I don't own them. Just having a bit of fun.
This first chapter is all in italics because it is Jane's thoughts/pov. In the rest of the story will be third person, but will have bits of Jane's thoughts which will be in italics. I think being in Jane's head would be fun.

Thank you to a wonderful beta for reading over this even though they are super busy :). Any mistakes here are all mine.

On with the story…


Ch1
Words: 889


'Friday.

Another night staying at Maura's. Another night of fighting my feelings. Another night that I try and pry my hand off her bedroom door handle or finally gather the courage to open the door.

I know she is still up. We just finished our weekly movie night 45 minutes ago. She is most likely reading another "fascinating" medical journal article.

I can see a sliver of gold light under her bedroom door. Looking down, I see the light cast over my toes. I wiggle them and watch their shadows play with each other. They feel a bit cold; I guess, I should put my socks back on. Well the socks Maura got me. They are made of some special fabric that keeps my toes at the perfect temperature; also, there was a lecture she gave about them that was part of the gift. I tease her a bit for getting them for me. She just gives me her "I know you like them, so shut-up" look. That look always brings the most ridiculous smile to my face. Only she worries about my never ending, and almost always losing battle with toe temperature.

A chuckle escapes me.

God, I hope she did not hear me. But, yet, I do that way I will have to confront my feelings once and for all. But, yet, I don't; my courage has not arrived. It's lost like a package in the mail during Christmas or luggage at the airport.

Another chuckle escapes me.

Stop that.

Why am I so dang funny?

Well, I am standing outside her door for what I'm guessing is about 15 minutes, and still I have not gotten the courage to push open the door. The two ice cubes that I put in my water to cool it down have all but vanished. That is the reason I am out of bed and out of the guest room; well, at least that is what I tell myself. In all reality, it is an excuse to see if Maura is still up. If luck was on my side, she would also be thirsty and getting a glass of water, and I would get to see her again. And if the Gods were being super giving, she would be in one of her silk pajama sets; the ones with the short shorts and matching little top.

Well, now the ice has completely vanished in my glass; I'm getting closer to finally pushing the door open. I give the door knob one last squeeze, and one last look at my toes. I feel the courage building, and I'm ready. I take one last breath of encouragement and then the light under her door vanishes.

Darkness is cast upon my toes.

Crap! Ughh!

She must be done with the "fascinating" article and now is sinking into her bed. Alone. All that surrounds her is a cloud soft comforter and a massively empty bed.

I wish I could be surrounding her.

Some days even after I take down a 200 pound perp single handedly, I feel like the world's biggest wuss. Maybe on Monday, I will grab my plaque off my desk and use a penny to scratch off detective and write World's Biggest Wuss with a Sharpie. Cram it on there, since it's a much longer title than detective. Nothing, no one has ever made me feel like that except for a 116.8 pound blonde. She scares the crap out of me, and yet I go to her, look for her, feel incomplete unless she is close by.

Well, for tonight, I feel my chances have vanished. I pull my hand away from the handle and start my long and lonely walk back to the guest room. Alone. To my equally cloud soft comforter and massively empty bed.

I think about next week's movie night, and how I will have another chance to find my courage before the light goes out.

Over the last few weeks my courage comes quicker.

The first time I even thought about my feelings for Maura, I scared myself half to death.

The first week I even thought about going into her room and telling her how I feel, I could not even look at her door.

Now, I'm just a couple of seconds too late.

Now, back in the guest room, I place my glass of water on the night stand on a coaster of course. Maura would kill me if I did not use a coaster. That would be a shame, her killing me before I had a chance to tell her how I feel.

I wipe my hands on my sweat pants and crawl in between the softest sheets a guest bed has ever known. I wonder if she gets these awesome sheets for me or if she has always used such nice sheets in a guest room.

I settle down.

Next week will be the week I make my move. With that thought and a crooked smile fixed on my lips, my eyes close and I get pulled into a content slumber.

My last thoughts are the next movie night could change everything. The next glass of water could end up on my night stand by Maura's bed, instead of here on the night stand in the guest bedroom by the guest bed.'

TBC...


Ok, so, I have a couple of chapters written out. So I can still put in any ideas you guys have in future chapters. Let me know thanks. I am not sure how long this is going to be. Just depends on how many ideas I have/get.

Any mistakes you wish to point out, I can try and fix them. Thanks.