Jane sat at her desk and typed out the report for the murder suicide from the previous day. Her eyes turned to the small clock on the computer screen. Maura was probably checking in for her flight right now. Would it be okay to text her? The brunette shook her head. I should learn to be on my own she mumbled and went back to typing.

It had been nice eating pizza and watching a movie with Maura though and Jane thought how she could get used to such evenings. She had finally decided to accept Maura's offer to move into the guest house until she had found her own place after three beers and a snuggle session with the blonde.

When Jane closed her eyes, she could still feel the petite body in her arms and her head on her shoulder. The scent of Maura's expensive perfume was tickling her nose from memory.

"Hey Jane. Jane? Jane!" Korsaks voice barely reached her. Only reluctantly she let him drag her out of the revery. "What is it?" she asked, and he sighed. "Why don't you go home? There's nothing to do here and Cavanaugh said that you could take a few days off for moving into your new home."

The brunette blinked a few times. She couldn't recall her boss saying that and when her former partner saw the puzzled look on her face he chuckled. "He mentioned it earlier when I was in his office to talk about Mr. and Mrs. Jolly. The case will rest until there is a further development. We have literally nothing to go on and you have more important stuff to do anyways." Korsak winked at her and she nodded.

"Okay then." She replied and quickly shut down her computer before another murder occurred or Cavanaugh overthought his decision. Korsak was right. She had more important stuff to do than sitting in the office. Gabriel who had still some belongings at their home would come to Boston for the weekend which meant that Jane had four days left to install herself at her interim home in beacon hill because she didn't want to sleep under the same roof as her future ex-husband.

Thinking of which she dialed her lawyers' number. If she got lucky, he could finish the papers until Gabriel's arrival so that they could sign them together while he was there

R&I

It was close to midnight when Jane carried the last box of the day to her car. After shoving it into the last empty spot she closed the trunk and glanced towards the starry sky. The sweat ran down her back due to the work but also the heat which had captured Boston in this late summer.

Her eyes wandered to the house which had been her home for the past years, and she sighed. The house itself wasn't important to her and she already felt like a stranger in it. What mattered though was the town. She could never leave Boston she thought and wondered how Maura had managed with moving around a lot through her life.

She walked back into the building which now looked even more chaotic than the day she had returned from Nairobi and opened the fridge to get a bottle of cool water. First, she held it against her sweating forehead which felt incredibly good. Then she emptied the bottle with a few gulps.

The buzzing of her phone on the kitchen counter alerted her to a new message and she grabbed it to see that there was a new message from Maura.

Hey, I don't know if you are already asleep. But I just wanted to let you know that I made it home safe. Good night.

Jane calculated what time it was in San Francisco, just like Maura probably had done before texting her and concluded that it was only 3 in the afternoon there. Which meant that the flight had been delayed by 2 hours.

I'm still up. Spent this evening packing boxes. How was your flight? She typed while walking towards the living room.

Its getting serious huh? Don't forget to drink. Studies have shown that packing boxes equals to doing construction work. One dehydrates easily.

Jane laughed because this message was so typical for Maura. She took a picture of the fresh bottle of spring water in her hand and sent it to her friend with the words Yes ma'm.

Then her phone rang, and she picked up. "Hey." She greeted the blonde cheerfully and slumped onto the couch.

"Hey yourself."

They spent some two hours talking about Maura's flight, the delay and how Jane had gotten the rest of the week off.

"If everything goes according to the plan, I will spend my first night at the guest house tomorrow. Frankie, Korsak and the rest of the family will come and help with the rest of the things which are in the house." Jane told the blonde who sounded exciting when saying that it was good.

It was indeed good. Jane thought about the weekend and how she was going to spend a lot of time with her daughter. Seen as to how she was only going to unpack the things they needed it wouldn't be much work and she would have a lot of time on her hand. If everything was going according to the plan though. And that seldom happened in Janes life.

R&I

The next few days, Jane was busy with the move. Who would have thought that one person alone could gather so many things?

"I'm just about to be done." She said when picking up Maura's call late on Friday evening.

