Jane had been out of the office all day with Frost and I had a mountain of paper work to get through. I figured the only time I could get through it was when she was not there. When she was not there for me to be distracted by, for me to saunter upstairs and make some implausible excuse to be there with her, sitting on her desk. Some implausible reason to tag along with her, just to be there, be with her.

No, doing that had landed me uncharacteristically behind on my paperwork, and her being nowhere in sight was opportunity to get it finished. If only I could get my mind off her.

I took in a few slow, deep breaths, gaining my composure and settled my shoulders. I corrected my posture and continued with my work for a while. That was until my mind drifted back to Jane. She never did mind me making up excuses to tag along with her. She had in fact started to suggest a need for my help when I was clearly not needed. I knew it was her that needed me. Jane being Jane could not admit to that. She had other ways of showing me. I let out a long shaky breath, anything to regain some form of composure again as I felt myself getting light headed.

It had only been one day apart, I tried to tell myself to try and regain focus on my work. Just one day and I was missing her puppy eyes. I was missing her wild hair. Oh my, that wild hair that looked delicious with my hands in it as she-No! I have to concentrate, get the work done, and I found my phone in my hand, I had subconsciously picked it up.

I checked my phone, shook my head, running my fingers through my hair, twirling a lock. I needed her. I had missed her so much and we had not had a chance to make love again since that night we had almost died, that night we had eventually forgave one another and I am twirling my hair, classic sign of sexual frustration.

No message off her since the one a half hour before we were to meet for lunch and she'd text saying she could not make it.

Angela had kept me company over lunch, which I had cut down to a mere half hour, hoping to get more work done.

We had gone more than one day recently without talking, without seeing each other but since we had made up, since I had forgiven her and I had apologized, since we had... My mind drifted back to our reconnecting. Back to her head between my thighs, back to her fingers deep inside me and I dropped my pen. Startled. My phone rang in my hand. Jane. My heart, I fear, literally skipped a beat, my mouth instantly dry.

"Hello-"

"Hey Maur, running late with traffic, I'll come pick you up from the Office."

"I did not know you-"

"Yeah I am, we umm..." Her voice got quiet. "We aint really spent time together since..."

"Since we had made up sex." I spoke matter of factly.

"It's not made its make up s-Maura!" She caught herself, then I heard her laugh, that low sexy laugh. "Yeah since that..."

"Is Frost there?"

"Yeah..."

"Oh okay, Now I understand why you cannot say that we fucked recently." I knew my use of profanity would surprise her. I smiled when it caught her off guard.

"Maura!" I heard Frost stifling laughter in the background. I stifled my own laughter.

"Sorry I just do not think that he or anybody else we know would not be happy for us."

"Mauraaa... I can't talk about... that... now... ever."

"Ever?"

"Okay, not ever just not... I'll be by soon to pick you up. See ya Maur."

"Goodbye Jane."

We both hung up, and I placed the phone in front of me, leaving my hand resting on it as I thought about how she did not want us to be a couple. No that was not correct, we were a couple, we did couple type things but she did not want our friends, family to know about us as a romantic type couple. I did not want to push her.

My mind drifted again missing Jane's smile, and sarcastic comments. I smiled thankful to be on more than speaking terms with her again, thankful to be at peace with her and her actions, but I still felt on shaky ground. I figured that was why I did not want to push the whole couple thing. But I could not go on sneaking around like we had been before the shooting, and like it looked like we were going to be again.

I turned my chair around to face the wall, and rested back, sinking into it, stretching. I closed my eyes and pictured her there with me, pictured her kneeling on the floor, and spreading open my legs, her head in my lap. No. Her arms resting on me, hands in my hair as we would kiss. She'd stroke my face and dip her hand into the opening of my shirt. No. She would stroke me over my trousers, unzip them, and place her hand inside, over my panties, under my-

My eyes shot open as I heard... as I heard Jane clearing her throat.

My hands were where I had been imagining Jane's to be. I zipped up my trousers, the sound incredibly loud in my ears in the silent room.

"Really Maur? I said I'd be here to pick you up, ya couldn't wait?" I turned in my chair, and picked up the pen, pretending to do work.

"Oh hi Jane I was just finishing off-"

"Yourself?" A smile pulled at the sides of her mouth, her eyebrows raised.

"Paperwork, I was just finishing off paperwork."

"Sure." Her eyes lit up, and she nodded, so sarcastically.