Disclaimer: As always I don't own any recognizable characters here or the song that inspired this little fic.

AN: Hey everyone I'm back with a little fic for you. It's inspired by the Rupert Holmes song Escape and updated a little to fit our girls. Enjoy! Oh and a special shoutout to SoNFan1978 for being my beta for this story. Without her it probably would still be sitting on my laptop half finished so Thank You so much for helping me.

They had been together over two years now. For the most part things had been incredible. They had supported each other through coming out to their friends and family and in turn had been supported by them. And since then they'd just gone through life, taking things as they came.

They had dated for months before they decided to move in together. Jane wasn't particularly fond of the idea of her mother being close by, but to her surprise her mother gave them a lot more privacy than she had when they had just been friends. And eventually last year her Ma had found a small apartment close by and moved out of the guest house. Once the last box was unloaded in her Ma's new place they'd come home and celebrated for two days all over the house at their new sense of freedom and privacy.

Now though they had hit a rut in their relationship. It seemed like they'd been together forever and nothing about it was changing; they'd become like one of the tapes of her favorite song she'd worn out as a teenager. Working together meant that there wasn't really much to talk about from their day that the other didn't already know. If there wasn't a murder that called them out of the house they had a set routine from the time the alarm went off and it didn't vary much at all.

Jane had grown frustrated by the lack of spontaneity in their relationship. Somewhere along the way she had decided she needed to find something else and it looked like she would have to go outside of her relationship with Maura to get it. So, for the last couple of months she'd been looking around. She wasn't proud of it, but she needed to feel like she could connect with someone. She needed something fresh and exciting in her life.

She'd tried going to a couple of bars, but Maura hated it when she came home late and she knew if she tried to keep saying she had been out with the guys Maura would eventually find out she was lying. Online dating wasn't something she wanted to get into either. She wasn't looking to date necessarily; honestly she didn't really know what it was she was looking for, but dating wasn't it. And a hook up or a one night stand wasn't something she really wanted to get into either. She'd worry about that once it came though, for now she was just going to look.

When Maura would finally lay her Forensic Journal or Forensic Science magazine or whatever it was down at night and go to sleep she would slip out of bed, power up her laptop, and search the internet for someplace to find just what she was looking for. A couple of weeks into searching she had found one website that allowed you to just post short ads. All you had to do was tell other people what you were looking for and then if they were interested they could get back to you by replying to the ad.

So far she hadn't worked up the nerve to post anything for herself. How could she really when she wasn't quite sure what she was looking for? So for the last few weeks she'd check every two or three days to see what kind of new posts there were to see if anything anyone offered seemed like something she wanted.

Once again Maura had finally laid down the magazine she'd been reading, shut off her light, mumbled a good night love you to her, and had rolled over.

Jane sat there pretending to read over old case files. It was her turn to go back through cold cases with a fresh set of eyes to see if anything had been missed. So far in 25 cases she'd read over this past week she'd found nothing that she would have done any differently. She had come across a couple of cases that happened before the time of DNA processing and she'd sent the blood samples down to the lab to see if the techs could pull any new samples from it. After a few minutes she noticed that Maura's breathing had evened out and she was headed for a deeper sleep. This was her chance.

It had been a few days since she had checked the site and she was eager to see what new things had been posted. There'd been eight new ads listed in the section. Most of them were boring and didn't sound like anyone she would want to have anything to do with, but the second to newest one posted, which had been posted just a few hours earlier in the day, caught her eye. It read: SEEKING ADVENTURESOME WOMAN

Jane couldn't help but click on the ad to expand it so she could read the whole thing. It wasn't long but she felt it described her close enough.

SEEKING ADVENTURESOME WOMAN

Looking for a woman who's seeking a little adventure in her life like me? Are you adventuresome enough to get caught in the rain and make love in the dunes of a cape? I'd prefer it if you were into yoga and health food, though it's not a must, but intelligence is a must have. If this sounds like you, I'm the woman you're looking for. Write to me and we can soon escape.

This was it; this was exactly the kind of woman she had been looking for. She quickly clicked the reply button and got set to think of something amazing to say to this woman that she just had to meet.

"It's me," she hastily typed. "I'm the woman you've looked for. I love getting caught in the rain and I'd love to get you out on the dunes and have you screaming my name. I'm not much into health food. I prefer burgers and beer, but I've got a decent brain. Please, let's just cut to the chase here and meet me tomorrow at noon? I'll be in a booth in the back corner of Meg's bar. Meet me there and we'll plan our escape."

She automatically hit the send button after she finished proofing the draft she'd made. She couldn't pass up the chance to meet this woman, but just after she received confirmation that her message had been sent she thought of Maura sleeping upstairs in their bed. It might be mean of her, but she'd forgotten all about her once she read the headline of that ad. Still though, she needed this, so she closed up her laptop and headed back to bed. She had something great to look forward to tomorrow for the first time in a long time.

The conclusion in Chapter 2 will follow soon. Till then how about letting me know what you think? I always love to hear from the readers.