Six beers in and Jane was feeling a little more than fuzzy. This was her life now work and then the Robber alone most every night. Sometimes she would bring someone home with her screw away the broken feeling left by what she's come to think of as one of the worst nights of her life. The night she lost her best friend, everything has been a a downhill spiral since then. She goes to work does what she needs to do but nothing more.
After the seventh beer she switches to tequila. Tequila makes her weepy so it's probably not the best idea but it also makes her think of Maura and the first night she got the other woman really drunk. It makes her feel warm and maybe not happy but a little less sad for a moment. For just a moment it's like she's right beside her googlemouth firing off about alcohol consumption or something like that.
Jane's head pops up and turns to her right, she's either had much more than she thought she had to drink or Maura really is sitting next to her talking about the effect of alcohol on someone with Jane's percentage of body fat. She wants to cry, Maura's talking to her about something other than a case, her voice isn't as cold as it has been though it still lacks the warmth it once held.
She allows her former best friend to lead her to the car, not really understanding what Maura's doing here. Or why she's doing anything to help Jane out when for the past couple of months she has showed nothing but cold indifference toward the detective. Maura's hands are warm against her lower back as she leads Jane out to her car. On the way to Maura's house neither of them say a word. Jane to drunk to open her mouth without the danger of saying something she'll regret later. Maura because she still feels betrayed and yet she misses her best friend greatly.
Maura's helped her to bed in the guest room before she finally gets the courage up to speak. "Why?" Jane ask quietly. The beginning to so many questions that she has. Why did Maura come to the bar. Why did Maura hate her so much now? Why couldn't she just forgive Jane?
"I don't know." It's the answer to all the questions Jane has because Maura doesn't know why she came for Jane nor why she can't seem to forgive the other woman.
"Stay with me Maura?" She begs and even through her drunken haze she knows how pathetic she sound and she hates it.
Maura does as she's asked though she hesitates for a moment before she lays down next to the detective. Jane reaches over to brush a curl behind Maura's ear. Her fingers tracing the other woman's jaw line tentatively just waiting for Maura to push her hand away when she doesn't Jane gets a little braver scooting closer she presses her lips to Maura's briefly testing the waters once more. Again Maura makes no move to stop her so she kisses her harder running her fingers through Maura's golden tresses. Then she pulls back and runs her fingers across Maura's cheekbone.
"You're so beautiful." She whispers
Maura's eyes close and a small smile appears. "You're drunk."
"Yes." Jane says nodding "Yes I'm drunk and You're beautiful and tomorrow morning I'll be sober but you'll still be beautiful." Without another word Jane closes her eyes and falls into one of the best slumbers she's had in a long time.
In the morning she wakes up with a raging headache and a crystal clear memory of everything she did and said. The spot next to her is empty so she makes her way down the hall and to the kitchen where Maura is leaning against the counter coffee in hand looking as radiant as ever.
"How do you feel?" Maura asks softly.
Jane smirks and hooks a finger in Maura's belt loops pulling her closer. "Like I'm sober and you're still beautiful."