Unfortunately I don't own either show, I'm simply passionate about the characters. I worship the ground on which Shonda Rhimes and Tess Gerritsen walk upon.
Jane was unsure what to think of being woken early and ushered into the prius that belonged to her wife. Maura had obviously organised something as there sat her travel bag on the back seat.
Work, Jane was sure she was supposed to have work. There was no holiday scheduled for either of them despite having multiple days banked. They were supposed to be getting ready for work. Instead Jane found herself in her red sox hoodie, sweat pants and slippers in the passenger seat of the car.
Maura had taken the time to dress in jeans and a sweater and Jane was unsure why she hadn't been given the same opportunity, especially when the car pulled onto the freeway leading out of Boston.
Jane looked nervously at her wife who had recently handed her her sunglasses and pondered whether she had completely lost her shit.
They hadn't spoken since Maura had kissed her during the previous night and she had been allowed to retreat to the safety of the spare room which hd become her bedroom over the course of the past 6 months although, she knew that Maura wouldn't allow the transition to that room to become official. Jane wasn't 100% sure whether it was what she wanted either.
Jane shifted her head so that she was looking out the window watching the remnants of Boston pass by, She wanted to ask where they were going but wasn't sure whether she wanted the answer.
Head resting against the glass, Jane let the silence engulf her and slowly let her eyes close behind her sunglasses.
A hand came down to rest upon her leg. It moved up and down before finally giving her thigh a squeeze. The sensation was very much like an electric shock being sent through her body. Jane stiffened, tempted to grab her wives hand and acknowledge her touch. The hand lifted under her movement and Jane opened her eyes to watch as Maura seemed to look as though she was burnt and moved it back to the steering wheel.
Letting out a sigh, Jane squeezed her eyes shut and tried to ignore the predicament that she found herself in. She couldn't recall how they got to this point in their marriage and she had no idea how they would come back from it.
... Heavy Heart... Heavy Heart... Heavy Heart...
Ellis Grey sat at her office desk. The cool mahogany wood was almost covered in paper work. She had been swamped from the moment she had entered the hospital, between patient charts, grant approvals and notes from Katherine about possible venues for Meredith's wedding.
She hadn't let her daughter know that her husbands employee would be feeding her information in regards to her wedding plans, but she really wanted to have some in put and monitor the progress. As it was, she regretted that she didn't have a close relationship with her daughter and knew very much that it was her own doing.
Things that had occurred in her past had left her not knowing how to bond with her daughter, which had included the fear of losing her. It was something she had confided in Thatcher about and from the moment it hadn't been discussed again. Instead, he had agreed to pick up the slack where Meredith was concerned and as a result, he had been more privy to the happening of Meredith's world than she had ever been.
Trying not to dwell on the notion, Ellis shifted the papers to locate the sonogram that her daughter and presented her with a couple of days earlier. Addison had given the title of Grey Torres in the top right corner and Ellis didn't let her eyes dwell on it too much as she let them shift over the developing feotus that was going to make her a grandmother.
The thought of the baby gave her cause to smile and it wasn't something that she felt she could explain. When she had found out that Meredith was engaged to Callie she thought that the chance to be a grandmother was all but removed. Of course, she knew that her daughter would be able to procreate without a man being permanently in her life due to IVF, but she had thought it unlikely as it hadn't been a desire that her daughter had expressed.
Thumbing the image carefully, Ellis moved it to the side, propping it up against the family photo that had been positioned there.
It was a very different family to the one she had almost had years earlier and yet one that she couldn't imagine living without now. Ellis could only hope that she could do better for her future grandchild than she had been for Meredith.
Letting out a small sigh, Ellis let her eyes flick to her mail pile and moved to pick ip the letter with the post mark of Boston. Her body remembered her time in that city just as much as her heart did.
Suddenly her pager sounded. Pulling back the hand that had been reaching for the envelope, Ellis checked her pager and on reading 911 for the pit. She quickly stood, pulling on her lab coat. She then proceeded to her office door. The chaos of paperwork on her desk would have to wait, as would the letter from Boston.
