Jane followed as Maura strode out of the door, her head hanging in shame as she was sure she was out of Jane’s line of sight.

“Maura please, I need you.” Jane called after her, her panic and fear slamming her into an invisible wall at the threshold of her home. Tears shook her body as she spoke but she fought to keep them from her tone.

Maura paused in the hallway, glancing back over her shoulder. “Prove it.” She whispered before turning and disappearing into the night.

Sliding down the doorframe, Jane sobbed. Her insecurity and completely unfounded sense of abandonment had consumed her since she’d awoken had near driven her completely insane in the time she’d had to consider why and where Maura had gone that was so urgent she couldn’t even leave a note.

As the sobs subsided, Jane growled, a low and primal sound that started, she guessed, somewhere in her feet before gaining in strength and power before erupting from her throat. Getting roughly to her feet, she reached out, her hand hitting the bottle of wine that Maura had so carefully set down and launching it across the apartment. It smashed in a crimson flood against the kitchen cupboard and fired her further. Ripping up handfuls of unopened mail, Jane screamed as bills, letters and junk mail danced around her like confetti, littering the floor in her own ticker tape parade of fury.

There was nothing to say, no words she could form. Three weeks of pain, frustration and fear exploded from every pore and destroying everything in her path. She paused in front of the dummy Korsak and Frost had sent to her, its giant faceless blue form hanging there in mocking celebration of her weakness. With one final guttural scream, Jane Rizzoli gave in to the emotion that had threatened to overcome her and laid into the stuffed humanoid.

-/-

“Good evening Maura” Doctor Charles Beck greeted his friend and colleague warmly. “I’m surprised you called so late in the evening.”

Maura hung her head, she didn’t want to be here, she wanted to go back to Jane’s and hold her until the world made sense again but she couldn’t. Jane was going through enough without having to deal with her childish issues too.