A/N: I am VERY sorry it took me so long to write the next chapter. This is why I try to stick to one-shots… my time doesn't allow me to write as often as I would like. For anyone still interested in following this… THANK YOU. I hope you enjoy.

Jane had no idea what to do. A ball of emotions swirled inside of her. Excitement. Relief. And even some anger, because she wondered how long Maura knew that they were in love and didn't bother to tell her. Was it because she, too, was afraid that she could be wrong? That perhaps Jane wasn't in love with her? The real frightening thought was that maybe Maura didn't tell Jane because it really didn't matter if they were in love. Perhaps Maura had no interest in pursuing a relationship with Jane, so why tell her?

Either way, Jane knew she had to do something. She had to say something. At this point she was tired. Tired of hiding her feelings, tired of the wishful thinking… she just wanted to know.

The one thing that she wasn't sure about was what to do next. She couldn't exactly rush into the morgue, throw Maura up on a slab and go at it. Jane shivered. What the hell kind of thought was that?

Ultimately, she decided she needed a plan that consisted of something between doing nothing and her morgue fantasy.

At the same time across town, Maura sat at her desk staring at a blank computer screen. Her mind filled with thoughts about what happened just a few hours before. The whole situation was actually quite terrifying, but all she could conjure up in her mind was the look on Jane's face as they stared at each other.

Maura had taken a big gamble. She knew, and knows, that she will have to explain this to Jane and that she can't lie about it. Curse the vasovagal response!

A part of her felt guilty. She didn't tell Jane what she was doing with the machine in the building, and she left and still didn't tell her. What was she going to say? "Sorry, Jane. I gambled on my theory that we are in love with each other and I was correct. Thank goodness, right?!" Somehow, she didn't think that was going to satisfy Jane.

Jane. What if she totally denies it? Worse yet, what if she hates Maura for forcing a secret into the open? A brief thought crossed her mind that they would rush into each other's arms and share a searing kiss, but that thought seemed to disintegrate among the other, less exciting scenarios.

No, Jane was going to be pissed. Oh well, Maura was used to it.

As the hours ticked by, Maura began to become even more concerned. She knew that Jane would have been finished at the crime scene. She was certain that Jane understood what Chang had told her. Cursed Chang, Maura loved her but she would be really upset with her if she ruined things with her and Jane. She didn't want their friendship to suffer …. at all.

Indeed, it was the preservation of her friendship with Jane that was the main reason she didn't say something about their love before. Maura had had many lovers, but not many friends. Life with Jane was already grand, so why be an emotional glutton? Besides, how could the reality possibly compare to the million fantasies and adventures Maura had in her mind? She decided it was better not to find out.

But now Jane knew. The cat was out of the knapsack! Or was it a bag? Maura couldn't remember. Why would anyone put a cat in a bag anyway? It would certainly be a cruel thing to do and….

Maura shook her head. Sometimes her mind's ability to wander even amazed her.

"Maura." Kent stood in the doorway. On most days Maura was fine with Kent, but not when she was in the middle of…..whatever she was doing.

"Yes." Maura replied though clearly distracted.

"Jane called."

This got Maura's attention.

"She would like you to meet her in Interrogation Room One. Said she could use your assistance with a witness. Wouldn't give me any more information." Kent shrugged his shoulders and left.

"Well, that explains Jane's silence," Maura said out loud to nobody. "She is working, while me not so much.

She didn't want to delay and immediately headed for the elevator. She was happy that Jane had requested her because that obviously meant that she couldn't be too angry at her. Obviously their professional relationship was not in jeopardy. She was a little concerned about why Jane hadn't called her directly, but she didn't have time to think too much about it as the elevators to BPD opened.

This floor was her second home. She was as comfortable here as she was in her own morgue. She thought about that as she headed to Interrogation Room One. Most medical examiners didn't spend as much time in this area of investigation, and she was quite aware that she probably wouldn't either if not for one very stunning homicide detective whom she happened to be in love with.

Frost walked up beside her as she began to go into the outer door of the interrogation room. Without saying a word he opened the door for her. She didn't think anything of it until she started to walk into the observation suite and he motioned for her to go into the actual interrogation room instead.

Confused, Maura walked in and noticed that the room was empty.

"Barry, am I helping with an interview? Where is Jane?" Maura was beginning to become annoyed.

"She will be in in just a moment, Dr. Isles. Sorry." And Barry was gone.

Maura didn't sit down but rather began to pace a little. What the hell was going on now. As if her day wasn't hard enough.

"Dr. Isles." Maura knew that voice immediately and turned to see Jane walking into the interrogation room.

"Dr. Isles, would you kindly take a seat. I have some questions that I want to ask you regarding the explosion this afternoon, and in particular about our escape." Jane sounded quite serious, but surely she was joking. Did she really expect Maura to talk about this HERE … in an interrogation room? And why?

"Jane, I am getting a sense that you are upset. And this is a rather elaborate way of telling me. I accept my fate. I know I am in trouble, but I think my office is a much more comfortable place to discuss this."

Maura walked toward the door. Grabbing the handle, she attempted to open it, but it was clearly locked.

"Maura." Jane said from behind. Her deep, raspy voice hitting a level Maura had never heard. In fact, it was so striking, that Maura couldn't even bring herself to turn around.

"Don't make me use the cuffs." Jane's words instantly made Maura flush. Her back straightened and she could feel the gooseflesh rise up her back. The room was suddenly incredibly hot, and she felt dizzy.

Maura tried to steady herself by taking some cleansing breaths, but once she regained her ability to move, Maura turned back to Jane only to see her leaning against the interrogation room table - a pair of handcuffs dangling from her finger.

Now, there have been times when Maura wondered what people meant when they said their 'mind was drawing a blank.' She had personally never experienced a moment when she felt her brain was void of information….until this moment with Jane.

"Have a seat, Doctor. It's your last chance." Jane was confident. Sexy as hell… and she knew it. Besides, it was hard to read Maura at that moment; she was completely turned on.

"O' okay, Detective." Maura tentatively made her way over to the chair. As nervous as she was she was also incredibly excited.

Her last thought before sitting? This is going to be the best interrogation, ever.