"Hey, I just met you

And this is crazy!

But here's my number,

So call me mayb-"

Wes groaned as he slammed his hand down on his digital alarm clock. He waited a few seconds before opening his eyes. Once he did, he was reminded of the clinical depression he was diagnosed with two years ago, as reality hit him like five tons of bricks. He was alone.

He lived in a hotel. He had a partner he bickered with on a daily basis. And his wife had left him. He knew exactly why and he just couldn't fix it. It wasn't become he quit being a lawyer, it wasn't because he became a cop. It wasn't any of that. He knew exactly why. It was her. The one woman he could never get out of his head, no matter how many times he tried. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes at the thought of their times together.

'No, can't cry.' He thought as he sucked in a breath to stop them from falling.

He grabbed his phone and noticed a missed call from a number he didn't recognize. He shrugged. They didn't leave a message, probably wasn't important. He then clicked on his messages and texted Travis.

'Need me to pick you up?' He then locked his brand new iPhone and lay back, taking in his surroundings.

'How did my perfect life come to this?'

He sighed as he got out of the uncomfortable hotel bed he had been sleeping in for almost a year. He walked into his bathroom to get ready for his day.

"Never mind I'll find,

Someone like you.

I wish nothing but the best,

For you-"

Maura happily sighed as she heard Adele playing on her iPhone. She always started her day out with a slow song coming from the alarm. She grabbed her phone and turned her alarm off, also noticing three text messages, two from Jane and one from Detective Frost.

'At LAPD. Call me when you get here. Frost and Korsak on their way.' From Jane. 4:57 a.m.

'Hey, when you get here we need your notes from the autopsy you did yesterday.' From Frost. 5:29 a.m.

'Bring some Starbucks please. The usual. Got cash for you.' From Jane. 5:36 a.m.

Maura smiled and rolled her eyes at Jane's text.

'Starbucks will be there in about an hour. Tell Frost I'll give him notes when I get there. ' She smiled as she hit send and locked her phone.

She slid out of her hotel bed and headed for her shower.

'Nah man, rode my bike. Old Boston guy called and asked he to let him in. Damn guy woke me up! Says you didn't pick up.' Was that who called him earlier? He shrugged and headed out of his hotel door, making sure it was locked behind him.

Wes headed down the hallway towards the elevator, texting Travis back.

'K. Be there in 30.'

Once Wes got to the elevator, he clicked the down arrow and waited for it show up. Once the door opened, he noticed Dr. Isles and tensed up, contemplating waiting for the next one or not.

"Detective Mitchell!" she smiled at him. He sighed. She was just as beautiful as before.

Wes plastered on a fake smile. "Dr. Isles! Good to see you!" he reluctantly stepped into the almost empty elevator.

"Are you heading over to the office?" Wes nodded, scanning Maura up and down. She had to be more beautiful than before. He didn't think that was possible. She was wearing a teal tank top blouse with a silk bow tied on the side right under her chest, and she matched it with a gray pencil skirt and silver heels. He felt under dressed in his gray suit and light blue button down.

"Are you?"

Maura nodded. "I just have to go to the Starbucks in the lobby, and then flag down a cab." She smiled at him.

"I can drive you." Maura looked surprised.

"Are you sure?"

Wes nodded. "We're going to the same place. Besides the Starbucks here sucks. There's one on the way that's way better. Trust me." She smiled at him. He returned it with a very small, soft smile.

"Thank you Detective Mitchell." They stepped out of the elevator and Wes led Maura through the lobby to the parking lot, where his black 2012 Range Rover Sport was parked.

"I like your car Detective."

"Tha-"

"But it's quite a gas guzzler. Horrible for the environment. You should definitely look into a more green car, especially when you have to drive it around all day. I drive a Prius and it's such an inspiration to know I can drive and help the environment. It even has solar powered fans for when I'm in the car but it's off!" Wes chuckled, looked down and smiled at his shoes. He remembered her rambling, it was something that made her well, her. He loved it.

"I like my car, Dr. Isles. But thanks for the tips. Maybe I can make it more green." Dr. Isles smiled.

"You definitely can! There's a bunch of different options, like ma-" Wes cut her off.

"Let's get to Starbucks!" They both smiled as Wes opened her door for her. He got in on his side and they were on their way to Starbucks.

Ten quiet minutes later, Wes pulled into a Starbucks parking lot. He put his Range Rover in park.

"You can go ahead, I'll just wait here." Maura nodded.

"Would you like anything?" Wes pulled his wallet out from his back pocket and handed her two twenties.

"Breakfast on me. And venti coffee. Black." Maura pushed his hand away.

"Nonsense. You're driving, I'll pay." She smiled.

"At least take it too pay for my drink." She sighed and took one twenty.

