. Maura had stayed 3 hours after work to finish her paperwork, and she could still see the words blurring into each other when she closed her eyes. She wasn't able to eat all day, having only consumed a few cups of coffee to keep her energy up. Her stomach growled, but it did nothing to increase her lack of an appetite. Grasping her purse from the passenger's seat, Maura makes her way down the path to her front door. With every step, her heels dig into the back of her foot, further punishing her already tired feet. Even the thought of shoe shopping with a glass of wine sounded unappetizing. As Maura turns the key, an overwhelming smell wafts through the door. It smelled like an entire garden of flowers. Confused, she walks in and flicks on the light.

Bouquets of all sorts were packed into every corner and space of her living room. Maura could no longer see her floor, and even her couch and kitchen countertops were filled with vases. Beautiful flowers of every shade hung above the vases and Maura spotted some of her favorites. A white card with Maura's name painted on the back of it sat facing up in the middle of the sea of flowers. Maura squishes between all of them, barely being able to make a path for herself. As she turns the card, her breath hitches.

This time, the flowers are from me. You mean more to me than anything. More than baseball, more than my ego, and more than being a detective. I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me someday.

Yours undoubtedly,
Jane Clementine Rizzoli

Maura steps back, unable to fathom how so many flowers could have been packed into the first floor of her house. On her dining table, a bag from her favorite Italian restaurant was sitting and waiting for her. Her eyes roll back at the smell of the bag's contents and she begins to feel hungry again. Inside, a three-course meal awaits her, along with another note.

I know you probably haven't been able to eat anything all day. Frost told me that things at work have been crazy. Don't forget to take care of yourself and know that if you forget to do so, I will be here to back you up.

Maura's tears come freely now, as she feels touched by how well Jane knows her. The thought of cooking or even picking up the phone to place an order for food had seemed like too much work for her tonight and Jane had anticipated that. Jane had enough foresight to leave a small space for Maura to navigate to the oven and back, which Maura appreciated.

As she takes in all of the flowers before her, Maura waits for her dinner to finish reheating with her heart feeling as if it would burst.

This complicates things, she thinks to herself.

Angela knocks on Maura's door with her hands full of lasagna and Maura's favorite, zeppole. As she waits, she begins to wonder if Maura wasn't home, as the woman was usually prompt in getting to the door. Just as she finishes that thought, Maura opens the door, sending a wave of smells and sights to Angela's senses.

"Mother of God!" Angela exclaims as she clutches her chest. Her jaw hits the floor as she scans the room.

"What the hell happened here, Maura? Did a flower shop explode in your living room? Good Lord!"

The sight before her doesn't get old despite how many times Maura takes a look. She is still in shock that Jane Rizzoli, a woman who actively ran from her feelings, was capable of being such a romantic.

"Courtesy of your daughter, Angela."

Angela tilts her head. "Are you sure, Maura?" She catches herself. "Not to say that Janie wouldn't be capable of this but my goodness. There is barely enough room to walk in here."

Maura confirms Angela's question with a nod. "There's a card from her. I haven't spoken to her yet. I'm a bit at a loss of words, as you can see."

Angela beams as she thinks about how her daughter had taken the bait with the flowers that she and Frankie had sent. On top of that, she was impressed at Jane's very big display of love. As she feels the petals between her fingers, Angela knows that her daughter has finally come around. She can't wait to call Frankie. She can already imagine his reaction.

Excusing herself so she can go make that call, she hugs Maura. "You should call Jane, sweetie." Angela heads towards her guest house, leaving the trays of food on the chair outside, as there was no room anywhere in that house.

"I know you sent those flowers, ma."

Angela nearly shrieks bloody murder at the sound of Jane's voice surprising her in the dark. Jane is standing against the wall of Angela's guest house, having let herself in earlier once the flowers had been delivered.

"What did I say about scaring your mother?" Angela says as Jane comes to give her a hug.

"My daughter hugging me? What did you do?" Angela teases.

Jane kisses the top of her mother's head. "Nothing, ma. I just appreciate the help. You know that this is something that I need to figure out myself with Maura though, right?"

"I know, sweetie. I'm sorry. I know that you hate it when I stick my head where it doesn't belong. But it was killing me having to see you and Maura mope around all day and pretend like you're fine." Angela grabs her daughter's face and gives her a loud smooch on the cheek. "Well, did it work it? Did I make you re-think your bull-deaded tendencies?"

Jane moves her head in the direction of Maura's main house. "You tell me, ma. Did it work?"

