Hello Everyone!

This is a new story I began because I could not accept the ending of the show. I'm planning to keep going on writing FanFiction as long as I can and hope the other writers too, I hope you still reading these stories and keep on enjoying our little world!

I hope you like this new journey with all its ups and downs!
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*revised episode for minor details and grammar.

B. M. Adams
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Disclaimer: I do not own any from R&I, just the plot and Original Characters

General POV

Both Jane and Maura were in their backyard, looking at a clump of tulips they planted 1 year ago, to commemorate the date that their little baby died while Maura was still carrying her. It happened in December of the previous year; She had a miscarriage and the doctors said it would be extremely difficult to have children on her own, they didn't stop trying, but after a lot of deceptions, they gave up on having children on their own. Jane couldn't carry any children due to a shot she received after she gave birth to Lucas, their first child.

They were devastated after the miscarriage; both coped with it as they could, leaning on each other to try to soothe the pain with the love of their family. This caused them troubles and discussions, but time soothed the rough edges and their 2 kids helped them the most, those two little rays of love were their lives and their pride and joy, and their love made them both able to cope better with the pain and the loss in their hearts.

After a year of grieving the loss of their unborn baby girl, both women decided that this wasn't a dead end; they still had the desire for another child, so they stopped trying IVF and sperm donors and decided to try fostering. Took them a lot of time and talks to come to terms but in the end both decided that adopting or fostering a baby would take years and the waiting would be as excruciating as the IVF process, so a child between 5 and 10 will be ok for them, it's going to be easier than a baby or a toddler, but even though, they can still raise him or her.

"The fostering process will start in January" Jane sighed, hugging Maura from behind and resting her head on her shoulder, looking at the tulips on the ground, looking nervous, but hopeful.

Maura nodded but didn't say anything. Jane let her go and looked at her with worried eyes "Are we ready for this?" she asked. Maura averted her gaze from the bush "Yes, I think we are" she said securely. "I think it's time for us, as a family to let this go. I'm not saying that we are going to forget her, but this episode in our life is certainly one that I prefer to set aside…" she sighed deeply, containing the tears in her eyes from falling "I never thought that I would miss this much someone I never met"

Jane's eyes filled with tears and hugged Maura tightly "Me too" she said, not leaving the embrace. They stayed in the same position for a while, until it started to rain. They got in the house. They wiped their eyes and cheeks and looked at each other. "We should call the kids and tell them. Don't you think?" Maura said.

Jane nodded "Yes, we should" she answered "I'm nervous, you know… of how they'll react" she said truly worried about this.

Maura smiled and got closer to Jane, she cupped her face with both hands "Honey, let's see what happens first, then will worry… ok?" She said in a sweet tone, looking lovingly into the brunette's eyes.

"I guess you're right" she managed a small smile, leaning to kiss Maura's perfect lips.

"Yes, I am," she said they separated their lips.

"Ok you're being vain, right but vain," Jane smirked, making Maura laugh. "C'mon, go for the kids, I'll wait here" she playfully slapped her upper arm "C'mon!" she laughed.

Jane left the kitchen laughing, she went upstairs, going directly into Lucas' room "Hey, buddy?" she said, smiling at her kid.

"Hi, Ma," the kid said, not taking his gaze away from the TV screen. Jane raised an eyebrow and put his hand on each side of her hips "Since when I'm Ma instead of Mama" she said, pretending to be offended

The kid paused his video game, which Maura disagreed on buying, and looked at his Mama "'Cuz, I'm a big boy" he simply said, as if was the most logical explanation and stood up.

Jane's eyes went wide "Oh!, so you're a big boy now, huh?... That means you are too big for tickle fights," she said, grabbing him and starting to tickle his stomach and placing kisses all over his face. This made the little boy fight to be set free and made him giggle loudly "Mama, stop… Stop!" Jane had a goofy smile on her face throughout the tickle fight. She stopped the playful assault and set him free "C'mon, little man, mommy's downstairs in the kitchen, I'll be down in a minute". The kid did as asked and ran downstairs to meet with his mommy.

The brunette walked to the other end of the hallway and entered In Lily's room "Hello, cutie pie" she said softly to the girl who was peacefully playing with her stuffed animals, "Mama!" the girl left her toys on the floor and ran into her mama's arm and snuggled in them, Jane kissed her temple and carried she carried the girl to where Maura and Lucas were. "We're here" Jane announced and left Lily on one of the kitchen stools and went with Maura to the other side of the island.

"So, what's going on?" Lucas asked curiously, not knowing why his moms needed to talk to him and his sister. Lily as well looked curiously at them.

Maura looked at Jane and the brunette did the same. "Well, we were thinking of fostering a kid," Maura said sweetly.

Both looked at each other not understanding what their mommies meant "What's fostering mommy?" Lily asked tilting her head to the side.

