Will update as regularly as possible.

Still don't own the show :)

After arriving in Cape Cod, Jane and Maura had decided to spend their first day at the house. Both were too consumed by the words spoken in the car. Jane, for most part had spent the day curled up on the couch under a blanket. She had joined Maura for a brief walk on the beach, but being on the cusp of winter, didn't actually call for more to do with this choice of holiday location. Jane had to figure that the season had factored into Maura's decision.

Maura had also kept to herself. Jane had seen her disappear into her little office once or twice but had ultimately spent the majority of her time on the front deck staring out at the water.

Jane wasn't one hundred percent sure how this was conducive to them repairing their marriage but had to admit that she hadn't wanted to go to work that morning.

All her friends and colleagues had witnessed the explosion of Maura yesterday. They had seen her fall apart. Even Sean, who had been her step father since she was 15, had witnessed her down fall. It had probably been a contributing factor to why he had been so quick to approve her holiday. She had embarrassed him.

The thought of such things made her feel guilty. The man was a fantastic lieutenant and a stand-out father figure. She may not call him dad, but he had done more for her than her Pop ever did. Francesco Senior was a raging alcoholic, a terrible businessman and a lousy husband. He had left their family in a massive debt while he fled, chasing a barely legal skirt, when Jane was 13.

Jane knew that there was a time that she had idolised her father, but the way he had left her Ma and the hurt it caused her family, tore it all away.

There was a part of Jane that was glad she had not progressed to the point of having children with Maura, not that either of them didn't want to. They had been looking into adoption and IVF when Jane had found herself pinned to a basement floor with a pair of scalpels through her hands. They hadn't touched the topic since.

Thinking of kids, Jane figured that if kids were involved now and she wasn't able to salvage her marriage or what they were as a couple, then the kids would experience what it was like to have a broken home, just like she had.

At the thought of things not working out, Jane's heart clenched. It was a true indication that it wasn't something she wanted. She wanted Maura, hell, she still wanted the house in the suburbs and a couple of kids, like they had fist planned. She just wasn't sure how she could tell Maura, furthermore, how did they get past all this and begin to mend?

Jane turned her head to look towards the doors her wife had been hiding behind. She wondered what it was that she was doing.

Slowly Jane stood, pulling her quilt with her. For a second she hesitated. Should she go to her wife or leave her be? Were they going to have dinner together or separately? Jane thought she could order some take out, it would save them from having to go to a restaurant as neither of them had gathered food to stock the fridge or cupboards.

Before Jane's head could decide, her heart decided for her and soon enough she found herself standing in front of the door that divided her from her wife.

As her hand took a hold of the handle, her head was screaming at her to retreat back to the couch and forget about everything. Fighting back the thought, Jane turned the handle and pulled the door open.

Maura wasn't there.

Panic started to overtake as Jane's eyes flicked down to the water. There was no sign of Maura.

Retreating back into the house, Jane dropped the quilt as she made her way to the small office to check whether Maura has slipped by her and gone in there, but still no Maura. Jane tried to remain calm as she fought the things stirring in her head and heart.

Had Maura finally left her?

Has she told her she was going?

Was she coming back?

Jane staggered back out the front door and onto the beach. The sand was cool against her bare feet, she looked in both directions, hoping to see that her wife had simply gone for a jog.

She wasn't their either.

Jane didn't know what to think. Has Maura been unhappy with their exchange in the car and the continued silence that she had decided to leave? Would it be that easy for her wife to walk away from her?

Jane felt her legs give out and she collapsed on the deserted beach. No tears came, but an uncertainty and dread took over. So much so that she didn't hear the closing of a door or the calling of her name.