Disclaimer: I don't own, if I did they would be realizing their feelings for one another and by next season they would be the first cable lesbian cop show duo.

AN: I started this story a year ago, inspired by a dress Angie tweeted for 'hosting' the SAG Awards. School happened and it got shelved. I'm finally coming back to it. It was going to be a light hearted one shot but it's taken on a life of its own *gasp*. It should be over in 2 chapters. Its not betaed so I'm sorry for any spelling/grammar errors.

The title is in reference to Keith Urban's song.

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Dr. Maura Isles never daydreamed. She came to work to do just that, work. She had a very strict schedule she kept to, it made her and her team run seamlessly. As much as she hated to admit it the past few weeks her schedule had been out of whack, she was distracted, she hated that. It all started with that damn dress.

3 weeks ago

"Hey Maura," Jane called walking into the lab.

The doctor looked at her computer clock, it was 5:15. She still had a mountain of paperwork to finish in order to wrap up the case Jane and she had just completed. "Hey Jane, I'm not going to be able to meet you for dinner—" her words drifted off as she raised her head to look at the detective. She was wearing a short, tight, bright blue dress. Her usually wavy hair was flat ironed straight. On her feet were strappy heels.

"Yeah, that's what I came to tell you. Ma is making me go to some big dinner with her and her friend. Some big to do she won because she sold so many bottles of lotion or something I'm running late as it is. Do you know how hard it is to try to straighten your hair in the woman's restroom here?" She ran her fingers through the dark locks, "I'm sorry, I'll have to cancel."

"No-no its…its fine…paperwork, I have some to umm" She whispered her eyes continuing to rake over Jane's very fit, very long tight body poured into that blue dress.

Jane cocked her head, "What?" She drew the word out. She looked down at herself. "Is something wrong?"

"Nothing, everything is fine. New dress?"

"Yeah, Ma made me buy it. It looks okay?"

Maura cleared her throat, trying to pull herself together, "More than okay, you look beautiful Jane."

Jane blushed at the compliment, "Thanks Maura. I'm sorry but I really have to go." She smiled at her friend and turned towards the door. "Lunch tomorrow though?"

"Of course." Jane's new perfume lingered in the room long after she had left.

Present

Maura shook her head bringing herself back to the present. That perfume, whenever she smelled it her mouth watered. She snapped on her second rubber glove and approached the body lying out on her slab. Male, mid fortes, gunshot wound to the chest and for the moment a John Doe. She picked up her scalpel to start the Y incision she was right handed but her main hand was aching. She had done 2 autopsies today something she tried not to do, but they were running behind. She was tired; her arms ached from cutting the ribcage out of a terribly obese woman. She was just plain worn out but she wanted to get started on this case for Jane.

Jane…she never daydreamed before in general, but especially on the job it was dangerous to let her mind wander she needed to stay present. If she drifted off she could miss something that was crucial to the case. But as her hands started the familiar path her mind happily ran away. She saw Jane, in that little black dress her mother had forced her to wear bent over to pick up the pen Maura had accidently dropped. She remembered watching Jane bend over, her long legs disappearing up a tent of black, her impossibly high heels showing off toned calves. It was the first time Maura had really checked out her rear end. She felt herself flush at how perfectly it would fit under her hands. She imagined squeezing it lightly before bringing her hand back to spank…she frowned, her right hand felt hot and it wasn't from smacking Jane's shapely rear end. It was beginning to feel very hot almost burning.

She looked down at her hand and gasped. Her scalpel was stuck between her digitus secundus manus and her pollical. "Damn it! Stupid, stupid, stupid." She had nicked herself many times before but never this bad. She quickly turned and ran towards the sink, her blood had already spilled onto the cadaver contaminating the body. She glanced at clock, it was going on seven o'clock that meant all of her staff was gone. She knew if she pulled the knife out the bleeding would increase and she only had one hand to work with. From the angle of the scalpel and the amount of blood she knew she hit her princeps pollicis artery. The pain and looking at her hand trapped in a purple glove slowly turning red was making her lightheaded. She fumbled in her coat pocket for her cell. She quickly hit her speed dial. "Jane, are you still at work?"

"Yeah Maura, I'm just finishing up some-"

"Come down here, now." She disconnected the call.

