The weather outside is terrible. It's the third week in January, and unseasonably warm. Instead of snow, Boston faces a torrential downpour. Very few cars are on the road, as the thunder booms, and the lightning strikes.

As she drives towards downtown she looks up at the sky. It's dark, nearly black, and filled with clouds. She shakes her head, and tries not the think about the weather reflecting her current emotional state. Within her is a brewing tempest, of the most destructive kind.

Her best friend drives, from the other side of town. She curses the weather, and the lousy drivers in front of her, making her late. She grips the steering wheel, as she attempts to make it to her destination on time. She tries not to think too much, about the situation, only focusing on the road in front of her, the literal road. She slows down, to meet the red light in front of her.

Maura pulls into the parking lot. On such a grey, rainy day, most parking spaces, and lots are nearly vacant. This one is surprisingly full. She pulls her hood up, and climbs out of the car. She slams the door behind her. It beeps as she locks it. She doesn't wear her usual attire. Instead of heels she wears sneakers. Instead of a dress, she dons athletic wear. Instead hair done to perfection, she wears a loose braid.

She pulls into a parking space, and glares at the clock. She bangs the steering wheel once, for good measure. In frustration she climbs out of the car. As her feet hit the wet pavement her shoes squeak. She makes a beeline for the building in front of her. She looks at her watch, as she heads to the door, grumbling to herself about the slow drivers making her late.

Maura fills out some paperwork, and takes a seat in the waiting area She sighs in relief, that she doesn't have to wait with the others, for long. She makes eye contact with no one. She tosses down her well read magazine, on to the coffee table, and follows the woman dressed in blue through a door into a hallway.

Jane bitterly takes the paperwork from the receptionist. She takes a seat in an uncomfortable chair, with her clipboard, and ink pen. She glances up for a moment, at the people sitting around the room. Most faces younger than hers, a few even older. None of them make eye contact. They all busy themselves, with something, anything else. Jane's eyes quickly flit back to her own busy work. She slowly, painstakingly fills out the paperwork.

Thoughts fly around her head. She wishes someone, anyone were here with her. She wishes that she could tell someone, especially her best friend. But, for weeks, almost a month now, Maura would not speak to her, unless it pertained to work. Right now what she needed most was Maura's rational, level-headedness, to remind her that this was ok.

She stares at the room, the instruments, the paper attire. Her heart begins to race, and her stomach twists into knots. She staves off the urge to throw up. She stares at the heavy wood door, in front of her. She listens to the clock tick on the wall. For a brief second she asks herself how she got here. She needs a friend, someone to give her advise, but she pushed away her one friend, so now she has to face this alone. She hops down, and bolts for the door.

Jane hears someone racing down the hallway. She looks up, as she comes through the doorway. Their eyes meet, and they both freeze. Maura hesitates for only a moment, and then continues. She races out the door. She steps out into the rain, and runs to her car.

Jane hands the papers back to the receptionist. She follows Maura out the door. As she steps out the door of the clinic she sees Maura across the parking lot, at her car. Jane races to the car.

Maura tries to get her car unlocked, afraid to face her best friend. Unwilling to talk to her, or even look at her. Her hands shake, and she drops the keys. She bends down to pick them up. Suddenly she wonders why Jane was there in the first place. She swallows hard, and picks the keys up off the cold wet ground. The footsteps stop.

Jane's eyes meet Maura's. For a moment neither of them say anything. Jane just stares at Maura. Maura stares back.

Jane swallows hard, "What are you doing here?"

Mara shakes her head, "I don't know," her voice trembles. She looks as if she's on the verge of tears.

"Oh," is all Jane manages to get out.

"What are you doing here?" Maura questions.

"I..." Jane tries to formulate a good lie, "I wish I had a good answer for that."

"I don't understand."

"Understand what?"

"Any of this," Maura replies.

"You're still mad at me?"

"Yes."

"But?"

"I think we should find somewhere to talk."

"Like lunch?" Jane suggests.

"Somewhere private."

"Ok," Jane nods, in agreement.