Jane had never hit a woman in anger before and she wasn't planning on starting now. She had used force with suspects when it was necessary, but hitting a woman she had once dated—even if that woman was Samantha—was out of the question for her. Physically, Jane was so much stronger than Samantha and although she wanted to hurt her for all of the pain she had put Maura through, she just couldn't get herself to do it. A verbal confrontation, though not as effective, would have to suffice.

"Samantha!" Jane said angrily. "I need to talk to you."

Samantha gave her an innocent look. "About what, Janie?"

Janie. It was a nickname Samantha had used for Jane throughout their relationship. It was endearing when said by Jane's family, but the sound of her nickname coming out of Samantha's mouth infuriated Jane.

"You know what I want to talk to you about." She was becoming tired of Samantha's games. Jane knew she had also played a part in it by lying to Maura, but Samantha had ruined her life and now she was out to further ruin Maura's.

"Are you here to see Maura?" Samantha asked. "How is she? I hope she isn't too upset. She's such a beautiful woman, Jane, but she's very easy. I'd watch out for her if I were you. I just fed her a few lines and she practically wanted to take her clothes off for me."

"That's not Maura," Jane pointed out. "She may have flirted with you, but I know that's the extent of it. Maura has class, unlike you. I just can't believe you—no, I can—believe you would do this. How did you even know she was my Maura?"

"I'm not stupid, Jane. I've known she was your wife this whole time," Samantha explained. "You talked about her nonstop at the bar, so I knew what her name was and who I should send the pictures to. My friend owns this building, so when a Maura Isles Rizzoli signed a lease, she told me. Rizzoli isn't a common name, so she thought she could be related to you somehow. That's when I looked over her paperwork so I could find out which apartment she'd be in. There's a picture of her on the wallpaper of your phone, so I remembered what she looked like. All I had to do was wait to run into her and it went from there. She's kind of slow for someone who is supposed to be a genius. You know how to pick 'em, Jane."

"I knew how to pick you," Jane said sarcastically.

"Was that supposed to hurt?" Samantha asked. "You're hot and what we had that night was fun, but I'm over it now. I'm not out to make you my girlfriend again and I had no intention of causing your divorce, or your impending divorce, rather."

"Bullshit!" Jane said angrily. "You got my phone and saved Maura's contact information with every intention of sending those pictures to her—pictures that I don't remember taking. It was you, Sam. Then you knew Maura and I had separated because she moved into this building and you sought after her. I don't know if you wanted to hurt her or if you wanted to seduce her or what your intentions were with my Maura. It doesn't matter now because I'm going to make sure you stay away from her. I've never hurt a woman before, but if it's between you and protecting Maura, I'm not against it. I will do anything to protect my wife."

Samantha just looked at Jane and scoffed. "You haven't changed, Jane. Ten years and you haven't changed. You act tough and you threaten me, but deep down you're so weak. You're a cheater, Jane Rizzoli. You're a cheater and I exposed you for what you are. Ten years ago, you broke up with me and played the victim to your family. Now, you cheated on Maura and you're blaming me for it. You didn't have to talk to me that night, Jane, but you wanted to. You didn't have to go home with me, but you wanted to. Just admit that you're not the noble person you'd like everyone to think you are."

"You drugged me, Sam," Jane pointed out. "Even if I willingly talked to you, that doesn't give you the right to put something in my drink."

"I put something in your drink?" Samantha asked. "Is that what you're telling everyone? Oh, Jane, you're more delusional than I thought. You really need to stop feeding Maura these lies. Haven't you hurt the poor woman enough?"

Jane had to suppress every urge telling her to shove Samantha. She clenched her fists. She gritted her teeth. She took deep breaths—anything to keep her from severely hurting this woman. Jane knew it was best to leave so her temper wouldn't take over, and without saying another word to Samantha, she headed out the door.

Her confrontation hadn't gone according to plan and Jane felt defeated. Confronting Sam had solved nothing. She had threatened her, but Jane knew Sam was malicious and threats were meaningless to her. If she wanted something, she was willing to do anything in her power to get it, regardless of whose life she had to ruin. What she wanted was beyond Jane and Jane wasn't sure if she cared any longer. All that mattered was Maura.

Jane was standing outside the building when she pulled out her phone and decided to call Maura. She had no idea what she was going to say to her if she answered and she knew she would probably end up rambling, but she was worried about her and she needed reassurance. Maura's phone kept ringing until her voicemail recording picked up.

"Maura, it's Jane," she said in her message. "Of course, you know it's me. You know my voice already…" Those three simple sentences were all Jane had spoken before she saw Maura standing right in front of her.

She was smiling. Maura was actually smiling and Jane could only hope she was the cause of that smile.

"I overheard you talking to Sam," Maura admitted. "I stayed out of sight so you wouldn't notice me, but I heard the majority of your conversation."

"I don't see how that benefits either of us," Jane told her. "She said I was a cheater."

"She was lying, Jane. I could tell by the tone of her voice," Maura explained. "I was trying to gauge her during our first conversation, but I couldn't. Sam is quite…obvious. Just by these two conversations, I was able to recognize a slight change in her tone when she's lying. This is why you should always have me present when you question people."

"You could recognize a change in Sam's tone when she's lying, but you didn't recognize your own wife lying to you?" Jane asked.

"You're not as easy to read," Maura pointed out. "Telling the truth would have saved you all the trouble, Jane. We could have gotten through this together."

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you look when the humidity takes a toll on your hair?" Jane asked as she tucked a few strands of hair behind Maura's ears.

"No," Maura said matter-of-factly. "You haven't."

"Well, I should start telling you," Jane said. She knew it was out of line, but all she wanted in that moment was to kiss Maura. "I know it doesn't sound sincere to you anymore, but I'm sorry for what I've put you through. I know this can't be reconciled and I know you want the papers, but I hope someday I can at least have my best friend back."

"Jane?"

"Yes?"

"We need to talk."

Those were four words Jane had never liked hearing from Maura, but after all she had put her through, Jane was grateful for every opportunity to spend time with her and every single word that Maura spoke.