Jane had been going cross-eyed from staring at the paper work she had to finish by tomorrow. The sight of Maura's name on her ID made her heart leap; she thought the blonde had gone home for the evening. The sound of the fear in Maura's voice was enough to make Jane forsake the elevators and sprint down the stairs. She skidded into the morgue, her eyes searching for the source of danger, there was a coupes on one of the tables, the GSW John Doe she had brought in today. She looked closer at him, there was quite a bit of blood on his chest, too much blood. She whirled to her right when she heard a faint curse. Maura was bent over the sink, she could see the red splatters on her coat and the smudges on the purple dress underneath. "Maura?"

"Jane, I need you to take me to General, now."

"What did you do?" Jane ran over to her friend. She looked down at her hand "Oh my God Maura!" The hand in question was shaking badly. "We have to get the scalpel out." She began to reach forwards.

"No! Jane, if you pull it out it will fully release the artery. I won't be able to stop the bleeding. I have to get to a hospital and have them remove it, it will probably need surgery." She looked up at Jane, she saw her color pale. "Jane?" Maura snapped, she could feel herself beginning to go into shock.

Jane shook her head; she saw her hands, pinned with the same scalpel to a dirty basement floor. The desperation in Maura's voice brought her back to the present. Maura needed help, now. With aching hands she reached for Maura's elbow the smaller woman was shaking as Jane steered her towards the morgue loading dock. Hitting the button the doors whooshed open, the chilly night air hit them as the stumbled down the concrete stairs that lead to the BPD car lot. Jane's cruiser was a few spots away. She got the door unlocked and Maura settled. "General will be the closest." Maura mumbled. Jane threw the car into reverse and peeled out of the lot.

"You'll be fine Maura."

The blonde nodded, "I think I just nicked the artery. Jane, I'm going into shock." She said through clamped teeth she was starting to shake a light sweat was breaking out on her face, "If I pass out I'm O negative, please tell them to be careful, this is my operating hand, stress that I am a medical examiner."

"Maura, you are going to be fine." Jane looked up the block; she saw the hospital come into view. She took a glance at the passenger seat, Maura was an eerie shade of white, and her eyes were glassed over. Sparing a glance at Maura's hand she shuttered, the streetlights glinted off the knife still protruding from her hand. It was so unlike Maura to be so clumsy. Come to think of it the past few weeks she had been dropping things, bumping into chairs and tables. Jane had played it off as nothing, but now?

She pulled up to the ER, yelling for help and flashing her badge she got the attention of two EMT's walking in the entrance. Everything happened so fast. She followed the stretcher they put Maura on as the wheeled her into an exam room. An IV was quickly put in and morphine began to run. Maura's color began to come back and a doctor applied pressure to her hand. A silly grin spread across Maura's face. "Hi Janie." Jane had to smile.

The doctor looked up from Maura's right hand, "Are you next of kin?"

"Yes," Jane responded without hesitation.

"She is going to need surgery to get the knife out and to repair the artery. She is a medical examiner?"

"Yes our Chief ME and the BPD."

"Did she just slip?"

Jane shrugged, "I think. I thought she had gone home, she had already done two autopsy today."

"So she was opening a body when this happened?"

Jane nodded; she gently brushed Maura's hair behind her ear. "I believe so there was quite a bit of blood on the body."

The doctor frowned grabbing a chart lying on the counter, he sighed. "I'll do my best, but she did a number on her hand. I'll know more once we pull the blade out. I'm not sure she will ever grip a scalpel the same way again. If she was slicing a body when she was cut there is a greater risk for infection. If the cut is straight we should be able to stitch it. If it severed jagged and the body had any disease we will hopefully save the hand. "

Jane froze; she looked down at Maura's smiling face. Talk of losing her hand all over a stupid little cut? "She is the best ME I've ever worked with and my best friend, you make sure she comes out of here with all five fingers attached do you understand me?"

The doctor looked unfazed by the threat, "I'll do my best officer, but right now we need to stop that bleeding."

A nurse stepped in, "OR one is ready doctor."

Jane reached down and squeezed Maura's good hand, "I'll be here when you wake up honey."

"Okay!" was the loud reply.

Jane stood awkwardly watching as the gurney got farther and farther away. She felt the tears begin to threaten. "Oh God."

TBC…

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