Jane breathed and thought for a bit about how to explain this to and 8 year old and a 4 year old "Ok, what mommy and I are trying to say is that we are thinking of bringing another kid to live here, and we were wondering if you will be ok with it" Jane said smiling and softly and on a sweet tone, trying to sound as reassuring as possible.

Lucas said nothing at the moment and Lily tilted her head and put her index finger up to her chin, thinking about the situation "It'll be a big sister?" she asked excitedly. "NO! Has to be a little brother" Lucas added initiating a discussion between them about if this new person will be a big sister or a little brother.

"Ok, you both, stop... we don't know if it'll be a boy or a girl, that is something we cannot decide right now, but we will let you know as soon as know" Maura said calmly but strictly. "So, are you ok with this?" Jane asked.

Lily nodded and said a soft 'Yeah' and Lucas just shrugged and said, "it's ok" and stood up from the kitchen stool, making his way to the playroom followed by Lily.

Maura wanted to go to talk to him alone, but Jane stopped her "Honey, leave them alone for now, this is big news and they need time to process this, let them cool down and we'll talk after ok? Jane said, with a small smile.

The blonde sighed "Yes, you're right" looking worried. "Look who's right, now" Jane smirked at her and smiled making Maura come closer and peck her lips "I do think we are ready for this" she said after kissing the gorgeous brunette in front of her. "Yes, we are, baby, yes we are" Jane added and both started to make dinner in a comfortable silence, sharing quiet kisses and loving touches throughout the process. The night went smoothly after the talk and they decided to leave the subject for another day and enjoy a quiet, lovely, family dinner.

Megan's POV

It almost sunset, was a cold winter noon in Boston. I was home alone; my parents were in Florida, bringing my sister home for the holidays as she was studying there. A rough snowfall began and due to the force of the storm I knew the flights would get cancelled as the storm grew stronger with each passing minute. Said and done, my dad called me a little while later and said that their flight would be delayed for a few hours, the flight was scheduled for 5:50 pm, and now was rescheduled to 8:30 pm.

After 30 minutes or so; I turned the TV on, and the weather channel predicted one the hugest storms in the past decade that night. it was dangerous to be on the streets with that kind of weather, let alone being in the air.

My phone rang a couple of hours later, was my father again who said that the flight was rescheduled again, this time the delay was unknown, the flight was due to depart when the storm eased off. I stayed home the whole day, enjoying some quiet, alone time with myself before the craziness of the holidays began. Even though, since my grandmother died years ago, we were just the four of us, but even with just four people around, things always went kind of crazy.

I went to bed around 11:30 pm, the storm was raging outside and the snow falling uncontrollably. The storm was getting stronger as the hours passed by. I fell asleep lulled by the sound of the raindrops hitting against the roof tiles and the sound of the wind crashing against the tree branches and leaves

I woke up exalted at about half-passed 6 am or so, my heart was racing and pounding hard against my chest. I was very anguished; something wasn't right, and I didn't know why. I tried to go to sleep back again, but I couldn't. The light started to pick from the curtains, even though it was still very cloudy outside. I picked up my phone from the nightstand, there was a message from my Mom saying we're on the plane, ready to take off; we'd be home around 10 or so. Love you. She texted me at 5:36 am. I sighed and got up, went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and washed my face, got dressed and went downstairs, and started to make some much-needed coffee. After the coffee was ready, grabbed a mug and filled it and I took a book that I recently started from the coffee table in the living room. Sitting in one of the chaise-longues beside the pool, slowly sipping from the mug I started to read. Several times in between I checked my phone, waiting for a text from my mom or dad, saying that they were at Logan International waiting for a cab to bring them home. It never came.

Passed 11 am I started to wonder why they hadn't called yet. My phone was ringing constantly, with no texts or calls from my parents or sister. I was checking my texts when a friend sent me a message saying: Channel 7 news, NOW. I raised an eyebrow, puzzled. I went to the living room rapidly and grabbed the remote, turning the TV on. My hands started to sweat, and I became nervous and anxious, I called my mom, dad and sister several times, and no one answered. Every minute that passed made me more anxious. The news was fatal, there were no survivors, the plane was completely destroyed and if that big aircraft was unrecognizable, I can't begin to imagine how the people in there ended up looking as if those bodies were not recognizable at all. The reporter was announcing the number of the flight, but at that moment I wasn't capable of remembering the number of my parents' flight.

My worry grew bigger every minute that passed, and my phone didn't ring, I was biting my nails, and I was in complete unrest. It was passed noon now, and nothing from anyone. My eyes started to be filled with tears. Everything that I felt earlier that morning was hitting me now.

The more time passed the more restless I became, I tried to think rationally but every led me to the worst case-scenario. I was in denial, I was trying to believe that they might have lost the flight, or they were on another flight, but I knew that they were on that one. Until the doorbell rang I spent the whole time on the couch looking at the coffee table, no words were said, no moves were made, and I didn't even blink. I was in shock.

