Maura heard the door slam shut and flinched. Taking a shaky breath, she wrapped her arms around herself. Sniffling, she felt a fresh batch of tears stream down her cheeks. Not bothering to clean herself up this time, she made her way to her bedroom. Their bedroom. Lying herself down, she grabbed her pillow to cry in. Everything was going wrong so quickly. And it was all Garrett's fault. Why did he have to show up? Why did he have to make her life so miserable? Why couldn't he just sign those divorce papers?

"Maura?!" The honey blonde closed her eyes as she heard Angela's voice travel through the house. She wasn't in the mood to talk. Especially not to Angela.

But the older woman started looking for the Doctor, eventually finding her in a fetus position on her bed. Angela sighed, lying down on the bed and taking the distraught woman into her arms. Maura was too tired to fight.

"What's going on sweet girl? Why did Jane drive off like a maniac?" But all Maura did was shake her head, silently letting the other woman know that she wasn't in the mood to discuss the happenings of the night.

Angela got the message and stayed quiet, just holding Maura in her arms, until she eventually fell asleep. When she heard the front door close an hour later, she carefully untangled herself from Maura, making sure not to wake her.

Tiptoeing out of the room, she found her daughter in the kitchen, staring at the white envelope she had found on the floor. She stopped for a minute, taking in the disheveled look of her daughter. Something was obviously very wrong. And Angela was going to find out what it was one way or the other.

Stepping into Jane's view, she started making coffee. She was going to wait for her daughter to speak. It was the only way to make Jane talk. She waited patiently for the coffee to finish before pouring two mugs. Sliding one over to Jane, Angela sipped her own.

"Thanks." Jane's voice cracked and she cleared her throat, trying to rid herself of these damn emotions.

"You've been crying." Jane rolled her eyes.

"Thank you captain obvious." Angela pursed her lips. Now was not the time to point out that sarcasm wasn't going to help her.

"Why?" Jane sighed, frustration evident in the way she ran her hand through her hair.

"I'm not in the mood to talk about it Ma." Taking a sip from her coffee, Angela licked her lips.

"You can't keep this bottled up Janie. And from the looks of it you were ready to run off and leave Maura doing this all on her own. It's a wonder you even came back." Jane turned her glare on her mother.

"Then why don't you adopt Maura huh? If she's the perfect daughter? Why do you keep up with me?!" Tears appeared in Jane's eyes and she quickly turned away.

Angela sighed, walking around the counter. Running her hand through her daughter's hair, she found Jane leaning into her touch. That was all the encouragement she need to wrap her arms around her and press a kiss in her hair.

"Oh sweetie." Jane let her arms encircle her mother and she buried her head in Angela's neck, tears falling from her eyes.

"Fucking Garrett showed up." Angela had to strain her ears to catch the mumbling.

"Who's Garrett?" Jane was the only one that knew about Garrett and when the two had gotten serious they had pretty much forgotten about the man. So why bring it up again?

"He's Maura's husband." Angela pulled back to look at her daughter.

"Maura's married?!" Jane sighed, pulling completely away from her mother. Grabbing her mug, she brought it to her lips, savoring the taste of coffee.

"She thought she was divorced." Jane told her everything. Told her about Garrett, about their marriage, even about Maura having to give birth to her dead child. She also told her about the fight they just had. By the end, Angela wasn't sure if she was sad or angry. There were so many emotions overwhelming her.

"Poor girl. She doesn't deserve to have to go through all of that. She was just lashing out Jane. And you were there. I don't think she meant any of it. She loves you." Jane scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Right. But she was right you know? I would probably hurt him and make things worse. It's what I'm good at. I always fuck things up."

"Language Jane." The Detective gave her a look. Angela pointedly ignored it. Instead, she reached out to take her daughter's hand.

"Just give her some time. She's sleeping right now. Go join her. Hold her when she needs you. Everything will be different in the morning."

"What if she kicks me out when she wakes up? I should just sleep in the guest room."

"Oh no you don't!" Jane almost jumped at the fierceness in her mother's voice. "Your father and I used to fight a lot, but he always told me that we would never sleep apart. Couples fight and if you distance yourself from each other you'll only make things worse. Maura will be happy when she wakes up to find you next to her. Trust me." Jane swallowed back the rush of emotions she suddenly felt.

Standing up to hug her mother, she kissed her cheek. "Thank you Ma. I love you." Angela rubbed Jane's back.

"I love you too sweetie. No go up to your girl. And don't let me down you hear me?" Jane tried a laugh, but succeeded more in a choked back sob.

"I'll try." Angela nodded once, before direction Jane towards the bedroom, watching her go with sad eyes. Her daughter deserved happiness. She just hoped they could get through this… together.

