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She has turned off the light in her office, and has her bag in hand. She exits the office, and pulls the door closed behind her. Kent rounds the corner, and nearly bumps into her.
He grins, revealing dimples, "Sorry, Dr. Isles."
"It's okay," she reciprocates with a smile.
"Are you heading out?"
"Yes," she nods in confirmation.
"Can I walk you out?"
"Sure," she nods in agreement.
"Who is taking you home? I thought that you said earlier that your car was in the shop."
"Jane," she answers.
"Isn't Jane on a stakeout," he recalls an earlier conversation.
"You're right. She gave me a ride in this morning. I totally forgot she had to go on a stake out. I guess I will just call Angela and have her pick me up."
"I can drop you home."
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely," he insists.
"I don't want to inconvenience you."
"It's not an inconvenience at all."
"You're sure?"
"Yes," his smile is plastered on his face.
When they arrive at her house he insists on walking her in. He exits the vehicle, and looks over at her.
"Maura, you can never be too careful, you know."
"I'll be okay," she tells him.
"I would just feel better if I walked you in. It would put my mind at ease."
"Okay," she agrees.
He follows her to the front door. She reaches into her purse, and digs out her keys. She unlocks the door, and feels a hint of anxiety. She turns around, and finds Kent staring at her.
"Would you like to come in?"
"Would you mind? I just want to make sure that there isn't anyone here," he answers.
"Did Jane put you up to this?"
"No," he shakes his head.
She pushes the door open, and enters, allowing him to follow her in. She flips on lights as she makes her way through the house. She kicks out of her heels before she reaches the kitchen. He follows her into the kitchen, and glances around their general vicinity. She feels a nagging sense that she should be cordial. She exhales her sense of anxiety, and feigns a smile.
"Can I offer you a drink?"
"I would love a drink," he agrees.
"I have cabernet, merlot, and some unappetizing beer that Jane left in the fridge. I also have some champagne, a bottle of vodka, and there is a bottle of bourbon around here somewhere as well. Angela bought it for a recipe that she made."
"What are you having?"
"Probably merlot," she admits.
"Bourbon sounds like it would whet my whistle."
"Okay."
She fills a couple of glasses with ice, and pours the bourbon into them. She hands him one, and takes the other.
"I thought that you said you were having merlot."
"I didn't want you to feel like the odd man out," she admits.
He chuckles. She locks eyes with him as they sip their bourbon. She recognizes a look of mystery in his eyes. She wonders to herself what mysteries they hold. A few rounds later, and their sharpness has dulled. Maura leans against the counter. She laughs at something that he says, and accidentally knocks over her glass. He turns around, and grabs a paper towel. She reaches out to stop him.
"You are a guest, you don't have to do that. I am the one who knocked it over," her pulse quickens as she realizes how close he is to her.
"It's okay, I want to."
Her breath hitches, "Leave it," she whispers.
"What?"
"Leave it," she repeats, as she takes a step closer to him.
He places the paper towel on the counter, and she doesn't back away as he presses his lips against hers.
The following morning she wakes up to the sound of her phone vibrating. She grapples for the phone, finding it lying on the floor, near the bed. She pulls the phone to her ear, and answers.
"Dr Isles," she answers in a raspy tone. The answering service lets her know that there has been a murder, and that they will text her the address, "Thank you," she hangs up. She leans back, and her head throbs. She opens her eyes, and surveys her surroundings. She is lying in her bed, alone, and tangled in her satin sheets. She sits up, holding her sheet to her body, as she realizes that she has nothing on but the sheet. She finds her clothes scattered on the floor of her room. She crawls out of bed, and heads to the bathroom. She turns on the shower. Once the water has warmed up, she crawls inside. As the hot water hits her skin her thoughts begin on loop.
"What the hell were you thinking?" She asks herself.
She quickly exits the shower, and towels off. She secures her hair into a braid. She opens the medicine cabinet, and takes an aspirin. She quickly gets dressed, and heads down the stairs, after putting her face on. When she reaches the kitchen she finds Angela waiting on her.
"Jane said she will be here to pick you up in a couple of minutes."
"Okay."
Angela places a bowl of oatmeal in front of her, "You should eat."
"I'm not hungry," she argues.
Maura hears the dishwasher on in the background, "You didn't have to do the dishes," she insists.
"I don't mind. Eat your breakfast," Angela instructs as Maura stands at the island, staring at the spot where she spilled bourbon the previous evening.
"Angela you don't have to clean up after me," Maura tells her.
"Maura, don't worry about it."
Before she can argue she hears a car horn outside. She turns, and heads for the door. She slips on her pumps, and grabs her bag from the entry way. She pulls the door open, and heads outside, as she pulls on her coat. She climbs in the car with Jane. Jane looks over at her.
"You look like you had a rough night," Jane comments.
Maura shakes her head, and has an internal debate of whether she should tell Jane, or not. Her lips begin spewing the truth before she can stop them.
"Jane, I think I've made a mistake."
Jane begins backing out of the driveway, "What are you talking about? How did you get home last night?"
"Kent brought me home," she answers.
Jane stops abruptly, "Maura, what did you do?"
"Can we just go?"
"Can we just go to a crime scene where Kent will be? Maura what did you do? Did you…"
Maura cuts her off, "Yes, I did."