"You have the same order as Korsak." She got out and headed towards the Starbucks. Wes sighed and sat back in his seat, looking at the spot she was just in.

'Does she not remember? Those amazing four years we spent together? How could someone forget those? Or forget me...? We did things couples only dream of! She HAS to remember me. It's been almost fifteen years and I still remember. She's not married, she wasn't wearing a ring. I need to know if she remembers me...Oh shit, here she comes.'

Wes snapped out of his trance to see Maura walking over to his car with two drink holders in her hands and a Starbucks bag on her arm. He leaned over and opened the door for her. She smiled and climbed into her seat. Wes chuckled and nodded at the drink carriers.

"Full house there huh?" Maura smiled.

"It's Sergeant Korsak, Detective Frost, and Janes usuals. Here's your coffee. And I didn't know what Travis would like, so I got him a black coffee too." Wes smiled as he took the two venti coffees and set them in his drink holders.

"He normally gets a Mocha without coffee." Maura had a confused look on her face.

"Isn't that just hot chocolate?" Wes laughed.

"Pretty much." She giggled as Wes headed onto the road towards the station.

"Oh, here's your change." she moved to hand it to him but he just shook his head.

"Think of it as your welcome to Los Angeles breakfast." she smiled and sipped her Caramel Macchiato.

Fifteen minutes later, Wes pulled into the parking lot of the LAPD station.

"Thank you for the ride Detective Mitchell." She smiled at him.

"Anytime. Do you need help carrying anything?" Although Maura shook her head, Wes still grabbed the food-filled Starbucks bag, along with his and Travis drinks and got out of his car. He waited for Maura too get out and then locked it, as he headed into the station with Maura.

He led her to the Robbery Homicide unit and kicked the door open, leaning against it and letting Maura walk through. They both walked up to his and Travis' desks, where he could see the Boston detectives and Travis discussing something over files. He cleared his throat.

"Starbucks delivery." Maura giggled.

"They said you were going to Starbucks. 'Bout time man." Wes looked at Dr. Isles confused.

"I texted Jane to tell Travis you'd be a little late." she smiled softly and he smiled back.

"It's okay." he whispered. Travis caught him off guard and grabbed his coffee from him. He took a long gulp from it.

"Ahhhhh." Wes just stared at him.

"Lovely. Anyways, here's your food Boston lovers." He set the bag in front of the Boston detectives. He watched the female cop, Jane, dig into the bag and pass out the food.

"Plain bagel Korsak, everything bagel Frost, fruit oatmeal Maura, and sausage and bacon sandwich for me." She set everything in front of the designated people.

"Vanilla latte for Detective Frost, plain black coffee for Korsak," she winked at Wes, "caramel macchiato for me, and white chocolate mocha two espresso shots for Jane." She smiled as she handed everyone their drinks. She then looked around and noticed there was no chair for her.

"I think I'll go down to the ME office and eat there." She plastered on a smile.

"Maura, please sit here." Wes had jumped out of his seat and offered it to the doctor. Travis raised his eyebrows.

"Thank you Detective, but it's fine."

"No I insist." Maura smiled at Wes and sat down. Wes grabbed a chair from the meeting table and sat down next to her.

The six detectives and doctor talked about the case over their café breakfast for twenty minutes before going their separate ways. Jane, Frost, and Korsak went to talk with Captain Cragon and Maura went down the medical examiners office, leaving Travis and Wes at their desks.

"So you got the hots for Dr. Sexy over there huh?" Wes shook his head to come out of his trance.

"What, no. Of course not." He tried to bury himself but it didn't work, not with Travis burning holes in his head with his eyes. Wes threw his pen down.

"Would you STOP staring at me like that?"

"Tell me what happened." Wes was silent.

"YOU SLEPT WITH HER DIDN'T YOU?" Half the room looked over at them, Wes threw his pen at Travis.

"Would you shut up?" Travis' mouth dropped.

"You really slept with her?"

"Of course not. They're all staying at my hotel, so when Dr. Isles was on the elevator I offered her a ride." He shrugged.

"Good enough for you?" Travis shook his head and answered before Wes even finished the question.

"No." Wes just sighed.

"What do you want me to say?"

"Tell me what happened."

"Nothing happened with her alright? Not last night at least." Although Wes mumbled the last part, Travis still heard. He raised his eyebrows and leaned in closer to Wes, with his elbows on his desk.

"You've met her before this?" he whispered as Wes just looked down and sighed.

"I'm your partner, if you can't tell me who can you tell?"

"Uh, everyone else."

"Just tell me."

Wes sighed.

'What's the harm in telling him? He won't tell her, that's for sure. Not after the five billion times I've kept secrets or covered for him.'

"We dated in college. Actually, all through college."