"I'm sorry, your who?" Cynthia interrupted as her eyes snapped up from the piece of paper the other woman had just handed her.

Rosa paused, glancing toward the Captain still standing beside her before turning back to Boyle. "My wife. Surely you've heard me mention my marriage before?"

The young woman blinked rapidly as she spoke, trying to make sense of things. "You've said you've been married for seven years, and you've talked about your spouse's obsession with Star Trek, but you never said he was a she. I mean, you've never…"

"Been specific on gender, and Pat's name is a little misleading, I'm afraid. Pat is short for Patricia. I apologize for the confusion. As you know," Rosa motioned with her hand to her surroundings, "I'm a strong believer of keeping your personal life and professional life a separate as one is able. It prevents unneeded complications."

Cindy's voice was small as she spoke more to herself than the others in the room, "In the three years I've worked here, you've always just said 'my spouse'. We all just thought you were super PC."

Rosa smiled, the expression not quite reaching her eyes. "Well, I'm that as well."

"Not that any of that matters," Fletcher said as he pointed to the sheet of paper Cindy was griping with one hand. "We're not here to discuss Rosa's marriage. We're here to discuss your behavior."

Reluctantly, Cynthia looked down at the paper in her hand, eyes skimming it. "This is a report of my activity over the past year and a half."

"Yes, and you'll note that I've personally cross checked every complaint you've processed, which was quite the daunting task this morning, I assure you." Hernandez nodded her head toward the large stack of folders neatly piled on her desk. "Forty-five percent of the processed complaint forms you've turned in have been false, unjustified, or unwarranted. How this has gotten past our internal check and balance system was beyond me until I realized you had a coconspirator in this activity of yours."

"We'll be chatting with him once he returns form lunch," Fletcher said in a matter-of-fact voice as he set his paper down. "In the meantime, we've had to decide what to do with you, Miss Boyle."

"I have rights." Cindy said, sitting straighter in her chair. "According to the rules and regulations of the department, I am afforded the right to argue to save my job in front of a panel of my superiors. While I wait for that panel to convene, I may be put on administrative leave with or without pay, depending."

"While true for multiple minor infractions," Rosa replied, face and voice neutral, "such is not the case for major infractions. The rules and regulations are very specific on this matter, Ms. Boyle. Per our handbook, major infractions may be defined as any major and/or catastrophic incident relating to but not limited to discrimination based on race, gender, religion, sexual orientation, and/or age in which said discrimination causes disruption to the inner workings of the Boston Police Department and/or mental and/or physical harassment to BPD employees, staff, and contractors and may be used as just cause for immediate dismissal."

Cindy sputtered. "You can't be serious."

"You and your friends set up a major conspiracy plot against any person here you thought might be anything but heterosexual to force them to either quit or ensure they were fired." The captain's eyes narrowed. "I think that justifiably qualifies as a major incident relating to discrimination based on sexual orientation. Don't you, Mrs. Hernandez?"

"According to both my superiors and me, yes, it does qualify, Captain." With an oddly casual air, Rosa picked up another sheet of paper from her desk and turned it to face Cindy. "Please sign below. I've a copy for you to take with you for your records. It is on your desk. Captain Fletcher will escort you from the building once you've packed your personal belongings. There should be a few boxes by your desk for the purpose. Your last check will be mailed to you. If you've any further questions regarding your dismissal from BPD," Rosa smiled and this time her eyes gleamed with a small amount of visible delight, "You know what to do."

Dumbfounded, angry, and slightly confused, Cindy sat and stared at the paper before stiffly taking the pen her now former supervisor held for her and signing the dismissal paperwork.

"Before you leave," Hernandez said as she took both pen and paper, "you have the right to say anything to me you'd like for it to be noted in our records. Captain Fletcher is here to be a witness to these events as a third party. You may speak if you so wish."

Cindy grunted, nodding to herself before starting, "You're all nuts. With you as the department head, no wonder no one can see the moral corruption going on here!" She rolled her eyes, leaning forward in her chair. "You're one of them. It's disgusting, what you do."

"What I do, Ms. Boyle," the older woman replied as she adjusted her glasses on her nose, "is try very hard to ensure that everyone in BPD is given fair and equal treatment under the rules and regulations set forth by our government and from within the department. What I do outside of my job is of no consequence to anyone but myself and those involved in my life outside of these walls."

"You really believe that? What a load. Everything you do, every decision you make is colored by the corruption you've brought into your life by living how you live. You're an abomination, and I'm glad I'm not working for you anymore. I don't think I could anyway knowing the life you choose to live every day. It disgusts me." Cindy pointed a finger at the woman across from her. "You disgust me."

