A/N: Trying my hand at some drama this time. Reviews are always welcome. And as always I don't own Rizzoli or Isles or anything having to do with it!

Detective Jane Rizzoli never had much luck when it came to love. She also lacked good fortune when it came to understanding her girlfriend, Dr. Maura Isles. Ex-girlfriend. Jane grumbled to herself as she continued to toss and turn in her too hot yet too cold bedding. She hadn't slept a full night in over a week, the only rest that came was when her eyes couldn't stay open any longer. And even that only occurred at the most inconvenient of times: filling out paperwork, reviewing witness statements, and even during a stakeout. Things were worse when she was fully alert, replaying all the ways her and Maura went wrong. How could we have gone so wrong? Staring at the shadows playing on her ceiling, her mind flashed back to the night of their familiar and final argument.

"How exciting. A night full of rich snobs talking about things I can't begin to understand. I hope the food is good at least." Jane complained as she rummaged through the formal clothes she had in Maura's closet. She looked back at her girlfriend who was occupying the edge of the bed, staring at the delicately folded hands that sat upon her lap. "I don't even know why you bother to bring me to these things, I'm only going to embarrass you." Her words were met with silence and when Jane was agitated like she was now silence was like gas and she was an open flame. "What? You're not gonna talk to me now?"

"Jane, I'm tired." It was such a simple reply, but it spoke volumes about Maura's honest feelings.

"Well if you're tired Maur, why did you agree to this stupid dinner anyway?"

"Not physically, Jane. Emotionally. I am emotionally exhausted from having this same argument with you. I have to fight with you just to get you to spend time outside of your family or your friends. God forbid I want to share something with you that involves more culture than tv and beer can provide!" Maura was standing now, arms wrapped protectively around her mid-section. She felt herself breaking inside and didn't know how to stop it.

"Maur, you know I'd do anything for you." Jane's thoughts were scrambling, trying to think of anyway she could fix this.

"I know you would. I've never doubted that." She wiped a stray tear away with the back of her hand. "But how often do I have drag you while you kick and scream?" The question was met with silence, the detective knew the smaller woman was right. "I want to be with someone who wants me on their arm no matter what the event or situation. Someone I can have fun with everywhere we go, not just when we go to places of their choosing." As her soft voice began to crack she made her way over to her girlfriend, the woman whom she thought was the love of her life.

Maura couldn't stop her thoughts from racing. I had put all my eggs in Jane Rizzoli's basket. A small chuckle escaped at this thought, the memory of Jane teaching her that saying. It was early in their relationship and she had messed up yet another typical phrase only to be met with a kind smile and a small kiss before being corrected in a gentle way. At that moment Maura knew she only wanted Jane's lips for the rest of her life. And now their differences were tearing them apart.

Gathering all the courage she could, Maura looked up into Jane's brown eyes, The combination of sadness and fear turning them almost a mahogany color, silently giving Jane permission to speak. Giving her one last chance to save Maura from what she was about to do.

"We do have fun." That was all Jane could manage. She mentally kicked herself for not being better with words. After being with Maura Isles for over two years, you'd think she would have learned a thing or two.

"But at what cost, Jane?" Anger was beginning to take over the rest of the emotions that were fighting inside the distraught medical examiner. "Am I supposed to put this part of me, MY social life and friends away so that we can avoid fighting? Should I always do what YOU want?" The last sentence held so much venom that Jane physically flinched at the words. "I think you should go." Maura turned on her heels and grabbed her clutch before heading to the front door.

"Maura, please." The only two words Jane could manage at the time caused her girlfriend to stop and look back at her with watery eyes.

"I'll gather your things and have them for you Monday morning at work. Please don't make this any harder than it already is. Goodbye, Jane." And with that Maura was out the door and in her car. Speeding out of her driveway and heading far away from the detective.

Jane stood in the doorway and watched as two red lights faded in the distance.

That Monday morning Jane dreaded going to work, not knowing what would be waiting for her. When she opened the door to her apartment she almost tripped over the cardboard box that was sitting on the floor. There was a plain white envelope taped to the top and her name was simply printed on the front, causing Jane's chest to tighten painfully. Even Maura's handwriting was void of the romance it usually contained. With shaking hands she opened the letter and let her watery eyes read the words that would change her life forever.

Dear Jane,

I know I said that I'd have your things ready at work, but I realized that wouldn't be fair to you. Things between us will already be strained enough, and I know how you like to keep people out of your personal business. Time will only tell if we can resurrect our once magnificent friendship, and I truly wish we can. But for the sake our jobs we'll have to work hard at continuing our crucial partnership. As for the sake of our victims, we have to be civil and not allow this to distract us. I wish you well, Jane. Take care of yourself.

-Maura

The week had passed slowly for Jane, and with no homicide came no medical examining. There was no sight of the blonde save for a glimpse as she walked passed the cafe in the morning. Each and every time Jane caught a glimpse of her ex-lover she felt another piece of herself break, and she wasn't sure how much longer she had before nothing was left but pieces.

Jane didn't even realize she was crying until she felt that her pillow was soaked with tears. She choked on her sobs while she questioned the last two years of her life. Maura was the best part of my life. She was everything. She's so beautiful. Why did I have to fight her so much? Why couldn't I accept and be grateful that she picked me? Sure, it's hard to believe that someone so perfect, a woman that is proof that angels exist would pick someone like me. All my rough edges and my damaging past didn't matter to her. So why was it so hard for me to accept her past and her life? I don't think I can live without her. I don't want to know what it's like to live without her. I need to fix this...Swollen bloodshot eyes finally closed for the night, allowing her to slip into a restless, nightmare filled slumber.