Maura stood in her kitchen, looking at all her things. Her home and life she'd built. Baby toys and blankets. An unopened bottle of wine and a six pack in her fridge to celebrate their case being over. The stack of clean baby bottles in the sink. The pictures hanging all over the house of her and Jane and little Baby Elly. And it was all being ripped apart.

What was thought to be a normal case, turned into an international investigation.

Putting Jane and Maura at the top of a list they should never, ever be on.

"Maura." Paddy's voice pleaded, "Please. Do this for me. I know you don't owe me anything, but I couldn't stand losing you. You're all I have left."

"But why can't Jane come with me? Or better yet, I go with her?"

"It's better if you're split up. It'll be easier for all of you and harder for them to find either of you."

"I still don't understand why I can't just go into Witness Protection."

He sighed, "Maura, please just trust me."

One the one hand, Paddy was right. If they split up, it'd be easier for the three to slip away unnoticed. And Paddy probably had more connections, seedier connections, around the country and might have a better chance of hearing something before the FBI. But on the other hand, she didn't trust him 100%.

"Fine." she heard herself say, "But you have to promise me something."

He already knew before she had to say it, "I promise Jane and the baby will be safe." Then came a click, and the phone call was over. Maura looked up at the two large men in her entryway, still not sure if she should trust them.

And that was it. She grabbed two last things before she zipped up her bag and followed the two men her mob-boss of a father and hired, out of her home for good.

She looked back at the house, then had a thought, "Please, if you have to go through the house and disrupt things to make my cover, just don't ruin anything. Pictures, documents, things like that. If we ever get to go home, I want those memories to be intact."

The man made eye contact with her a moment, then nodded.

As she sat in the back seat of the SUV, Maura looked down at the blue baby blanket and the picture in her hands. The picture was of the three of them the day little Eleonora was born. Jane, still in her hospital gown, hair all wild with her arm around Maura, holding the baby between them. Both shared the same wide smile, faces full of joy.

Teary hazel eyes lifted to look at the man driving in the rear-view mirror, "Will I ever get them back? Will I ever get to go back" came a quiet sob

He sighed, "Someday. When this is all over."