"Do you know what disgusts me, Ms. Boyle?" Rosa began with her trademark calm. "What disgusts me are people too poor to afford food for their children while there are others so rich they can afford thousand dollar bottles of wine who do nothing to help those in need. I am disgusted by the unnecessary pollution in our world because those who can do something won't do something due to laziness and greed. I am disgusted by the hundreds of thousands of innocent lives that are lost every minute with excuses for those lost lives made by way of citing religious and/or political dogma. I am disgusted, Ms. Boyle," she said, her voice going slightly lower with a weariness that only comes from having to deal with something for a lifetime, "by people such as yourself who cannot see the importance of loving and supporting your neighbor because you are too busy hating to bother trying to understand them. Jesus said to love your neighbor, not judge them. To do otherwise is, in my opinion, the most disgusting thing of all."

Abruptly standing up, Cynthia kicked her chair back, and growled at the other woman still seated calmly behind the desk. Pointing a finger, she snapped back, "Bite me."

Quirking one eyebrow, Rosa replied, "Though I appreciate the offer, I'm afraid I much prefer Pat, thank you."

Between the laughter escaping the captain and the clicking of the keyboard as Rosa began to file the final forms for the dismissal, one could almost hear the exasperated growl and cursing of the newly fired HR representative.

"Okay, so you are you going to tell me what the crap you and Hernandez were talking about or what?" Jane demanded before taking a large bite of burger.

"Yes," Maura answered with a hint of annoyance as she dressed her salad. "Rosa told us that, when Frankie ends his relationship, if it can be called that, with Cindy, we are to make certain it doesn't happen on precinct grounds."

"Oh," the detective answered through burger. She quickly chewed and swallowed. "I can text him about it right now. I bet he's going to be thrilled. I think he really hates her."

"Yes, it might be best to warn him." Smiling, the doctor pointed to something behind Jane, who turned to look, saw nothing, and turned back around to find Maura munching on a fry.

Jane rolled her eyes. "Nice."

The honey brunette winked as she spoke between bites of fry. "She'll most likely go to him after she's dismissed from her position. He should know that everything has happened as we planned it."

"Yeah, okay." Jane wiped her hands, pulled her phone out, and began texting. "He says he gets it and," she scrolled, "he's going to break it off tonight at our place?" An eyebrow rose. "Really? No." Jane began to text again. "He says he wants backup and the whole family doesn't fit well into anyone's apartment, and our house is big enough for everyone and the drama."

"Hmm," Maura considered that thought for a moment. "He's probably right. Tell him we'll have dinner ready by 7."

"Maura, no. This our home we're talking about here, not some tv sound stage built to house crazy family antics. It's where we're supposed to be able to go to get away from crazy family antics." The detective sighed. "Can't he do it at Ma's? I mean, I know it can hold all of us."

"No, Jane, Frankie is right. It should be at… our …house. It is where the family gathers for business, and I think a show of solidarity in the very home of the two women she thinks the other Rizzoli family members are snubbing will further accentuate the point that she was completely in the wrong." The doctor gave a satisfied smirk at the thought.

Jane narrowed her eyes. "Why did you say it like that?"

Maura shook her head, confused. "Say what like what?"

"You said, 'It should be at… our …house.' But there was this weird pause thing. Why?" Jane took another bite of burger and waited.

The doctor frowned, pushing her barely eaten salad away from her. "Well, I… Jane, how long have you thought of it as 'our home' as opposed to it being my house?"

"I don't know," Jane shrugged. "I guess since you tricked me, and you did, into moving in with you. Not that I'm complaining. I mean, I've really liked living with you, sweetie. I just … did I cross a line?"

"No, in fact, I like that you think of it as our house, our home. But, I can't help but wonder," Maura tilted her head as she spoke, "Now that everything has resettled, does this mean you'll move back to your apartment, or are you going to remain with me?"

"Maura," Jane said, wiping her hands and reaching to capture the doctor's right in her left, "I don't want to leave. But, if you want me to go…"

"Stay." Giving a squeeze to the hand that held hers, Maura's face light up. "I want you to if you want to."

Jane nodded, "Okay, now that that's settled," she pulled her hand away to pick her burger up again, "I think we should talk about the swimming pool in the backyard."

Maura shook her head, "What swimming pool? Dear-heart, we don't have a swimming pool in the backyard."

Smirking, the detective replied, "Exactly."

I know I said one or two more chapters last time, but I really mean it this time. One or two more...