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Quite a few thoughts went through Jane's mind in the last few seconds after asking Maura how she can help "inspire" her writing. The truth was that Jane was a little dizzy. There was something hot about Maura writing a romance about them, and then there was also something very frightening. Jane wasn't too confident in herself about this whole situation. She had become an expert at avoiding her feelings, but this seemed like a disaster waiting to happen.

The truth is, Jane may be the detective, but she knew that there were certain things that Maura was very perceptive about. Jane worried she would be completely transparent if this went on too long. She would be mortified if Maura figured everything out. She was certain beyond everything that her feelings were not reciprocated.

Jane was so caught up in her thoughts, that she almost missed Maura's request.

"Well, as I said, I want this to be believable. I wonder if you can help me come up with scenarios of how the whole relationship gets started. I think I can figure out the mechanics of how we might engage in carnal lesbian pleasure, " Maura asked bluntly.

Jane's mouth was gaped open for a full five seconds before she realized she was about to drool. She could feel her ears burning and she knew she was blushing. Jane being Jane, she knew just how to recover in the best Jane way, "Eww, Maura, God, do you have to describe things so graphically? Geesh."

Maura shook her head. She will never understand her friend's aversion to talking about sex in any real way. Yes, Jane will joke around, but she can be a little bit of a prude. Maura writes it off as being part of Jane's Catholic upbringing. She is sometimes surprised that Jane managed to be a convincing prostitute.

"Oh Jane. I was hardly graphic. Although I can be, if you want me to." Maura teased while adding a little wink.

Nothing is more fun than messing with Jane. Jane with her red ears and bulging eyes whenever Maura says something titillating. Maura felt guilty for it, but she loved seeing a squirming Jane. Until this moment, she had done a pretty good job of keeping her feelings for Jane away from this conversation, but seeing Jane all uncomfortable was simply adorable.

Maura knew she had to tread lightly here. One false move and she could send Jane running for the hills. Her freak out just a few minutes prior when she found out what the editor wanted was proof of this. Jane was straight, which may have been a damn shame, but it was still the truth. Out of all the lesbians Maura knew at the Boston Police Department, Maura had to fall for the straight person.

"What is it Maura?" Jane asked

"Excuse me?" Maura said, realizing she had spaced off.

"You were shaking your head. What were you thinking about?" Jane said.

"Oh, nothing. Look, I know you are very uncomfortable with this. I am aware that the whole idea of us together is ….truly unappealing to you, but it would really help me out. Still, I offered you a pass and I mean it." Maura conceded.

Jane felt guilty. She didn't want Maura to know that she had feelings for her, but she also didn't want Maura to think that she was grossed out at the idea of having feelings for her.

"Maura, the idea is not 'truly unappealing' to me. I am just a little surprised and shocked by what you are being asked to do, but I will help you. I just have no idea how I can be of help," Jane said honestly.

Jane was certainly afraid of her little secret getting out and hurting Maura in the process, but she was also aware that how she was acting now was hurting Maura, so she had to get it together.

"Thank you, Jane. Don't worry, I am not going to ask you anything too personal. I just want to pick your brain and get some ideas on how a romantic relationship between us might start. Is that okay?" Maura asked.

Maura had imagined how their relationship would start a thousand times, but she thought that getting Jane's ideas may somehow make her writing better.

"Fire away," Jane said, hoping she wouldn't regret it.

"Okay, when you imagine us starting a romantic relationship, who do you think would make the first move?" Maura asked curiously.

Jane's mind froze. In that moment, she was certain she had died and was sent to hell. If Maura knew how many times she had wondered this very same thing, she would be knocked for six. Jane was not sure how he could do this. How could she answer questions about a relationship in a pretend way when she had been thinking about these things for years? She was almost certain that Maura would know that these were not just things Jane made up on the fly, but they were really her thoughts, really her desires.

She decided the safest way was to make fun of the question, which is how she handled a lot of things when they got too close to her. "I guess it depends Maura, if I'm 'the guy' then I suppose it would be me." Jane laughed, even though she didn't even find herself funny.

Maura couldn't help but look disappointed, even though she didn't want to. After all, what could she expect from Jane? To her, the whole situation was one big make-believe joke. It had no bearing on their real lives, and Jane couldn't even imagine a scenario of them falling in love. Realizing that her reaction was probably noticeable to Jane, Maura put on her game face, sat up straight and rebounded.

"Alright. So, in your mind we would have a stereotypical same-sex relationship where I would be the traditional feminine party and you would be the more dominant, masculine-presenting one. Is that correct?" Maura asked seriously, scribbling some notes and not even looking up at Jane.

Jane's heart squeezed. All she could think was, No, no, Maura, I don't think that way at all, but she couldn't say it. She felt ill at Maura's matter-of-fact tone when it came to the idea of them being in a relationship. This whole situation was just a project for Maura. Jane already knew that, but she needed to accept it. At the same time, she really wanted to give Maura good ideas for her book. It was important to her, and therefore it was important to Jane.

Leveling with Maura and in a quiet voice, Jane became real. If she couldn't really have Maura, at least she could use these damn feelings for the good, right? "Actually, Maura, that is not what I really think. What I think is that you and I wouldn't have any roles accept to be Maura and Jane. That is how it has always been. If we were to fall in love, it would have to be that way. And that's pure non-fiction right there," she concluded. Her body flooded with anxiety. Certainly she just gave herself away.

On the other side of the table, Maura was doing everything she could not to let her eyes fill up with tears. She had dreamed, and fantasized, and thought, and nearly prayed for Jane to say anything remotely close to what she just said. Maura had no idea how to reply without it sounding like the love-sick fool that she was.

Maybe I shouldn't have asked Jane for this favor.