After Hoyt had been caught and finally put away for his crimes, Maura Isles finally had a chance to sit down with Jane Rizzoli and speak to her about what really had happened the past couple of days. And one thing truly appalled her more than the rest.
How did that man have the proverbial guts to speak up and ask such a think of Jane. How dare he ask her if she ever dreamed of him? She never blamed Jane for lying about him at first and she wished that she had just left it at that. Just a lie.
She wasn't sure if the lie was to make her feel better or if it were to make Jane herself feel better. Maura knew all too well how much she really did dream of that man.
Maura lay beside Jane many a night, holding her close while Jane wept in her sleep. Maura would only pull her closer and whisper in her ear, "Jane, it will be OK. It's me, Maura, he can't get you anymore".
Jane would toss and turn eventually waking herself up to smile at Maura. "Bad dream." She'd say. That was it. She never elaborated, and Maura did not need her to. She did not want her to. She hated to think about how he tortured her. Her lovely Jane.
Jane would roll over, turning away from Maura and she'd pull her close again, enjoying the scent of lavender. Jane's favorite scent, which was quickly becoming a favorite of Maura's. Whenever Jane drifted off to sleep, Maura would plant a kiss or two upon her neck.
If Jane knew about this, she never spoke of it when they woke the next day. Jane would only smile at Maura and thank her for being such a great friend when she needed her most. She never knew what to say, so she just smiled back at her and they would each part ways. Jane on her way to be a detective, Maura to examine the dead and both knew they would each be there for each other. Sometimes she wished the two were closer than friends. She was sure Jane felt the connection, the chemistry between them. Jane would return Maura's nightly cuddles, and when Jane thought she were asleep, she would often stroke her hair, or pull her in for the tightest hug she had ever experienced before in her life.
And yet, the two are reduced to pretending it was nothing more than friendship. Two women who were there for support for each other. Just support and nothing more. At least Jane had someone she trusted for trying times.
Yes, that is what friends are for.