Maura was brought out of her sleep by a noise she was not used to hearing. She took a moment to glance around trying to get a bearing on where exactly she was. Once her eyes adjusted and she took in her surroundings she knew she was in Jane's bedroom. Then their movie night came back to her.
They had decided to come back to the detective's place after work to have a relaxing evening. They ended up watching some shoot them up movie though the doctor would have preferred something a little more realistic and educational. But if it meant she could spend time with her best friend, she would only watch those action flicks.
She remembered how they ate way too much Chinese food and drank too much wine. She remembered how they laughed and spent most of the movie talking about anything and everything. She remembered the innocent yet unnecessary touches between the two of them. How those touches always seem to keep her grounded.
She took in the smell of Jane's room and how it smelled like home. Maura then tuned her ears back to what woke her up in the first place. She could have sworn it was music but thought maybe her ears deceived her due to her lack of sleep. The doctor stood from the bed and quietly started to leave the room. After opening the door to the bedroom she was sure she was hearing the piano and a soft, alto voice ringing out.
Maura did her best to stay unnoticed as she approached the melody in the living room. She knew if the detective saw her the sounds would stop. The honey blonde gently stuck her head around the corner of the hallway in order to get a better view and listen.
There Jane sat in her boy shorts and tank top with her hands on the keys. Her voice was more beautiful than Maura ever thought it could be. The doctor knew she used to play but thought that all stopped after Hoyt.
Turn down the lights, turn down the bed
Turn down these voices inside my head
Lay down with me, tell me no lies
Just hold me close, don't patronize me…
Maura stood there completely in awe of the sight in front of her. She listened as Jane's voice continued to the chorus.
Cause I can't make you love me if you don't
You can't make your heart feel something it won't
Here in the dark, in these final hours
I will lay down my heart and I will feel the power
But you won't, no you won't
Cause I can't make you love me if you don't
Maura noticed how Jane's voice almost sounded broken by the time she reached the end of the chorus. She was singing like she literally experienced the very thing she was singing about. It hurt the doctor to see her so vulnerable and small in that moment. It hurt her because she knew she could provide love to her best friend.
"Jane…"
The detective turned quickly and jumped at the sight of the doctor in front of her. She reddened slightly and averted her eyes. She hoped her friend would not be able to tell who or what she was singing about.
"Geeze, Maura. How long have you been standing there?"
"Just a minute," she started. "That was beautiful, Jane. You should sing more often."
"No. I only do it when I can't sleep sometimes." Jane looked up at the sleepy doctor. "Let's go back to bed." Jane stood and guided the smaller woman back to her bedroom by softly placing her hand on her elbow.
They finally crawled back into their respective sides of the bed and settled in for the rest of the night. The silence between them was almost deafening.
"That really was beautiful, Jane." Maura said laying on her back and looking up at the ceiling. "You sang it with such emotion, like you have experienced that."
"It's a good song," Jane replied.
"Who were you singing about?" The doctor asked while yawning.
Jane noticed how tired she was. She gave her a pat on her arm, "No one, Maur," she lied and turned onto her side with her back towards the doctor.
"You know you can talk to me, Jane." Maura said softly.
"I know," the detective smiled slightly. "Good night."
"Night, Jane."