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

Raking both hands through unruly hair she clenched her jaw, squared her shoulders, carefully putting the car in drive. She couldn't risk her temper getting her into another accident, besides it gave her time to think, time to process. Maura hadn't exactly been clear, her own anger forcing her words. How much did she really mean? Who was she kidding, Maura can't lie, she can evade but that wasn't the case here. She was unloading, and giving it both barrels at that.

Jane pulled up outside her own apartment, shutting off the engine she stepped out into the storm. Her arms wrapped around herself against the instant cold, she cursed her fumbling hands as she fought with the lock. Stepping inside she threw her keys on a waiting side table, her cold fingers grasping the weapon at her side. She slid out the magazine before stowing them away. The rain had soaked her clothes, clinging uncomfortably against her skin.

She stood in the middle of the room, eyes boring a hole into the opposite wall. Small drops of water were making a puddle around her feet. Her hand at her waist while the other buried into soaked tresses. Her heart was heavy; guilt was filling her, taking over the anger. If she hadn't, well it was too late for that, she had to do it right?

"Goddamnit." She spun on the spot and reached the door in two strides, snatching her keys and slamming the door behind her.

Maura pulled into her driveway, quietly cutting the ignition. Her kitchen light was on, Angela was still up. Pulling out her compact she set to cleaning her face up, she knew she meant well but if she even caught a clue that something was wrong Angela would never let it go. Using her fingers to comb her hair back she checked and rechecked. Breathing deep she stepped from the car making her way to the door.

Locking the door behind her she kicked off her shoes, hung her damp coat and tried to steal herself for the coming conversation. Breathing slowly in an effort to slow her pounding heart she placed her purse on her sofa, the living room dimly lit from the kitchen. Looking over she couldn't see anyone by the counter.

"Angela? Hello?"

Nothing, no one spoke. She strained to hear, but there was nothing. She deflated grateful for the silence. After double checking she was alone she finally let go, her hand shooting to cover her mouth she nearly doubled over as her body wracked with uncontrollable sobs. She bit into her own hand to stifle her cries as she allowed herself to slide to the floor.

Sucking in a desperate lungful of air she tried to regain some control. The tears fell freely, there was nothing she could do about them, but she would at least try. Furiously wiping at her face she forced herself to stop and think. Why was she turning into this mess? She hadn't even been able to focus on what was causing her sobs; she hadn't thought her body had just reacted. Pulling her knees to her chest she rested her head. She shut her eyes, but the tears still got out.

The kitchen light flickered, the whole house lit up for a brief second before the thunderous crack shook the ground. Plunged into darkness the rational part of her brain forced everything onto the back burner. The power was out and she was alone in the darkness. Reaching up she used the counter to get back to her feet. Finding the sink in the moonlight she opened a cupboard underneath, blindly searching for the scented candles she had stored away. When her hand fell on one she was thankful for Angela's organizing as the matches weren't far behind.

Setting the candle on the counter she struck the match and touched it to the wick. A few seconds passed before a warm low light shone in the gloom. But now the task was complete, looking into the flame she sniffed, wiping away any tears that still clung to her cheek. She decided she needed more light, anything to not feel so isolated. Using her small lantern she searched out more candles, placing several around the living room. It almost looked romantic if it wasn't for a practical purpose.

The storm had knocked out the street lights as Jane navigated the familiar roads. She slowly pulled into Maura's street, trying to park a little way away from the house. The rain hadn't let up, freezing clothes clung still. She had no idea what she was going to say, what could she say?

"Well you're here now Rizzoli, get to it." She stepped out of the car into the pitch dark.

She was only two houses away, but somehow climbing Kilimanjaro seemed a simpler task. Clenching her jaw she willed herself to keep going. She couldn't go back; she had to work this out before it destroyed them both. Maura had said she wasn't mad, ok so that had to be true. But she was sure as hell upset. She couldn't be upset about what she had done if she wasn't mad, right?

But something had to have happened, something triggered it.

"Call yourself a detective Rizzoli, can't even figure out how you pissed off your best friend."

She stopped, she was there, walking up the path she tried to look for signs that Maura was home. Sure the car was on the drive, she strained her neck to try and look into the gloom of the dark house. There was a dim orange glow, small but there.

"All or nothing," She reached up and knocked the door before stepping a respectable distance back.

Seconds felt like years as rain poured down draining out any other noise in the street. She shivered feeling the cold of her clothes, but she stood stead fast. Trying to exude confidence while her heart had sunk in her chest, she still wasn't sure what was going to happen. Maura's anger had hit home with her more than anything else, the cause was a mystery but that didn't matter. If she was angry at her, she could lose her. And that would hurt more than anything.

The knocks at the door had make Maura jump, carrying a candle to light the way she looked through the peep hole in the door. She chastised herself when she realised that no street light or porch light would illuminate the visitor. She put on the chain before opening the door.

"Maura, its me." Jane dared to take a step closer to show herself, but when the door closed she almost leapt to it.

Removing the chain Maura re opened the door to see Jane's shocked face and fist ready to beat the door again. She stepped back stuffing her hands into her pockets feeling a little ridiculous at her reaction. Maura held back a small smirk. Thunder cracked in the distance as the storm continued. They both looked anywhere but at each other, neither spoke, Jane didn't even move to go inside.

Maura cradled the candle in her hands, the warm glow lighting her face. She inwardly cursed as slow, tortuous tears filled her eyes; she refused to blink trying to will them back. As they rolled forwards burning a trail in their wake, Jane took a step forward trying to meet Maura's eyes. She took another still searching while the doctor set her jaw fighting further embarrassment. As she took a third step Maura looked down while raising her hand.

"Jane stop," She did, looking down her shoulders fell.