Jane hated summer.
She never missed it when it eroded into fall.
Summer was sticky and sweaty and hot.
Everyone in the city seemed to be restless and crazy and she mirrored the feeling. Kids were out of school and there was an added level of chaos on the streets. People took vacations so you couldn't find witnesses or get reports back in a timely manner.
She hated wearing a suit in the summer. She started to sweat as soon as she was dressed.
The whole city was constantly humming with the whir of fans and window units. There was never any peace, any quiet.
She hated it.
Hate, hate, hate.
Except… she was sort of sad to see it go.
For the most part, she was happy to see summer end. The evenings were getting cooler, the air smelled different- like change, fresh and crisp.
The end of summer meant pumpkins and freshly sharpened pencils and crunching leaves and hockey and holidays and sweaters and snow and skating and no more humidity.
She loved fall, winter. Loved everything about them, despite all her grousing over the snow and ice she'd have to contend with on the road, at scenes.
So it surprised her when she first realized she was sad that summer was coming to a close.
It was the first day in months where the temperature dipped below 75. It was a bit overcast, rainy, breezy.
She was ecstatic as she dressed, feeling cool and calm and excited about the day. She arrived at the precinct in high spirits, ready to tackle another Friday and enjoy the weekend.
But then she saw Maura.
Maura, in boots and a sweater, no delicious skin on display.
And she realized she had to get used to that.
No more tantalizing, luscious legs flaunting in front of her eyes. No more curvaceous cleavage peeking out of the top of sundresses.
Maura's skin tone would lose that hint of sun-kissed hue. Her hair would darken ever so slightly.
It struck Jane then, how sad it made her.
No more peep toes, tank tops, short skirts, flushed skin…
She signed resignedly, tapping her pen idly against her desk.
Frost ambled into the bullpen looking as forlorn as she suddenly felt.
"You ok?" Jane asked, brow furrowed in concern.
"Summer is over," he sighed dejectedly. Jane grinned wryly. She knew instantly that they were upset for very similar reasons.
"Yeah," she shrugged. "Until next year."
She tried not to let the melancholy settle around her like the chill nipping at the air outside. She tried to fight it, to remind herself of all the things she loved about Maura.
But she couldn't stop thinking about all the things she loved about Maura when it was hot outside.
All that firm, smooth skin for her eyes to feast on. The luscious flush on Maura's skin. The unbelievably erotic sight of her long, toned legs in shorts. The way she flopped gracelessly onto the couch at the end of a hot day, sliding an ice cube across her ample cleavage…
Man, Jane loved summer.
She was really going to miss it.