A/N Okay, so I rewrote the story, guys. I'm sorry for the sudden change but I think this one is better and more on point. Please review and enjoy!

When I was young, I always had a knack for finding all the exits in the room. I can imagine my eyes darting cordially around landing gently on the green lights of exits signs and greeting them with a smile. Maybe the people I was with thought I was smiling at them when really I was smiling at the thought that I could easily get away from them at the slightest malfunction. Making friends seemed so easy for the other girls at school. They all seemed so close and tight-knit.

Meeting Jane was like taking a hit in the diaphragm by jet powered propulsion. And I mean that in the best way. My jaw would hurt from smiling and my breath would be short and heavy. I've got it under control now, I mean I know better. I can love her with all my heart and sure, she will love me all the same, but I will never get to hold her the way I wish that I could.

Meeting Jane? Yeah, it was a whirlwind, but everyday with her? That's an eternal hurricane.

Maura clicked her way over to Jane's desk and plopped a file down on her desk.

"Hey." Jane smiled up at her friend. The doctor frowned and nudged some paper over to make a little seat on the desk for herself.

"Hello, Jane. Would like to go to lunch? I am quite hungry and I need to get out of the office. Besides, there's a little french a few blocks away I think we could both enjoy?" Maura asked in a soft voice, hoping that Jane would respond in agreement.

"As long as you don't try to feed me snails, we can always go to your little french restaurant." She smiled and gathered up her things. Maura let out a little sigh of a laugh and followed Jane out.

"Oh! And i'm driving." Jane added as she held the door out for Maura. The M.E. gave a small curtsy and led the way to Jane's car.

The restaurant was small and cozy, a quiet place to have lunch, just what Maura had wanted. They were seated at a little table for two. As Maura gazed out the window longing for Paris, Jane ordered herself a beer and a red wine for her Queen of the Dead.

"Hey Maur, are you okay? You seem a bit...distant." Jane inquired, hoping she was just misreading her. Maura lolled her head over towards Jane, leaning her weight on her hands. She smiled softly and reached a hand out towards Jane's.

"Jane, I've missed you." The detective glanced around quizzically, as if the salt and pepper, the activity in the kitchen, the bustling around the room, as if any of that could give her an explanation to whatever she was questioning.

"What do you mean...I see you everyday." She laughed. Maura frowned and then quickly replaced her smile.

"You're right, Jane. I don't really know what I, uh, meant by that..." The tow grew quite until the heaping bowls of pasta they had ordered were delivered. They ate in silence. Both mulling over what Maura had said, what it meant, and why she was acting so strangely. Suddenly, Maura blurted out, "Jane, I need to tell you something!". Jane paused in the middle of her last bite and furrowed her brow.

"Okay...What is it Maur..." She questioned. Maura rubbed her neck that was growing increasingly red and splotchy, debating what or how much she was going to tell her friend.

"I'm seeing someone..."

"That's great, Maura. Uh, uhmm, I'm happy for you. Tell me about him." Maura glanced around nervously, spinning her fork in her nearly untouched bowl of noodles.

"I think I need to go for a walk." She replied in a short, breathy voice. She awkwardly stubbled out of the booth and towards the door.

"Maura?! Wait! I'll drive you!" Jane said impatiently waiving over the waiter.

"No, no. Don't be ridiculous. I need the fresh air." Maura shoved out the door and on to the street, leaving Jane with the check and a bowl full of pasta. Jane plopped don't in her chair thoroughly confused and out of sorts.

"What the hell." She mumbled, handing the waiter the bill and taking the box for Maura's lunch.