Maura awoke the next morning and felt a weight across her stomach. Opening her eyes, she found an arm thrown over her stomach and turning her head, was met with dark curls. For just a moment, she forgot everything that happened yesterday and just reveled in Jane's touch. But just as soon as she closed her eyes, everything came rushing back and her eyes snapped back open.

She sighed deeply, throwing Jane's arm off her and sat up. Looking down at herself, she found that she was wearing her silk pajamas. Letting her hands drop in her lap, she turned to look over at the still slumbering Detective. Jane was reaching out for her in her sleep and when she couldn't find her, settled on grabbing her pillow. She moaned softly, nuzzling into Maura's pillow, before sighing deeply. Maura watched as her features smoothed out. It was one of her favorite things to do. Watching Jane sleep. All the trouble and worry that she normally held was gone and instead she looked at ease, peaceful.

But Maura was still angry at the other woman. Her actions yesterday only made things worse and if Garrett made things harder for her to finally divorce the man she would blame it on Jane. The rational part of her said that it wasn't Jane's fault and that she was only trying to help her, but the emotional part of her found that it indeed was Jane's fault. And right now, the emotional part won over the rational part.

Getting up, she walked into the bathroom to take a quick shower. When she stepped out to dry herself off, she suddenly remembered that she was supposed to go back to work today. Groaning to herself, she pondered calling in sick. But that would only stir up more questions. Besides, work should be a good distraction.

Grabbing the outfit she had already picked out the previous day before everything happened, she spared Jane one last glance. Sighing softly, she set her alarm for when she was out of the house and walked out of the room.

Jane woke up to her alarm thirty minutes later and groaned loudly. Her head was pounding and she felt as if her whole head was stuffed. Shutting off her alarm, she couldn't remember setting it. Turning to look next to her, she found the bed empty. She let her hand trail over Maura's spot and noticed it was cold. She had been up for a while. And she probably was the one that set her alarm. A small smile graced her lips. It was something right? Maybe she wasn't mad anymore?

But when she got to the kitchen, she found she was alone. Frowning, she set a cup of coffee for herself and made quick work of getting dressed for work. Maura couldn't avoid her at work. She made sure that Jo had something to eat and petted her dog on the way out.

She arrived early and decided to head down to the morgue to talk to Maura before heading up. She waved to her mother, giving the woman a small smile, which was returned. Taking the elevator down, Jane made a beeline to Maura's office. She found the honey blonde with her nose in a file, her reading glasses perched on her nose.

Knocking on the door, she entered her office without permission and closed the door behind her. Maura looked up, taking her glasses off.

"Detective. You're early." Jane sighed at the coldness in Maura's voice.

"Maura come on. Are you still angry?" The Doctor snapped the file she held shut and tossed it – along with her glasses – on her desk.

"Angry? Think pissed." Jane threw her hands up.

"Why? Because of what I did? You set my damn alarm clock, you can't be that angry." Maura scoffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"You're right. I wasn't. But when I arrived here and ordered my tea from Angela I found out that you told her everything. And I mean everything. That's private Jane! I don't go around telling people you're personal things. So why do you?" Jane let her shoulders slump. Of course. Her mother couldn't keep her mouth shut.

But Jane couldn't blame her mother. She probably thought that they talked. She was just curious, wondering what was going on between them. She didn't know she was making everything worse.

"I'm sorry all right. But she was there. I had to talk to someone!" The Doctor narrowed her eyes, uncrossing her arms and walking over to Jane. She stopped right in front of the Detective.

"So you talk to your mother?"

"Who else am I going to talk to? Frankie? Frost? Korsak? A damn shrink?! I'm sorry for spilling the beans Maura, but I had no idea what I did wrong! And apparently I'm still doing things wrong! All I'm doing is trying to help you damnit! Why won't you let me?" Maura glanced at the door nervously. Jane was sure everyone could hear them, but she didn't care.

"Because you make things worse. I already told you that. Do you want a repeat of yesterday? Or are you going to run off again? I thought you told me you weren't going to do that anymore? Or were you lying when you said that?" Jane had an incredulous look on her face.

"What are you trying to do here Maura? Get me angry? Make me say things that I'll regret later and you can throw in my face? Cause that's not going to work. We're going to talk about this when we get home tonight." Maura rolled her eyes and Jane gritted her teeth. These traits were now starting to piss her off.

Taking a deep breath, Jane turned on her heel and stormed out of her office, ignoring the looks she was getting. The station would be buzzing about them fighting, but again, she didn't care.

Frost and Korsak immediately noticed the rigid posture, the tired look and the snappy remarks as they walked in and smartly kept their mouth shut. But it was Frost who seemed to lose his patience first. Or rather, he got annoyed with the fact that his partner kept shooting him death glares the moment he tried to lighten the mood.

