Jane and Maura stood in the detective's empty apartment, both just looking around. The room was full of empty party plates and cups, beer cans, and wrapping paper. Maura began to gather up all of the cups, plates and cans.

"Maura, don't do that."

"Why? You wouldn't leave it like this and just go to bed, would you?"

Jane sighed and rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but smirk at Maura's consistency. Despite the fact that they had both almost been murdered, just hours before, Maura still retained her pragmatic manner.

"Yes Maura, I am just leaving it, and so are you. We both were almost killed today. I think we both need some rest."

"Well, I suppose you're right in that respect. I am exhausted. I guess I'll be going home."

Jane grabbed Maura's arm as she started to head for the door.

"Maura, you're not leaving."

"Why, Jane? You killed Hoyt. He's not coming back."

The M.E. rubbed Jane's arm softly, concerned that Jane might still be in shock.

"I know we're safe from Hoyt. I just…I thought…"

"What? Oh, you…need a sleep coach?" She asked, a smile forming on her face.

"You're a natural comedian." Jane said, rolling her eyes and suppressing a smirk. "No Maura, I just thought that…"

Jane hesitated and scolded herself internally. She was being a wimp, and she was also making Maura wait for her response, which made it seem suspicious. The detective exhaled and ran a hand through her hair.

"I just wanted you to stay with me tonight. I know Hoyt's dead, I killed him. But seeing you like that…Seeing what he almost…"

Jane's breath caught in her throat and she looked down at the floor as she realized she was about to cry. Maura stepped closer to Jane and placed a hand on her arm.

"Oh Jane, are you crying?" She asked, her voice full of sympathy. "I'll stay."

The detective backed away from Maura and quickly wiped her eyes, huffing out a breath.

"I'm not crying Maura, okay? Geez. I just-"

"It's been a long day. I know, Jane. Let's go to bed."

"Here, you can wear this." Jane said, tossing one of her old t-shirts and a pair of baggy shorts to Maura.

"Actually…I could just go home and grab some of my-"

"Really? Maura, you're not going to be in a fashion show. It's just pajamas."

The M.E. held her tongue and decided not to have the argument with Jane, that a T-shirt and large shorts were hardly acceptable sleepwear. After Maura put on the clothes, she realized that not having the argument was a good idea. These "pajamas" were extraordinarily comfortable. The M.E. stepped out of the bathroom and saw Jane sitting on her bed in a similar pair of shorts and a fitted tank top.

"How come you get the tank top and I have the baggy T-shirt?" Maura asked, pouting slightly.

The detective smiled and crossed her arms, leaning back against her headboard. "Maura, your uh…" Jane said, gesturing towards the M.E.'s chest, "wouldn't exactly fit comfortably in my tank tops."

Maura blushed and looked down at her feet.

"Oh, you're right."

Jane chuckled and patted the bed beside her.

"Come on, come lay down. We've had a hell of a day."

Maura slid onto the bed next to her and lay down on her back, closing her eyes and exhaling deeply. Jane looked over at her and winced as she saw the fresh cut mark on the M.E.'s neck. Before she could think it over, she reached out and touched the area near it. Maura jerked slightly, mainly because of surprise contact.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?" Jane asked, immediately regretting her action.

"No, it's okay. You just scared me."

Jane slid down onto her side and propped herself up on her elbow, facing Maura. Again she reached out and brushed a fingertip lightly against the skin near the wound.

"I'm so sorry, Maura." She said, her voice barely a whisper. The detective blinked a few times to get rid of the tears that were forming in her eyes.

"Why are you apologizing? You were incredible. You saved me."

"I know, but it's my damn fault that you got hurt in the first place. I should have never let you come with me, I should have never let you near the bastard."

"Jane, it is not your fault. I wanted to go, and I don't regret my choice. I knew I could count on you to protect me if the situation arose."

Jane smiled softly and rolled onto her back. She couldn't help the warm feeling in her stomach. It felt good to know that Maura relied on her for protection. She wasn't sure why it felt so good, but it definitely did.

"Hey, look at the bright side." Jane said, smiling.

"What?"

"Now we've got matching scars."

Maura laughed and swatted Jane's arm.

"That's the bright side?"

"Yeah, why not? We didn't get killed, right?"

Maura nodded. "I suppose you do have a point."

"Exactly. Now let's get some sleep. I'm beat." The detective said, leaning over Maura and switching off the lamp. "Night, Maur."

"Goodnight, Jane." The M.E. said softly, closing her eyes and feeling fatigue quickly take over.