Maura didn't even want to know what the time was by the time she'd finally managed to haul Garrett and his brother into their house and into her bed. She had considered leaving them in the living room on the couch but the last thing she wanted was to be confronted by their sight and smell when she got up in the morning. She sat downstairs in the dark willing herself not to cry. She felt so betrayed by him, this was the man she was supposed to marry in a week's time, the only man she had ever allowed herself to love. She clasped her hands together as she contemplated what to do; there was no way she would ever be allowed to call the wedding off, her family and the Fairfields would never allow that to happen. Her mother would never let her hear the end of it if she caused a public scandal...but at the same time, he had proved to her tonight that she didn't really know him, the Garrett she knew would never put his hands on a woman in violence but it wasn't just the alcohol, deep down inside she knew that, when she saw his face when he was being held back she could see something inside him, something dark and dangerous and truth be told she was scared of what we could become once they were married. She had a fitful sleep on their couch and when she awoke in the morning and began making herself a herbal tea an idea sprang to her mind. Her mother was often sending her away to do work for the Isles Foundation when she was out of town and her mother was currently travelling in Europe somewhere and wouldn't be back until the day of the wedding. A plan quickly formulated in Maura's mind and she grabbed the phone and hastily dialled before either of the two men upstairs awoke.

Jane woke up on her couch with a face full of smelly hair. She grimaced at the smell and sat up too quickly and her head felt like it was sliced in two "Fuck." A noise from next to her made her jump and she looked down in astonishment at the bundle of hair that was excitedly wagging its tail at her. "Oh crap." Suddenly fragments of last night came winging their way back to the brunette and she shook her head, immediately regretting the action. She had been suspended because of that prick, she had no money and Korsak had landed her with this stinky mutt who had refused to stay still to let her bathe her. Jane ran her hands over her face, this was definitely one of the worst hangovers she had ever had, and it was nothing to do with the beer. A shrill noise made her jump for the second time that morning and she cursed at the ringing phone. She shuffled her way into her kitchen to make herself some coffee and scowled at the eager pup who bounded after her. "Why are you so awake?" her voice was even more husky than usual as she griped at the small dog. Her answering machine clicked on and a voice rang out through her apartment.

"Janie? Are you there? Janie pick up!"

Jane closed her eyes to the sound of her Ma's voice and shook her head gently. Sorry Ma I can't, not yet, not until I've figured out what I'm gonna do. She felt awful but she knew that talking to her mother without a solid plan would just upset her and stress her out even more. She looked down at the mutt who's tail was whacking her leg "Guess I'd better take you for a walk before you implode huh?" the little dog almost leapt for joy at the word and Jane couldn't help but chuckle. "After that you are definitely having a bath."

Maura replaced the phone and felt a tingle of excitement run over her body. it was settled, she would be living a different life for the next week, she had rented an apartment in an area not too far from the club; with all those late night finishes she didn't want to have to travel far and she didn't particularly want to take her nice car to that area. She had given her name as Marie Franklin, goodness knows why she chose two great historical figures and inspirations for her fake name whilst she worked at a dance club but they were the first names that sprang to mind that had no reference to her mother or the Fairfields. She crept upstairs only to find that she needed have; both men were still sound asleep snoring like heavy machinery. She had no regrets as she packed some of her things up and headed downstairs to leave Garrett a note. She always believed in talking things through and being honest, it was what she had been brought up to believe but she couldn't do this face to face, besides whenever she tried to lie she broke out into hives and went vasovagal. She finished the note to Garrett and said a brief goodbye to her home "Wish me luck." She whispered and with that she was gone.

Garrett woke up feeling like his head had been used as punch bag for the heavy weight champions of the world. His mouth felt like the inside of cat litter and he smelled like it too. He awoke confused until fragments of the night before filtered through the haze. He felt a body lying next to him and he grinned. He rolled over and caressed the body "Morning my little wife to be. Go get your man a coffee hmm?" he leapt back in horror as Adam rolled over and frowned at him.

"Go get it yourself you lazy bastard."

Garrett snarled at his brother and reluctantly climbed out of his luxurious bed. He walked over to his en suite and yelled out down the stairs "Hey! Maura! Grab me a coffee? I'm going for a shower." He frowned as he stripped off his dirty clothes. What the hell is her problem? She puts me in bed but doesn't bother o take off my clothes? Well she's the one doing the laundry. He hissed in pleasure as the hot spray landed on his body. Unusual for her not to wake me with a coffee and paper...maybe she's gone out to get my favourite pastry. His stomach rumbled in approval and he smiled. Yeah that'll be it.

When he had showered he made his way downstairs "Hey honeybun you here?" he scoured the empty kitchen in dismay. "Maura?" he wandered into the living room where he saw evidence that someone had slept on the couch. "Maura?!" he yelled only to get silence back. He scowled at the empty house and stalked back to the kitchen. He got the coffee beans from the cupboard and made his way over to the coffee machine only to stare at it blankly. How in the hell do you work this thing? It looked like something from the future. He sighed and slammed the coffee beans down onto the counter only to pop the lid off and spill them everywhere. "MAURA?!" he was fuming now.

"Hey bro, shut the hell up will you?" Adam came down rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"Where the fuck is she?"

"How should I know?" Adam sat down heavily on one of the stools at the breakfast bar. He frowned as he spied a piece of paper he read it briefly and slid it across to his brother. "She's gone."

Garrett glared at him "What?" he snatched the paper and read it hurriedly;

Dear Garrett,

I have gone away until the wedding, Mother has requested my presence at some very important functions and I must attend.

Maura.

He snarled at the short note and tore it up angrily "Who the fuck does she think she is?!" he grabbed the phone and rang her cell only to receive her voicemail. "Maura, I don't know where you are, or what you're doing but I got your note and it's not good enough. You're coming home. Now." He slammed down the phone and looked at his brother with disgust.

Maura closed the door after the letting agent and glanced around the small one bed apartment. It wasn't much, the wallpaper was peeling of the walls and there was an odd smell. But it was hers, even just for a week this was all hers, it wasn't hers and Garrett's, it wasn't her mother's, it wasn't an Isles residence. It was just hers, Marie Franklin's. She had initially worried that the agent would ask questions but when she produced the cash she realised she could have been dressed as a gorilla and it wouldn't have mattered. She glanced out of her bedroom window and smiled as she could see a small dog park, it wasn't the best view in the world as there were derelict buildings to the side of her, but it was something. She watched the people walking their dogs for a moment smiling; that might be good place to start coming to run in the mornings. She considered her surroundings a little longer before she turned and began to unpack.

Jane walked Jo Friday to the small dog park she had seen by her apartment. She let her off the leash and sat on a bench nearby. She stretched out in the morning sun and smiled; maybe having this mutt isn't such a bad idea, she'll get me out of the apartment. She looked around at the buildings around the park and spotted a derelict run down building, she recognised it with sadness, it was an old ice cream parlour her and her brothers used to go to when they bunked off from school. She laughed at the memory, her and Tommy would convince Frankie to go with them but he always ended up crying because he felt bad. Her thoughts turned to her Ma and her family and she grew serious again. Think Rizzoli, think! How are we gonna solve this for Ma?

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