Author's Note: I own nothing. It's a sad fact indeed, but it's true.
So instead I'll write fanfic. To please all of you. And myself :D
Written for Headslapdiva
Pairing: Jane/Gabriel
Setting: Just after 1x08
Jane stared at her ceiling, a thought here and there moving across her mind. The ceiling was dimly lit from the lights from the street. The occasional car passing by. Yes, she thought, This is going to be another sleepless night. They often were when she was on call on weekends. Perhaps due to her being so damaged by the past, or perhaps due to the lasting thoughts of 'my pager could go off at any given moment…'. She couldn't be entirely sure which it was. Sometimes it was the paranoia. The thing that made her constantly on the ready to grab her weapon from her nightstand, the thing that made her lock both deadbolts, the button lock, and the chain lock on her apartment door. The constant thoughts of 'it could happen at any time. He could have another one. It was this thought though, that drove her to insanity:
Why does everything always come down to him?
Answer? Because he damaged you, Jane. Hoyt damaged you deep.
She let out an angered sigh, shifting her weight ever so slightly and listening to the distant sounds of late night traffic and construction barely blocks away. Occasionally, when the wind blew the right way, a cold mid-October draft would come through her window and she would see her breath, but never once did she feel chilled by it. More so comforted by the scent of the autumn weather and the thought that it would soon fade to winter. There were few things one could count on. Capitals at the beginning of sentences, taxes, every season being in order, and death. She pulled her mind back to herself momentarily, focusing on every single thing in her apartment. First the living things: Her dog, her turtle- no, tortoise- herself and the steady breathing heap of warm life next to her. She blinked a few times, starting thoughtlessly at the ceiling, and watching the light move across the darkness as a car passed.
Suddenly, her thoughts were disrupted- not rudely, just suddenly. "Jane, you're not sleeping." Came an effortless, slightly frustrated grunt.
"Oh, and you are?" She murmured quietly, turning her head slightly to mock glare at the man next to her. "Maybe you should spend a little less time focusing on me, and a little more time focusing on your own sleeping habits, Gabriel." She said smoothly, leaving little room for an argument.
"Can't sleep when you keep moving. And sighing. And thinking so much I can practically hear it." Came the simple and just as solid reply from Gabriel Dean.
"Hey, you were the one who showed up at my door before realizing you had no where to stay. So, don't complain about my sleeping habits." She grunted, continuing to watch him through narrowed eyes. "You never complained about my sleeping habits before."
"I could have stayed in a hotel. You convinced me to stay. And there's a difference between sleeping with someone and going to bed with someone. Your sleeping habits are something worth complaining about." This brought a scowl to Jane's face.
"You're just lucky I'm attracted to you." She growled, rolling over to stare at the wall.
How easily she was annoyed simply amused him. He shifted slightly and moved to close the small distance between the two of them, and let out a tired breath, clearly trying to use little effort after having been woken by her restlessness. "Oh you think so, Jane." He murmured, slipping one arm around her and pulling her back against him.
"I could have just let you stay in a dirty hotel and not let you in." She protested, although she made no effort and showed no sign of wanting to pull away from him.
"But if you hadn't let me in… Everything that happened earlier wouldn't have happened." He pointed out, pressing a warm kiss to her shoulder.
She let out a slow breath, letting her eyes fall closed as she relaxed against him. "You're a bastard." She grunted. Although he did have a point… If she hadn't let him stay, she would have only wondered what could have happened. Now she knew what would happen, it had happened, and she was sure she didn't really want him to leave. She was treading dangerous territory with this man, and she knew it.
Her heart rate picked up slightly as she recalled the last few hours.