"Good for you. And even better that you have the weekend off. You will need the time to relax and make yourself comfortable. If you should need anything from the main house, don't be shy to take it."

Jane shifted from one foot to the other, looking to the ground. "Thank you. So, how is your day?"

Maura chuckled. "Busy. When I told you that I had to go home because they had been understaffed, they really meant it. Besides, it appears as if they are unable to get things done when I'm not here." The doc tried to sound cheerful but Jane could hear that the doc was just strained and close to break down.

"Poor you. You must be exhausted too." She said empathetically.

"Let me put it like this: I'm looking for a weekend off too." Maura replied and both chuckled.

Jane looked up when she saw headlights coming up the driveway. A dark van made its way towards the house. Gabriel was one day early, and she hadn't expected him. "Gabriel just arrived. Can I call you back later?" she asked and hung up after they had said goodbye and watched her husband getting out of his truck.

"Hey." She tried to sound friendly. "I'm just wrapping up here and driving home."

"Oh really? To your girlfriend?" he mocked her, and she rolled her eyes.

"Let's just not do this okay?" she stated while closing the lid of her trunk.

"Do what, Jane?" he smirked coming closer which she didn't like.

"Just stop making such stupid comments. I'm tired of them and they lead nowhere. If you have nothing nice to say just shut it okay?"

He followed her around her car and his hand shot up to hold the door of her car shut. "You aren't the only one who has a say, Jane. And you most certainly are not in the position to tell me to shut up. I can say whatever I want."

For the fraction of a second Jane was worried that he would hit her. But to her relieve he took his hand away and let her get into her car. She slammed it shut and drove off.

Once at Maura's guesthouse she stepped out of the car and pulled out her phone to call the doc. But for some reason she didn't pick up. Therefore, Jane began carrying the things into her new home. She still wasn't used to it and glanced around the rooms. She was grateful that Angela had offered to keep Marcella until Jane had the house ready for them to live in.

When Maura hadn't called her back three hours later, Jane wrote her a short text saying that all of her belongings where now moved and that she was going to bed.

R&I

Gabriel took his time reading the divorce papers and Jane watched him in silence. Her lawyer had already sent him the divorce papers three days prior. He didn't have to sign now. But he seemed to want to get it over with as much as Jane did.

She tried to recall their beginnings, when both had had the illusion that it would work out. When they were much younger and much more fun. It hadn't been perfect, but it had been good. How sad that it had to end like this.

Enough bad words had fallen between them over the last weeks. Jane had managed to keep calm and maneuver herself through the pain, but she knew that now when the papers were signed, she would break down. Later when she was alone in a home that wasn't hers, surrounded by boxes which contained her life she would allow herself to cry and mourn. Because even if this was the best decision it was a sad one.

Gabriel wore a pout and she saw him reach for the pen in his jacket. They exchanged glances but both quickly averted their eyes. His hand moved swiftly over the paper as he signed at all the exes before sliding the paper over to her.

She subconsciously checked if he had missed anything before signing herself. At the wedding there was always the moment when someone happily pronounced two people to become a couple. Funny how you were alone when a couple split into two individuals again.

There was a moment of silence and Jane glanced around the house with its boxes and empty shelves. Silence when she took the papers of the table. She weirdly felt the need to hug the man in front of her, despite of all of the bad things he had said and done. It would have been the right end to their story she thought. But she knew that it was wrong, and he wouldn't want it. He was mad at her and unwilling to put an end to it all. The only reason he had signed was because he knew that there was no sense in trying to get her back.

He was mad because she refused to be his toy for any longer. And Gabriel Dean was not used to people saying no. Especially not to him.

He briskly stood up from his chair and walked past her without any further words. There was no goodbye when Jane left her set of keys to their home on the kitchen counter before walking out to her SUV.

He signed. We're divorced. Was the simple message she typed and sent to her mother and Maura before driving towards beacon hill.

She ignored her mother's calls and anyone else's and focused on the street with a sad look. Jane almost regretted declining Maura's offer to fly in from San Francisco over the weekend to give her emotional support. But she felt that it was better. For her but also for the blonde. Besides, if Maura was covered in work it was not the best idea to let her come all the way from San Francisco.