Jane's phone buzzed. Wearily she looked up from the report swimming in front of her eyes and had to smile. Even through the haze of a head that was not quite aching, a throat that was not quite sore, and limbs that felt like lead, a message from Maura could lift her spirits. She opened the text.
Come 5.00 p.m. I'm taking you home, tucking you into bed and feeding you hot soup. Them I'm going to - I believe the phrase is - spoon your brains out. :)
Spoon my brains out? Maybe I've watched too many horror movies, but coming from someone who literally could ... ewww. Other than that, sounds like heaven. I just hope you don't object if I fall asleep on you.
On me, under me, beside me, I don't care. Just as long as I can hold you.
Always.
Jane put her phone down hoping no one had seen what she'd just sent - she'd never live it down. She looked at the clock. Only 2.47pm. How was she supposed to wait another two hours and thirteen minutes now?
Her phone beeped again.
Just for the record, a spoon would be a highly inefficient method of extracting the brain. The Egyptians had a much more expedient method which didn't even necessitate the opening of the skull...
Without even reading the rest of the reply Jane sent a one word response.
Maura!