The light let through the slither of an opening in the heavy curtains that covered the large glass windows that gave a view out to the Boston harbour, if they had been open then the view would have been that of the sun reflecting on the water and the wet surfaces created by the storm the previous night. The brightness would be blinding in the immediate time after waking up and not having your eyes adjusted to the bright sunshine of the day.

Maura lay in bed on her side, her legs slightly curled up and her arm under her head. Beside her was the man from the previous day, his body lay front down with his back showing and the rest of his body covered by the expensive, Egyptian cotton sheets that Maura liked so much.

The sound of Bass in the kitchen, the soft sound of the waters outside through the open window and the sound of the two breathing were all that could be heard. Maura sighed as she lay there, and glancing up at her bedside table there it was. There the photo sat beside her bed, the copy that Angela had given her. The photo that put a smile on her face each and every morning. Each and every time she saw it.

A tear ran down her face, I love you Jane, her mind said softly to itself for the 1000th time, she tugged her bottom lip slightly into her mouth with her teeth and closed her eyes, If only you could love me like I love you she thought to herself. The image of Jane was the sole image in her mind.

Jane. Her Jane. She sighed wishing that Jane would be only hers... not Casey's or any other idiots, she was laying in bed with one idiot herself for one reason. She was trying to pretend that she wasn't hurting inside and that she didn't love a woman who wouldn't love her back. She was wrong. She was wrong about Jane not loving her too. She was wrong that it would cover the hurt. It didn't.

Sitting up, she ran her hand through her long hair and sighed.

The man beside her awoke and reaching out attempted to tug the medical examiner down to the bed but she wriggled out of his reach, "I have to get to work", she said simply and without emotion, "Let yourself out" she said softly as she got up to get dressed.

He groaned and got up to get dressed, he knew when he was being brushed off by a woman. He knew not to stay where he wasn't wanted. He glanced at the photo on the bedside of the two women and shook his head, even he knew the truth.

He was gone by the time she got back from the shower, and was dressed in her usual designer clothing. Checking her hair, her hand went to the necklace that was hung around her neck. It had been a gift from Jane, a simple yet beautiful heart with a small diamond in the corner. It had been a gift for her for her birthday almost two weeks previously and she couldn't help touching it when she thought about Jane. She didn't even realise she had been doing it and nobody had been confident enough (or stupid enough) to bring it to attention.

As she got into her car, her mind was heavily focused on the beautiful dark haired detective and sighed wishing it had been her she woke next to that morning, and would wake up to every morning. Her hand went to the pendant again before she began to drive to the precinct.

Stepping into the cafe she glanced around trying to find Jane, instead spotting Angela she shot the older woman a smile, "Good Morning Angela" she said politely

Angela greeted her with a huge smile, a hug and a good morning in return.

"Is Jane not in yet?", Maura asked gently

Angela shook her head, "Not yet" she said with a smile, "Want me to send her down to you when she does?"

Without thinking Maura nodded, "Please" she said softly as she took the cup of coffee being offered to her. Internally she slapped herself as she left, wondering why she had said yes.

Flashing in her mind ...

Jane pressing her body against the desk, her lips on hers, her hands ...

Shaking it off she decided that splashing herself with cold water would have to do the trick and before Jane arrived to work. Hitting the button to go down a little harder than was actually needed she took a huge gulp of her hot drink before spluttering a little from the heat hitting her throat.