AN: Some very mixed responses to the last chapter. I'm grateful people are taking the time to tell me how they feel about this. I am saddened that some feel that they don't wish to continue the story. But I can't make people read what I write, just thankful that some are! I put a Rizzles label on this, because it will be, just not right away.

"Jane what have you done?" Maura covered her mouth with her hand as she looked over the groaning lump on the floor.

"What did I do? That idiot could have killed someone!"

"Do you honestly think I would have let him drive?"

"Maura he drove here drunk! For all we know he could have hurt someone already! Are you seriously defending him?" Jane began to shake her hand out, the impact having bruised her own hand.

They both moved away as a couple of uniformed officers came to pick Mark off the floor, cuffing his hands behind his back they all but carried him out of the door. Maura crossed her arms over her chest watching her fiancé being taken away. Wordlessly she grabbed her belongings and followed. Jane grabbed her coat all but sprinting to catch up.

She burst through the door to see Mark being bundled into a waiting cruiser, but Maura was no where to be seen. An ominous boom of thunder filled the air. She sighed out while throwing the coat around her shoulders, it was going to be a miserable night and the weather didn't sound to good either. Sparing a quick glance at the cruiser leaving the lot she headed to her own car.

As she got closer she could clearly see Maura's car was still there, but no Maura. She definitely didn't leave with mark and there were no signs of life in the drivers seat. Wrapping her coat tighter against the chill she groaned and rolled her eyes knowing that she would have to find her. Sure they bickered in the past but they made up just as quickly. She couldn't leave it as they stood, where did they stand? Would Maura want to talk to her again after this? Like hell she was invited to the wedding now.

"Shit, shit, shit." Jane punted a small rock across the lot as she stomped off to find the blonde, which thankfully didn't take nearly as long as she had anticipated.

Barely a hundred feet from the bar Maura sat on the bench sobbing quietly to herself. What had just happened? Of course she knew what had happened, a great force met an unmovable Jane Rizzoli and here she was in the fall out zone. There was no excusing Mark's behaviour but she hadn't believed him to ever be a danger to anyone. He had been a gentleman, he had been gracious and he had not been scared away by her 'Google Mouth'. It had been so easy to say yes to him, here was a man that didn't seem intimidated by her wealth of knowledge nor social standing.

Jane stood in place a few steps behind the bench, she lightly cleared her throat to speak but was cut off by a voice she barely recognised. Maura had never sounded so defeated, dread had turned Jane's blood to ice as she strained to listen.

"This is all your fault Jane, you know that don't you" The detective stepped forward reaching to touch the shaking shoulder but stopped short,

"I didn't meant it to be, he pushed me."

"I'm not talking about that."

"I know I'm the detective here Maur, but what are you talking about?" She walked around to take a seat beside her, the inches separating them felt like miles.

"When you hit him, I wanted to be mad, I wanted to hate you for it. But I didn't" She wiped away a tear while Jane wrung her hands together.

"If you're not mad, why are you crying? And don't tell me its an involuntary response,"

"I'm not mad Jane, I'm disappointed." Jane hung her head feeling the weight of the words on her. "It happens every time, so I don't know why I didn't see this coming." Breathing deeply she swallowed the tiny sob before looking over to Jane,

"I don't even think I loved him." Jane finally sat up with a questioning look on her face,

"Then why did you, you know." She gesticulated to the ring Maura was worrying on her finger.

"You know I've always been a bit secluded, I could enjoy my own company. But then I met you Jane, and you and your whole family just filled my life. There was always someone around, and even if there wasn't I could call. I had never realised just how much of an impact that had. For the first time I actually craved company, it was because of you I even started dating again." She let out a long breath, Jane had not turned from her, but she was beginning to understand.

"Not all of them worked out, and some didn't even make it passed dinner. It wasn't the same, I didn't feel the same, I still craved the company but the experiences didn't even compare. I felt more included at the loud, rambunctious meals with your family when I hadn't even spoken. And then Mark came along." Jane flinched a little waiting for more blame.

"He really wanted to be there in the moment with me, he wanted to include me. It didn't matter who I was or what I had. So when he proposed, my mouth spoke before my brain could. That never happens, unless," It was her turn to avert her eyes, "Unless I'm with you."

"So what are you saying here Maura? It's my fault your relationships don't work out? Thats not really fair Maur, I mean apart from when I slap one with a haymaker, that one you can pin on me."

Maura turned holding out an accusative finger, "See! You're doing it again!" Jane's faced was conflicted between shock at the outburst and anger at it.

"You always do that. You try and make light of it, like it's not a big deal. Thinking it'll cheer me up,"

"You want me to stop trying to make you feel better? Maura I know you've had a sheltered life, but that's what friends do!" Jane jumped out of her seat and began pacing to try and walk off the rising red mist.

"Friends try to make each other feel better, but they shouldn't be outshining your choices either." Maura folded her arms, she knew where the argument was going and she was doing her best to try and hold some dignity, even if her puffy eyes betrayed her.

"Ok now I'm really confused, are you blaming me for 'every' bad relationship you've had? How in the entirety of the cosmos is that my fault?" Maura sniffed deeply before standing to face the detective.

"Because they're not you!" She turned tail and marched to her car furiously wiping fresh tears from her face, leaving Jane in the dust. Seconds later Jane was jogging after her.

"Hey! Hey wait! You don't get to do that, you can't land something like that on me and run off! Maura wait!"

The silver prius sped past her and into the night. The thunder boomed again making way for the rain. She ran her hands over her face before bellowing obscenities into the air. Her hair already sticking to her face she wrenched open the door to her cruiser throwing herself into the front seat before slamming it with just as much force. She wanted to cry but it the rage in her wouldn't give way to them, she needed to burn it off, to think. What the hell was she going to do now? Had she just destroyed a wedding along with her best friend?

Closed fist beating the steering wheel were a backing track to angry words, they needed to be said but she was thankful only she could hear.