After a second ring and some knocks, I stood up and went to the door. I sighed resigned and grabbed the doorknob opening the front door. There, in front of me, was a police officer who immediately took his hat off. Meaning: I am sorry for your loss.

"I know, thanks for coming anyway," I said with a stone-cold voice, my eyes filling with tears.

He looked down and sighed before looking at me again "I'm sorry, miss… we need you to come with us, to identify the…" he couldn't finish his sentence, I interrupted him "Ok" I just said. Walking inside I grabbed my phone and the spare keys from the kitchen island. "Let's do this fast" walking past him. He was puzzled by my attitude, but I didn't really care much, I had enough in my mind at the moment to think in such a triviality.

He opened the back door of the cruiser for me and drove to a makeshift morgue, located in a hangar if an airstrip somewhere outside of the city. An Asian, brunette woman led me to where a bunch of recovered bodies and the remainings of the passagers loggage were. She led the way to a corner, where three bodies, covered by a sheet were layng. I could see three bodies, half-burned, but somewhat recognizable. I was expressionless, no emotions showing on my face, once again, I didn't even blink. The woman put her hand on my shoulder and sad-eyed said that she was really sorry, but she needed my statement. She walked me to an empty room and asked a few questions. When the whole process ended she led the way out and the same police officer drove back home.

The house was cold and dark, even though it was 4 pm and it was partly sunny outside. I didn't know what to feel, what I should be feeling, how to react to this; I was just like the night before. I was in a complete state of denial and disquietude. I walked through the hallways, everything seemed just like it had always seemed, yet the house felt colder and darker than ever. An aura of loneliness could be felt, the air became heavier and breath became harder.

I went into my dad's office. An old turntable was on one of the corners, and the stacker beside was full of old vinyls, my dad was a huge fan of The Beatles, he had every single song, EP and disc they released throughout their careers, with the band and in their solo careers. I grabbed Let It Be…Naked, was one of his favourite vinyl discs. The first song that came out; was Don't Let Me Down. While the song started I opened my dad's drawer, the drawer in which he used to keep the alcohol. I looked inside and grabbed a brand-new bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue. With no hesitation, I opened it and drank a mouthful. It tasted horrible, but awesome at the same time. The song was playing in the background, making the perfect atmosphere with its low, funky and classic sounds.

"Don't let me down… Don't let me down… Don't let me down" I was singing along to the song at the top of my lungs "I'm in love for the first time… It's a love that lasts forever" Another mouth full and after the third, I was dancing along too, hugging the bottle as if it was a dance partner "… I guess no anybody ever really done me… Oh, she done me, she done me good…" with the fourth sip tears began to stream down my cheeks heavily "Don't let me down…" I tripped over my feet and fell, the bottle crashed hard against the wooden floor. There was not much liquid left anyway. My hands had little cuts from the glasses spread all over the floor. The coldness of the floor made me realize what had happened and I succumbed to the pain, loneliness fell on me and my heart, I was alone, and there was nobody left, I sat on that floor the entire night, hugging my legs tightly against my chest, sobbing loudly, eventually screaming and kicking things. A thousand emotions ran on my head, anger, rage, sadness, confusion, loneliness, grief… Utter loss.

I didn't get up on the floor until the doorbell rang late the next morning; it rang several times before I decided to open the door, looking awfully bad, my eyes were swollen from crying, my hair was messy, and my hands were still cut and bloody.

"Hello, my name is Trish Anderson" She was a woman in her mid-thirties, redhead with her hair tied in a messy bun and green eyes, she looked nice but severe at the same time. She stopped talking and looked inside "May I come in please, we need to talk?" she said seriously

I looked at her from head to toe, I ruffled my hair, sighed and stepped to the side to let her in. We sat at the dinner table. She started to talk but the numbness in my head was bigger and she noticed it "Hey! Are you listening to me?"

I raised my head and nodded, she knew I was lying; she sighed and took her glasses "Honey, you have to go to foster care. Well, to a group home first. Do you understand that?"

"Wh-What? Why? I can take care of myself" I said, wide-eyed, my voice came out shaky and angry; not understanding the reasons, I didn't need anybody.

"Yeah, sure…, you're a minor thus this is inevitable" She stopped and looked at my face, she saw the distress in my eyes "I'll pick you up at 8 tomorrow morning as we are waiting to see if any family member comes forwards. So you have time to pack your most needed things, not too many, please, and lock the house…" She asked me. I pursed my lips and shook my head looking down at the table. She nodded and mouthed an 'OK'. Finished and left as she came.

I rested my head on the table; there was nothing else to do. Lifting my head, I breathe deeply and slowly. I understood that it wasn't worth fighting anymore, but I gave up. I just needed to flow with the things and pray to get out. Sane, at least.