A/N: I know their process is moving kind of quickly, but I will soon be explaining the backstory. I promise. :)

Maura woke up to the sounds of Bass rustling in the kitchen and Jo Friday sloppily drinking from her water dish. They were familiar morning noises for Maura and she couldn't help the smile that appeared on her face, but everything changed when she opened her eyes. The house was hers, the tortoise was hers, but the bed and the bedroom weren't hers. Everything about that room was foreign although it was in the house she lived in for the past two years. The diffuser on the nightstand was a different scent from the one in their bedroom and the combination of her wife's shampoo, sweat, and perfume wasn't the scent on the pillow next to her.

Maura looked in on her wife—rather, her estranged wife—sleeping in their bed. She was peacefully sleeping on top of the covers in sweatpants and an old hooded sweatshirt. She wanted so desperately to cover her with a blanket, but her pride was telling her to leave Jane alone. Jane Rizzoli was a grown woman who could make her own decisions and should be held accountable for her actions. If she chose to sleep without a blanket, that was her decision to make. With that in mind, Maura wondered whether her inner dialog was still about the blanket or if it had switched over to Jane's infidelity.

Hoping Jane would stay asleep, Maura went about her morning routine. She gave Bass and Jo Friday their breakfast, took a shower, and then made some breakfast for herself.

"Where's mine?" Jane asked as she stood behind Maura and slipped her arms around her waist.

"I'm sorry I woke you up," Maura said coldly as she moved Jane's hands away.

"It's okay," Jane responded, making her way over to the kitchen table. "I'm sorry I tried holding you. Force of habit."

"I made breakfast for you," Maura informed her. "This doesn't mean I've forgiven you. It's just, as you said, a force of habit."

"I'm not hungry."

"Jane, you need to eat," Maura insisted. She caught herself taking on her 'wifely' role, which only worsened the situation. "It's on the stove if you're hungry."

The two of them finished their breakfast in silence except for the sounds of their pets moving around the kitchen. Maura felt a plethora of emotions when Jo Friday jumped into her lap. The familiarity of their beloved terrier made her smile until she noticed Jane was looking at her with an adoring look in her eyes.

"She missed you," Jane said as she scratched Jo Friday behind her ears.

"I missed her, too," Maura admitted, their dog now moving up to lick Maura's face.

"She's not the only one who is glad you're home."

"I'm not home," Maura said coldly. "We have a temporary arrangement and, right now, I need to leave."

"Where are you going?" Jane asked.

"I have an appointment," Maura responded.

"When will you be back?"

"I'll be here when my appointment is through," Maura said as she handed Jo Friday over to Jane.

What Maura didn't want to tell Jane was that she had made an appointment with a divorce attorney who was also an acquaintance of hers from her undergraduate years. She never imagined being in an office such as this one, especially not because of something that happened between her and Jane, but her world was turned upside down and Maura knew there were steps she'd have to take if she wanted to get her life back on track.

"I want this to end amicably," Maura told Cheryl, her acquaintance.

"Maura, I can honestly say out of every woman who has set foot in my office, you're the first one who has wanted a divorce to end amicably," Cheryl said in a joking manner. "You're not out to take her for all she has?"

"No," Maura insisted. "I love Jane. She was unfaithful to me, but I'm not out for revenge. I just want a dissolution of our marriage."

"You want a dissolution?" Cheryl asked. "Maura, sweetheart, what you want is a divorce. Say it."

"I want a divorce," Maura admitted.

Cheryl slapped her hand down on her desk. "There's the Maura Isles I remember. Do you two have any children?"

"We have a dog and a tortoise," Maura informed her. "The tortoise is mine and the dog is hers, so I doubt there will be any custody battles, but I will give her visitation rights if she wants to see Bass. All I ask in return is—"

"Maura," Cheryl interrupted. "Has anyone ever told you how cute you are when you ramble?"

Maura hadn't realized that she was rambling or that she ever rambled at all. Jane usually never let her finish a lengthy statement without interrupting her with a kiss. Maura knew those kisses were Jane's way of telling her to stop talking, but Maura didn't mind a single bit. She loved the way Jane kissed her; she missed the way Jane kissed her.

"Nobody ever has," Maura responded, wondering if Cheryl was making a pass at her.

"How about property?" Cheryl asked. She was getting back to business, which made Maura dismiss the notion that she could have been flirting with her. This appointment was completely informal, but the informality and the fact that she was with an acquaintance put Maura at ease.

"We own a house," Maura said matter-of-factly as she thought of the home they had once considered their love nest.

Over the course of two hours, Jane and Maura's divorce papers had been prepared. As she held them in her hands, she couldn't believe any of this was happening. It was now all a matter of who was going to serve Jane the papers and the process would begin.