The familiar smell of the doctor was gone, replaced with cheap air fresheners and estate agent cologne. She moved silently through the house, checking for anything that might be left, anything to prove that Maura hadn’t really gone and she hadn’t lost the best thing that had ever happened to her.
She pushed open the door to the room that had once been Maura’s bedroom; like the rest of the house it was empty, devoid of the life and love that had been solely Maura’s doing. She sat on the floor in the space where Maura’s bed would have been, on Maura’s side.

It was fitting really, Jane thought as she sat in a house that had once been a perfect representation of Maura. That she would be here like this. She had spent the last few years forever in Maura’s shadow and now; she sat in the shell of her home that now represented her. Empty, lifeless and devoid of warmth and love, both she and the building suffered the same fate and for the same reason. Jane Rizzoli.

When Jane woke the next morning it was to brilliant sunshine on her face. She could hear voices downstairs.

”Maura.” She croaked, getting to her feet and shaking the aches from her bones. As she headed down the stairs, it was to unfamiliar voices. Estate agents, she realised, probably showing potential buyers around. She slid into the closet at the top of the stairs as the unknown people ascended them.

”This is the master bed.” She heard him open the door and appreciative ’oohs’ from the people he was with. His voice faded as the entered the en suite and Jane slipped away silently. Taking one last look around the space, she closed the front door behind her and clenched her jaw as her heart turned to stone within her chest.

”You better have something for me.” She growled as she marched into the bullpen, making Frost and Korsak visibly jump.

”She got on a plane to San Francisco five weeks ago.” Frost said. ”I managed to hack into her email.” Jane was at his side in seconds.

”I want more.” She told him. Had she been thinking clearly, Jane could have done that herself. ”She’s gone Jane, I can’t find her anywhere.”