Jane lit the candles on the table and picked up the bunch of roses she’d purchased earlier in the day and took a deep breath. She could hear Maura and Frost as they climbed up the stairs to the roof access door.

”Maura.” Frost’s voice stopped the doctor in her tracks and she turned in the stairwell. ”I need to tell you something.” He sounded so serious she paused her hand reaching out to touch his forearm.

”Barry, is everything OK?”

Frost reached out and took her bag from her grasp. ”Everything’s fine.” He paused, a smile dancing over his face. ”You just won’t need this.” he guided her towards the door, opening it up for her and gesturing for her to step out.

The gentle melody of ’Wonderful Tonight’ flowed over her, carried in the breeze and her breath caught in her chest as she took in the view before her. Mixed flower arrangements adorned the corners of a makeshift restaurant area surrounding a small table set with another decoration and candles. To the left of the table stood Jane, a large bouquet of mixed roses in her arms.

”Hey baby.” Jane’s voice shook as she approached Maura, who hadn’t moved since emerging onto the roof. ”Happy anniversary.” she offered Maura the flowers but the doctor remained frozen in place.

”Oh Jane.” the breathy sound was almost lost on the breeze. ”I can’t…” she took the flowers automatically. ”It’s beautiful.”

Maura allowed Jane to guide her to the table, handing the roses to Angela who appeared stealthily at her side before sitting.

Jane cleared her throat. ”In the interest of a romantic night, alone!” she pointed the last word towards her mother, ”We’re doing this a little out of order.” Jane nodded into the shadows and Maura followed her gaze.

From behind the orchestra, Korsak appeared in a full tuxedo.

”Ladies and well, ladies.” he began officially. ”Tonight and for one night only, I give you the truly smooth sounds of Raymond Washington.” He offered a small bow in Mauras direction before joining Angela in the shadows by the table. As both women focused their attention in the direction Korsak had appeared from, neither noticed as he filled their champagne glasses.

The orchestra began the opening chords of ’You’re my first, my last, my everything’ and to the amazement of the doctor, Rondo stepped from the gloom. It took her a few moments to recognise him dressed in a tuxedo.