Two weeks ago…
After almost plummeting to a painful death at the hands of Dennis Rockmond, something awoke inside of Maura, broke like a tiny bud that had barely begun to open. She'd been in danger before, plenty of times. She saw death every day, but she had never been attracted to murderers; never almost gave the sick, twisted soul of a serial killer everything. It was one thing to pursue and catch the bad guys. It was quite another to be seduced by the grime reaper.
It was Friday night. She and Jane were set for a movie night at Jane's. Maura was getting ready with intention. She told Jane that she wanted to stop at home first to feed bass and change into something more comfortable. How cliché she thought to herself. She took a quick shower, pulling her hair up in a loose twist and lathering her body with her favorite body wash from head to toe and everywhere in-between. She threw on loose fitting yoga pants, one of Jane's old BPD t-shirts with no bra and some lip gloss and a touch of mascara, no panties. She dabbed a little of Jane's favorite perfume behind her ears and on the pulse points of her wrists. Maura still needed a little courage. In her debutant social circles, it was more than easy to find blow. She took a small vile out of her bag. She hadn't dabbled since college. Coke was so popular when she attended BCU and the people at her parent's parties had been born with a silver spoon. She used a traditional straight razor blade, cut two lines and snorted them gently. She looked one last time in the mirror making sure her nose was clean and admiring her look of faked aloofness. Before leaving in a cab, she feed bass, put her movie choice into her purse, and grabbed a bottle of Michter's 20 Years Old Single Barrel Bourbon Whiskey. Jane wouldn't have a clue that bourbon set her back a little over 13-hundred dollars.
Maura arrived at Jane's apartment 20 minutes later. Jane was wearing the usual – sweatpants, an old t-shirt and hoodie. Maura noticed that Jane raised an eyebrow when she greeted her, but Jane didn't comment. Emotions were running high since Maura's run-in with the handsome villain Dennis Rockmond, the demented sculptor. Both had watery eyes and Maura threw her already full arms around Jane and rested her head on Jane's chest. Jane gathered Maura in her arms as best as she could with Maura's purse, coat and bottle in the way. After 20 seconds or so, Jane release Maura, said that the pizza would be there in about 10 minutes and offered Maura a drink. That's when Maura pushed the bottle in Jane's face and said that she grabbed some old bourbon she had lying around. "Jane, I could use something a little stronger then wine after this week. Would you poor me a glass on the rocks?" Jane grabbed two tumblers and filled them with ice. She looked at the bottle. Bourbon, Jane thought. Sounds good. She poured them each a drink and brought them over to the couch where Maura was already seated in the Middle. Jane sat on the end of the couch and handed Maura her drink. "Jane, I want to thank you again for coming for me when I was at Rockmond's studio. I don't want to imagine what would have happened if you, Frost and Korsak hadn't arrived when you did." Jane still felt guilty. She felt she hadn't done enough to protect Maura, but she pushed those feelings aside to focus on making Maura feel better. She would do anything to make Maura feel better.