Upon coming home after a tiring day, Maura intended to fill the apartment with the calming melody of Beethoven's marvelous array of compositions - accompanied by a glass of fine wine. Those plans however, were thrown down the drain. After walking through the front door, she furrowed her brows noticing combat boots put away neatly in front of the closet. She didn't need to give a second thought regarding whom they belonged to. Her heart quickened with excitement as she padded through the hallway and into the living room.

Soft snores floated in the air, a pair of feet stuck out from the end of the couch, their limbs were obviously too long for the piece of furniture. A smile played across her lips, knowing full well who lay slumbering on the other side. Setting her things onto the carpet near the entrance, Maura took a seat on the coffee table adjacent to the latent being. Dark curls splayed across the cushion and framed the angular face of her best friend. She had been gone for two months working undercover and the medical examiner was pleasantly surprised to see her back home days earlier than expected. The detective's musky scent invaded her senses and she felt something stir in her loins. Oh, how she missed that smell.

She had given Jane a spare key to her place almost a year ago. Since then the woman spent most of her time eating and sleeping in her home and in all honesty, Maura didn't mind. In fact, she loved catering to her best friend's needs. Call her foolish for bending over backwards on the detective's whim; but it actually made her really happy.

"Hey." Came a raspy voice.

Maura bit the inside of her cheek. Just the sound of her enticing voice aroused the medical examiner further. "Hey." She replied softly as she stared into sleepy chocolate brown eyes. "You should have called to say you were coming home early. I would have prepared a fantastic meal for you."

Jane sat up and rubbed her tired eyes. Her dress shirt was rumpled and looked days old. She smiled warmly at Maura and the blonde felt like she'd melt. "Oh, you know that I wouldn't want to trouble you." She stood up, pulling Maura into a hug in the process. "Besides, I practically live in your house for free."

The moment was short-lived and Jane pulled away, trotted over to the chrome fridge and swung it open. Her eyebrows shot up at the lack of food vacating the appliance and looked over her shoulder at a sheepish Maura. "Really, Dr. Isles?"

During the detective's absence she had opted to eating at the Dirty Robber after her 14-hour work shifts. A mere half an hour ago she was dining on the usual roasted chicken leg with salad, her mind drifting off to her best friend's wellbeing while nibbling at her food. She didn't see the need to stock up on groceries if she wasn't going to be making food for two as she always did when in the company of Jane. Now, she felt quite guilty for disappointing said woman and frowned.

Noticing this, Jane broke into a grin. "We'll order some take out and the problem's solved." She pulled out her phone and dialed.

"I'd like to inform you that I've already eaten. So order for one."

Jane nodded and started talking to whoever was on the other end of the line. Maura took the opportunity to hop into the shower, taking extra care in lathering her body with her favourite body wash. Ever since Jane had mentioned that she enjoyed the smell of the strawberry scent clinging onto her skin, she ordered a box full straight from Italy. She returned to her living room dressed in a white shirt that hugged her body, it was thin enough to see her skin underneath the fabric and it was clear as day that she wasn't wearing a bra. To complete her subtle attempt to seduce her friend was the sinfully short shorts hugging her hips.

"It'll be another five min…" She drifted off when her gaze landed on Maura. Her mouth hung open as her dark eyes scanned her body. Almost immediately she shut her gaping mouth and cleared her throat. "I guess I'll do the same. Watch the door will ya?" She said quickly and scurried past.

"Of course, detective."

When she heard the shower run, Maura breathed deeply in an attempt to calm her wild heartbeat. The tension was most definitely there, the sexual tension was so heavy in the air between them that even Frost had mad a comment about it on a whim. She couldn't blame him though.

The three of them were in the morgue. She was giving the two detectives a brief report on a victim that they had come across, crammed in the bleachers during their annual BPD soccer game. A constable's wife had screamed in horror when she found the man shoved between the benches, body contorted and bruised, his face twisted and thoroughly mutilated.

Jane listened intently to her observation, still damp with sweat, moist skin still dirty and stray hairs stuck to the sides of her face. Maura constantly bit her lip at the detective, finding the sight of Jane all sweaty from strenuous activity to be quite the turn on.

The detective on the other hand acknowledged the medical examiner's lustful stares and kept her hand on her arm, shoulders, back and sides at every opportunity she had and lingered longer than it should have during their conversations. Frost merely stood back watching the scene escalate a little uncomfortably and blurted out that he felt like the two of them were having some sort of sexual foreplay with all their clothes on.

Instantaneously the two women flushed a deep shade of red. Frost ducked to avoid the fist that Jane threw in his direction and took it as a sign to get the hell out of there. The silence that ensued was awkward to say the least as they stared at each other. Jane walked forward slowly and Maura walked backwards, matching her pace until the back of her knees hit a metal table, causing most of the contents to tip over and scatter. Jane hesitantly closed the distance between them, her heavy breathing fanning her face. It felt like there was a gravitational pull egging them on.

They were this close to sharing a kiss that would have been undoubtedly hot, if it weren't for the annoying buzz of the detective's phone.

The doorbell snapped her out of her thoughts just as she finished reminiscing. These disturbances have such impeccable timing, she thought sarcastically.

When she opened the door she came face to chest with a tall muscular man who looked like he was in his early twenty's. His sandy blonde hair fell over his clear eyes, which were glued on to her. Even she had to admit that he was a fine specimen, even when dressed in a delivery boy uniform. A part of her felt bad for him though, seeing as he was working on Friday evening. She had no doubt in her mind that he would have a beautiful woman in his company later tonight.

That's one thing that we'll both have in common. Maura smiled.

The deliveryman mumbled his thanks after they exchanged the food and money. He stared at her for a little longer before throwing her a boyish grin and turning his heel.

The moment she turned around after shutting the door, she spotted Jane standing by the sink with a smirk. "You had him acting like a little school girl." She was dressed in a dark tank top and flannel bottoms that hung dangerously low.

"Oh please. We shared a moment of admiration that's all."

"Clearly. You do have that effect on people though."

Maura opened her mouth to question that last remark but had no chance when Jane swiped the paper bag from her with a few long strides of her legs. The detective hurriedly opened the container and dug into the Thai food.

Today was the day, Maura decided, that she would do something about the sexual tension that hung so thick in the air between them. She didn't know how much longer she'd be able to keep her hands to herself with a freshly showered Jane in her wake. Especially since she had been gone for so long.