Angela grabs Jane's hands. "Oh Janie! I wish you could have seen the look on Maura's face. That poor woman looked like she was about to faint of happiness."

"She wasn't annoyed or anything?" Jane asks hesitantly. She wasn't sure how Maura would react to the large gift after they hadn't spoken in a while.

Patting Jane's cheek, Angela feels for her daughter, knowing that the woman must be in so much pain without her best friend. "No, Janie. You did good." As Jane grins, Angela returns the smile. "When is your brother's party?"

"Tonight. Frost secured Fenway for us. Can you believe it, ma? Dreams that I've had since I was a little girl are coming true. I get to run across the home plate tonight," Jane says with twinkles in her eyes.

Angela thinks about all the times her three children had begged her to bring them to a Red Sox game. Even now as adults, their obsession with their home team had not diminished. "I am so happy for you. For Frankie and Tommy too. It sounds like a good time."

Jane grabs her coat, slipping it on. "Well, I'm off. Thanks again for your help, ma. I know you're trying your best to support me."

"I love you, honey. I never agreed with some of the hateful speech that came from the church and your father may be traditional, but I have moved past that. Maura is a lovely woman and I couldn't have imagined a better partner for you." Angela looks like she is on the brink of tears, but she stops herself from crying in front of Jane. "Don't think that gets you out of grandkids though."

This draws a laugh out of Jane. "I wouldn't have expected it to, ma. Go give Frankie some grief, alright? He's the one getting married!"

Angela waves her daughter to the door. "Go have a good time with your brother and stop showing up to my house at night trying to scare me."

Frost shakes the hand of the security guard in front of him. "Appreciate it, man."

The guard returns the handshake with a firm grasp. "Absolutely. My boss tells me that he owes you for saving his life back in the day."

Frost shakes his head. "I was just doing my job. Tell him thank you again for me, will you?"

With a nod, the security guard pulls open the gate, letting Frankie, Jane, and the rest of the men through. The stadium was empty, with only the floodlights illuminating the field before them. As all of them turn and look around, Frost is astounded by how small they felt in the midst of all those stadium seats. No wonder athletes dedicated their lives to be able to play on a level this big. He sets the six-pack of beer down next to him, picking up a bat. Giving it a few swings, he turns it around in his hand, feeling its weight before moving to the next bat. Frost hands a bat that has passed his inspection to Frankie.

"Here, bro. Check this one out."

Frankie grabs it from him, doing half-swings with it before putting his gloves on.

"I like it."

Frost gives him a thumbs up, adjusting his cap as he jogs to the pitcher's mound with a bucket of baseballs in his hand. A couple of buddies from Frankie's days as a street cop are there, chatting with beers in their hands as they watch Frankie step up to bat. Mark Bianchi, Frankie's best friend from high school, is also there. Frost winds up, sending a few down to Frankie. For the next several hours, they all take turns pitching and batting in the presence of good company. Frost is back at the mound and Mark is holding a bat over his shoulders, ready to swing.

Frankie and Jane were watching on the sidelines. Standing next to each other, the two looked as if they were twins.

"Having fun?" Jane asks.

"Oh, definitely," Frankie replies as the two of them turn at the same time to watch a ball fly into the air.

"Are you ready to be a husband?", Jane asks, looking at her younger brother. He had grown up so fast.

"I think I am. I gotta admit, the idea does scare me a little. I don't wanna end up like our parents."

Jane knows the feeling. "You're better than that, Frankie. Just be good to her and don't lose sight of your family and you'll be fine."

Frankie shifts so they're facing each other. "So are you, Jane. You shouldn't be so ready to give it all up."

"I know," Jane says as she peels at the cracked leather on her glove. "I just don't know what to do anymore."

Frankie drapes his arm across her shoulders. "You'll figure it out. Hopefully, before she leaves."

As she stands up straight, Frankie's arm's fall from Jane's sudden movement. "Maura's leaving?"

Frankie bites his tongue. "You didn't know?"

The whites of Jane's eyes show as she widens them. "Know what, Frankie?"

"Maura's leaving for Paris at the end of the month. Nina only found out because she saw Maura's ticket when Maura was looking for her boarding pass during their trip."

"Do you know how long? Why the hell is she leaving? Is it for good?"

Excusing himself to grab another beer, Frankie walks away before his sister snaps. "I don't know, Jane. You gotta talk to her before it happens."

As the party wraps up, Jane manages to hide her emotions for the sake of Frankie until things are over. The crew walks out together, and Jane peels out of the parking lot before most of them have even arrived to their car.