"Okay. What's going on? We've heard the rumors that you and the Doc are fighting. Is that true?" Jane clenched her jaw, her hands stilling their movement on the keyboard.

"Since when do you believe anything you hear around here?"

"Since your behavior pretty much confirms it. So what's the fight about?" Jane sat back in her seat, rubbing her eyes. Her head was still killing her and the painkillers weren't exactly working.

"I already told Ma. And she got even more pissed about the fact that I told someone. So I'm definitely not gonna tell you Frost." Then as an afterthought. "Look up Garret… Fuck. I don't know his last name."

"Fairfield?" Jane turned her gaze on Korsak, raising an eyebrow. He shrugged. "That's the only Garrett I know." Turning back to Frost, she nodded.

A few keyboard swipes later and a picture popped up. Turning his monitor so Jane could see, she scowled.

"That's him. Find out everything you can about him. I don't care if it's a parking ticket. Find out anything you can." Frost knew better than to ask questions.

Jane knew that when Maura found out about this, she would have another reason to be angry at Jane, but the Detective was hoping that she could find something. And hopefully get rid of the bastard once and for all. After that, everything could go back to normal. Or so she hoped.

Jane got home after Maura and found the honey blonde at the stove, cooking. Stepping into the living room after depositing her gun and badge, she cleared her throat.

"Maura?" The honey blonde didn't look up, but she spoke.

"So who else knows?" Jane closed her eyes momentarily.

"No one." Reopening them, the Detective stepped towards the kitchen island. She kept a respectful amount of distance between them.

Stepping closer, she noticed two plates. A pang of hope spread through her and she tried to catch Maura's eyes. But the Doctor didn't make a move to look back at her. Licking her lips, Jane sat down, lacing her hands together.

"Can we talk?" Maura shrugged. Jane sighed.

"Really? I'm trying here Maura. You're the one who doesn't seem to care." Blazing eyes locked onto her and Jane wished she could take it back. But it was already too late.

"I don't care? I don't care? Excuse me Jane, but this is my life. Not yours!" The Detective clenched her hands together. She counted to ten before responding.

"In case you haven't noticed Maura, we're living together and we're in a relationship. So I think I have a right to meddle with your life!" Maura suddenly started pacing, completely forgetting about what she had on the stove. Jane was quick to turn it off. They couldn't have this conversation if one of them was distracted.

"You have the right to meddle with my life? Oh, please! You barely know anything about my life." Jane raised her eyebrows.

"So what? Everything you told me was a lie? Because the last time I checked, you couldn't lie. So that is out of the question. Then what? You deliberately hid something from me? What are you trying to do Maura? Answer the damn question!"

The honey blonde swallowed back the tears that were threatening to fall and she took a shaky breath.

"I don't know!" The only sound that was made was Maura's heavy breathing. The two looked at each other for a moment, before Maura looked away, trying to hide her quivering lip.

Jane sighed, closing her eyes. Running her hands over her face, she sighed deeply once more.

"Look what he's doing Maura. We're doing exactly what he wants." Maura bowed her head, her hair falling in front of her face.

"I know." It was a whisper and Jane saw Maura's hands turning white from holding onto the counter so tightly. Standing up, Jane walked over to Maura, prying her hands from the counter and into her own.

"Please Maura. Let's just stop fighting before we both say something we don't mean and we'll regret." Maura looked up then, tears shining in her eyes.

"I'm scared Jane. I'm scared of losing you." Jane took her into her arms, burying one of her hands in her hair while she placed the other on her back.

"Shh, you don't have to be scared of losing me. This isn't our first fight remember? The first one was after you run me over." Maura chuckled softly, holding tightly onto Jane.

"Maur?" Maura turned her head to look up at Jane. "Don't get mad, but I asked Frost to look into Garrett." The honey blonde cast down her eyes and Jane thought she would pull away for a brief moment. But instead she felt her lips on her neck. Her eyes fluttered closed and she let out a sigh.

"I'm not mad." Trailing kisses up her neck, to her chin and eventually claiming her lips.

Maura let her tongue trace Jane's lower lip, before slipping her tongue into the Detective's mouth once she was granted access. They both moaned at the contact of their tongues touching. Maura pushed Jane back into the fridge. Letting the Detective's lips go, Maura kept them close.

"You know what my father said when we were having lunch?" Jane shook her head, not trusting her voice. "That there is one good thing after fighting." The Detective smirked, catching on.

"Which is?" Maura matched her smirk.

"Making up." She hungrily claimed Jane's lips again, letting her hands travel underneath the Detective's shirt. Jane took a shaky breath. Oh yeah, her father was definitely right. But this didn't mean all was forgotten.