Jane's POV
I am standing here by this piece of junk Maura calls art. I can't believe she paid that much money for a bunch of old car parts. The foyer here at BPD is busy today, lots of people coming in and out. I get stopped by an officer in the hallway wanting to know more about a case he was helping us with. All I really want to do is drink my coffee and get up to my desk.
I hear that familiar sound of confident heals on the hard floor, and my attention is drawn away. There she is coming through the door, Dr. Isles. She is unaware as I watch her greet the officer and pull out her badge to show him. He must have said something funny because she throws her head back laughing allowing her honey blonde curls to fall off her shoulders down her back. She pats him on the arm and continues her way into the foyer taking a slight detour into the café.
She smiles politely at everyone she passes on her way to the counter. Of course my mother is thrilled to see her. They talk quietly to each other about who knows what. It is like mom got the daughter she never had. This thought makes me smile knowing the doctor is considered family. I continue to watch her as she takes her delicate hands to stir her fancy tea. These same hands solve some of the toughest crimes by methods I don't think I could do yet are gentle and kind enough to hold mine when they hurt. As she listens to my mother go on and on, never once does she appear bored by the conversation; she is too nice.
Eventually Maura stands up and smooths out her never there wrinkles before picking up her bag to head out. As she turns to leave she finally sees me. Her smile grows wide and her eyes turn brighter. I didn't think she could look any more beautiful, but that smile proved me wrong. She quickly makes her way over to say good morning. I try my best to keep my excitement down, but she has a way of always making my days better. I place my hand at the small of her back as we walk to the elevator. This small gesture is one she seems to appreciate. The ride down to the morgue is too short as we discuss our evenings and what our days look like.
The elevator dings signaling we are at the destination. The doors open and Maura goes to step out. I let her know that I have to get back up to the guys, and she frowns slightly. I know I don't want our time to end this morning or ever really; I hope that is what her frown means as well. Of course I will not say what I am actually thinking. She steps back halfway into the elevator, and places a soft hand on my arm. This action immediately makes me feel warmer; she tells me to be safe in a whispered tone. I smile and nod at her and tell her I will see her at lunch. The last thing I see is her smile as the doors close.
I wish I could tell her how she makes me feel, what her look and touch does to me, and how I want to be there for her every day for the rest of our lives. But I do not want to scare her or lose her. That would destroy me. She is my best friend; so I will keep doing what I do every day. I will be her friend and admire her from afar. She will remain completely unaware.
