A/N: okay, it's been a while since the first chapter, but to be completely honest, I never expected to actually continue the story. I had little faith in this and decided that if I got 5 followers, I would continue. I never thought I actually would gain that. So with having more then 600 readers the first 48 hours, made me decide to keep going, so the time since the last chapter has been spent planning the plot a lot better and writing a few chapters here and there. From here on updates shouldn't come this far between, though.

Hope you all enjoy these next few words I brought you. I promise future capers will be longer :)

-B

It was early morning, around 7 AM, when Jane began to stir.

As she was stretching out she felt something under her feet. Something that hadn't been there when she fell asleep the night before.

Opening her eyes, she was met with the sight of Dr. Maura Isles asleep with her head resting on the back of the couch and a book in her lap.

Jane laid still for a few moments, taking in the honey blonde beauty sleeping with her feet on her lap.

When Jane moved her feet to put them on the floor, Maura moved as well, but not waking up, clearly seeking a better position to sleep in.

The book in her lap fell to the floor and Jane picked it up, looking at it she saw that it was her favorite. Worn to the point where it barely hung to get here any more. With a slight smile she put it back on the table, pondering what would bring the doctor to read 'Wuthering Heights'. She had never been able to picture Maura reading anything that wasn't scientific, even though her book shelf at home was equally full with old classics, as it was filled with science related reading material.

In her sleep, Maura tucked her feet under herself and now resting her head on the armrest, clearly more comfortable like this. Jane brought out a blanket that was resting on the back of the couch and wrapped it around Maura who seemed to need the rest. She looked exhausted.

Jane headed into the bathroom to get herself ready for the day. When she saw herself in the mirror she saw how worn out and tired she looked. That was the moment everything came back to her. She remembered why she had fallen asleep on the couch. She remembered why there was bottles and empty take out boxes everywhere. She remembered Frost.

For a moment there she had forgotten everything. For a moment everything was back to normal. For a moment she had been her old self again.

"Fuck, she whispered to her reflection in the mirror, leaning on the sink with both hands.

"FUCK", She yelled. For getting about Maura asleep on the couch, before she pulled back her fist and slammed it through the mirror, through the cabinet on the other side and finally through the wall behind everything.

The yell and the loud bang woke Maura up from her slumber, she sat bolt upright, her heart slamming against her chest. For a second she was confused, wondering where she was and what was going on.

When she realised she was on Janes couch, she smiled for half a moment before she remembered the loud noise and ran to the bathroom where the noise came from.

When she walked through the door she couldn't see anyone at first, nor anything that could have cause the noise. As she was about to leave the room to look for the detective elsewhere, she noticed a shadow curled together under the sink.

Maura sat down on her knees only to find Jane clutching her left hand with a bloody towel, cursing under her breath.

"Jane? What happened?", she asked, careful not to startle the detective that had yet to see her.

Jane glared at Maura, not sure if she wanted her there or not. She opted on doing what she did best when shit was though, push her away.

"Nothing. I'm fine. You can leave now."

Maura was used to Jane acting like this, she knew perfectly well that Jane just tried to push her away in order to be left alone sulking.

Maura on the other hand, wasn't going to let her do this again. Not after everything that had happened. She already had three days alone to sulk and mourn the loss of her partner. The doctor was not about to let her push her away. She needed Jane as much as Jane needed her.