Completely AU! Definitely going to be a new long term story! Please review!

Janes POV
Nothing in this world makes me happier than 24 hour coffee shops. Nothing.
It had been one of the longest weeks I've worked, and this was the moment I was looking forward to all week long. Sitting alone in the back corner booth in my favourite coffee shop, I prayed no one would try and engage in conversation with me. Of course I was not destined to be that lucky.

"Hi." A sickly sweet womans voice sounded from beside me, snapping me out of my own thoughts. I wasn't surprised at her appearance when I looked up at her. Her blonde, curly hair fell just below her shoulders, and she was wearing a light shade of red lipstick. She wore a tight blue dress that gripped to all of her curves and if she hadn't been wearing an apron; there is no way I would have guessed she worked at a coffee shop. "Are you okay?" She asked, a look of genuine concern crossing her face as she took a seat across from me in the small booth; without invitation.

"My coffee is taking a really long time." I pointed out, looking across at her with wide eyes; hoping she'd take the hint and go and get my coffee. Just as I finished my sentence, another woman came and placed the warm mug of coffee in front of me, not saying a word as she turned and walked away. "Can I help you with something?" I asked the petite blonde woman who merely smiled across at me as I spoke to her.

"I'm the one who works here; shouldn't I be asking you that question?" I couldn't help but chuckle as I nodded along to her words. "I'm Maura." She added, extending a hand across the table. I took her soft hand in my own and could only imagine how rigid and rough my hand must have felt to her.

"Jane." I responded as I removed my hand, picking up the mug before me and cradling it between my two hands.

"Do you mind if I ask what you do for a living?" She asked as she removed her apron, sighing quietly as she placed it on the table in front of her, looking back to me expectantly. I hated telling people about my job; I always got the same excited, interested response and after the week I had just had; I did not have the energy. Still, I answered honestly.

"I'm a homicide detective." I told her, instinctively opening my faux leather jacket to reveal my badge to her. She pursed her lips and nodded slowly, her eyes not lingering on my gun or badge the way most peoples did.

"I'm about to finish medical school." She told me, taking me completely by surprise. She must have noticed my wide eyes and surprised expression as she continued. "I'm a little…" She stopped, frowning momentarily before a small smile came back onto her disgustingly beautiful face. "I want to be a medical examiner."

"You should apply at BPD." My words left my mouth before I had even realised what I was saying. "I mean; I hate the M.E we have at the moment." I frowned down into my cup as I took another sip.

"I work here because I'm scared of live people." I was slightly confused as to where this conversation was headed. This seemed like a far too intimate conversation for two strangers in a quiet, cold coffee shop.

"You don't seem scared of me." I noted, looking her in the eye for the first time. That's when I saw it; the fear. The second we made eye contact, she relocated her gaze to the wall behind my head. "You don't need to be scared of me." I re-worded my earlier sentence and tried, without actually doing so, to look away from her eyes. They were the lightest shade of emerald green I had ever seen. Who was this woman?

"I should go." She said, looking back into my eyes with a small smile on her lips as she reached for her apron, and I instinctively reached forward and captured her hand in my own. Her eyes widened slightly as she moved her gaze back up to mine; her eyes silently connecting with mine; neither of us saying a word as my thumb lightly traced a pattern across the back of her hand.

"Stay." I asked, surprising myself. Something told me I needed Maura tonight just as much as she needed me. She nodded slowly as I pulled my hand back into my lap. "I've had a really bad week." I admitted, sighing as I pulled the coffee cup back to my lips. She waited silently, tilting her head to the left as she waited for me to continue. "A man was kidnapping kids and doing things to them that I can't…" I stopped, the images of the countless bodies of little girls filling my head. "It's been a bad week." I repeated, forcing a strained smile as I suddenly found myself wishing we were in a bar; not a respectful little coffee shop.

"But you got him?" She asked, biting down on the inside of her bottom lip as she spoke. I nodded, wishing knowing that the man was in jail was enough to stop the images from flooding my thoughts. "Do you have nightmares?" She whispered, her head tuning down but her eyes keeping contact with mine as she spoke.

"All of the time." I had never admitted that to anyone; ever. It was strange; sitting here feeling a kinship with a total stranger. "I need a beer." I laughed, the conversation turning a little too personal for me. She giggled and nodded, looking down at her watch.

"Want to find a bar?" She asked me, again, taking me completely off guard. "I finished ten minutes ago." She added, making me nod as I thought through my options.

"Do you want to just come back to my apartment? I have beer." I didn't know what I was doing; but I knew it felt right.

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"I don't normally do things like this." Maura told me as she handed me the bottle of wine she had purchased on her way over. She drove her car to work; so I had just given her my address and met her at my home. This was good, because the scattered clothes and blankets I cleaned up would not have made a good impression; though I couldn't tell you why I cared what this woman thought.

"Me either." I told her truthfully as I opened my beer and gestured towards the sofa. She followed me over without any hesitation. For someone who was scared of people; she didn't seem to be scared of me.

"I'm really thinking about applying at BPD." She told me with a small smile as she swirled her wine in the large glass I had given her. Her words sent butterflies all through my stomach.

"At least you'd know someone." I told her, smiling down into my beer as I spoke. The room around us was quiet; too quiet, I noted as I reached for the remote, putting on an old baseball game and turning the volume down so it was just background noise. "When do you graduate?"

"Tomorrow." She responded casually, causing my to swallow my beer down the wrong pipe, coughing loudly into the room. She giggled as she patted my back until I caught my breath again.

"Why are you drinking?" I laughed, reaching for the wine glass in her hand. She rolled her eyes and moved the glass until it was out of my reach.

"I just finished nine years of medical school; I need a drink." She said with a smirk, taking a long, long sip of the red liquid. We sat happily in the quiet and I took the opportunity to really look at her. She had her hair pulled back into a messy bun now; and I noticed her strong cheek bones for the first time. I noticed her round lips and the way her eyes seemed to shine in the dimly lit room. "Are you checking me out?" She joked, making me blush. "I didn't say stop." This time I laughed, covering my face with my free hand, completely embarrassed that I had been caught out.

"You're very beautiful." I admitted, nodding my head as I turned to look at her, her cheeks a light shade of red as she gave me a small, shy smile.

"I think I am definitely applying at BPD." She whispered, reaching her free hand out to rest on top of mine. I bit down on my bottom lip as I moved to place my beer on the coffee table, taking a deep breath before I turned my whole body back toward her, forcing myself to be brave as I leant forward and pressed my lips delicately against hers. I wasn't at all surprised when she, without breaking the kiss, placed her glass on the coffee table and laid backwards until my whole body was on top of hers.