The streets of Boston were being hammered with torrential rain, the water flowing down the streets and cascading into the storm drains. The sky was dark and the air was as cold as ice.

Inside an apartment in down town Boston lay a dark headed, lightly tanned, Italian detective. The room was in darkness apart from the occasional flash of light that made its way inside via the open curtains of the window behind her. Her body was curled on the bed, still wearing the clothes from her day at work. Not caring that it was now almost 3 am and she had in fact been home for almost ten hours. She had left early after wrapping up the case, she had requested to leave early with the excuse of a doctor's appointment.

However that was far from the truth. She had no appointment. She simply could not stand to be there at that very moment in time. Tears were now flowing heavily down her soft cheeks and soaking the pillow below her head. The pillow that smelt like Maura's perfume after they had fallen asleep together the night before. One of their typical sleepovers.

Maura and Jane were laying on the bed watching a movie, closer than what friends would usually be and enjoying each other's company. "Maur?", Jane said softly half way through the movie. When she didn't get a response she called again as she turned her head, "Maur...a", she sighed as the woman beside her had fallen asleep.

The dark haired woman leant over and brushed a hair out of the woman's face before tugging the blankets up to cover her, "I love you Maura", she whispered knowing that the medical examiner beside her could not hear the words. Although deep down she had wished that the woman beside her had been able to stay awake or that she herself had actually said those words sooner.

Her body moved as she sobbed into the pillow, inhaling the scent of the woman she loved and her mind playing over what had happened that day. She had wished she had not seen it. She wished she could have been the one that Maura kissed like that. She wished that it was her holding Maura in her arms. She wished that she was the one that was taking her out tonight. The thought of him touching her made her feel sick, it broke her heart again and again. The idea of Maura being with anyone but her broke her heart, shattering it into pieces and it wouldn't end there because again and again her heart was tortured.

Maura was in the cafe getting her usual hot drink whilst on a short break, Jane smiled seeing her and started to make her way towards her. It was then that the man moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around Maura pulling her close and planting a kiss to the woman's soft lips. The detective froze, she suddenly felt as though her whole world was crashing around her and that her heart was being torn from her chest cavity. She soon found herself having to leave the room, tears were flowing and the only place she knew she could escape to was the women's bathrooms.

"Damnit!", she exclaimed as her fist slammed down on the wooden surface.

Now she lay alone in her dark apartment, sobbing and looking at the photo that resided on the wooden surface of her night stand. The photo of the two of them at a family party together. Both were smiling brightly, they weren't looking at the camera but instead at each other. Neither knew the photo had been taken until Angela gave them each a copy a few weeks later. She had had them printed and framed.

That was how she fell asleep, forgetting to set her alarm for the following day and instead crying herself to sleep. Her body giving into the exhaustion caused by the heartache of seeing the woman she loved be loved by someone else. She had heard rumours about Maura dating but had brushed them off. She had been in denial. Until that very moment that she witnessed that thing kissing her beautiful Maura. Her Maura. Hers. And only hers.