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'Angela?' Maura called through the house when she returned home. It was late in the evening so she kept her voice down, perhaps Emma was already asleep.

'Maura, hi.' Angela's face appeared around the corner. 'She just got to sleep. She's been quite restless, wondering where you and Jane were.' Angela had a forlorn expression. 'I didn't know what to say, except that you'd be coming home soon.' Maura nodded as she pulled her coat off and hung it beside the door.

'Thank you Angela, for everything that you are doing.' Angela didn't say anything, only nodded and kissed Maura's cheek.

'Call if you need anything.' Maura smiled and watched as Angela left the house. Making her way to her bedroom, Maura slipped into something more comfortable and she turned around intending to go to Emma's bedroom and check on her. She stopped however, when she saw a little face peer over the side of her door. Her eyes were wide and curious and she clutched the bottom of her t-shirt that she was wearing to bed.

'Mummy?' Her little voice rang out. Maura quickly walked over to Emma and knelt in front of her, pulling her into a hug and giving her a kiss on the top of her head.

'Why aren't you sleeping?' Maura asked softly, picking up the infant and carrying her to her bedroom.

'I didn't want to go to sleep because I didn't know where you were and I love you.' Maura smiled at Emma and tucked a strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear.

'I was just at the big doctors.' Maura answered as she placed Emma into her bed and tucked her in.

'Seeing Mama?' Her voice was small and innocent. She didn't know, of course, that Jane had forgotten her daughter. Or Maura. Jane didn't know a lot at this stage. Maura took in a deep breath and tried to remain positive.

'Yes darling.' Maura stroked Emma's hair softly, in the way that she knew that her daughter loved.

'Is she better yet?' Emma's eyes were large and brown and she stared up to Maura as she waited for an answer. Maura bit her lip as she looked into her daughter's eyes. She stopped stroking Emma's hair, and instead climbed into her small bed with her. Emma moved over so Maura could get in, then snuggled into the familiar body, burying her head in the crook of Maura's neck, her small fingers playing with Maura's necklace.

'No, not yet.' Maura said softly. They were silent for a few minutes as Maura hummed softly to Emma while she resumed back to stroking her hair. 'Emma?' Maura began. Emma lifted her head. Her eyes were drooping with the heaviness of lack of sleep, but she managed to keep them open long enough to listen to what Maura was going to say. 'I love you. And Mama does too.'

Emma nodded slowly and closed her eyes, curling closer to Maura before finally falling asleep in her mother's arms.


Jane was looking through the photos that Maura had brought in to the hospital two weeks later. It was part of her psychology program that would hopefully assist her in regaining her memory. Jane shifted through the photos slowly, her eyes going over every inch, memorising every face, and asking about the people she hadn't recognised.

She'd be happy to say that she's going well with her road to recovery, because that's what the nurses say to her every morning when they come in to bring her, her breakfast. Maura had taken a few weeks leave from work to be there for her during the early stages of her recovery. Maura works as the Chief Medical Examiner in the Boston Police Department. She helps Jane, and others, during the cases with her exceptional work. They also frequently spent time together, sometimes with other co-workers, but a lot of the time just the two of them.

Apparently they were very close.

Jane couldn't help but feel completely at ease with Maura there by her side, watching Jane go through the photos and offering information when Jane asks. When Maura wasn't here, the blond woman seemed to occupy most of her thoughts, but everything felt a little vague, lost. During Jane's compulsory counselling sessions, she explained this feeling to the shrink, Dr Woodley. Apparently this was to be expected, considering Jane's condition. Jane told Dr Woodley that even though her memories of Maura were a bit static, when she was with Jane in the hospital bedroom, Jane felt an overwhelming sense of comfort and support, like a security blanket being wrapped around her tightly. Dr Woodley just smiled and made a note in her folder.

Even though the doctors tried to remain optimistic about Jane's memory loss, she could tell that she wasn't getting the full picture at times, and she didn't know if that was the work of her mother, or Maura. Jane could see that Maura cared deeply for Jane, and that she would want to prevent any information getting to Jane that could distress her further.

Maura seemed like the kind of person who could charm her way into getting something done her way. She doesn't seem like somebody you can win an argument with.

But Jane is quickly picking up on the tricks of the trade with Maura. One that had been particularly useful is that apparently, she cannot lie. She goes all red and flustered and gets hives. Naturally, Jane has been using this to her advantage.

Jane let the photos rest on her lap and she turned her head to face Maura. She was awfully close to Jane, closer that what friends usually are, but strangely Jane didn't want her to move. She was slowly getting intoxicated by her lovely fragrance, her hazel eyes and the charm in her smile, and the smoothness of her skin.

'Maura, do you think I'll ever get my memory back?' Jane's out of the blue question completely threw Maura off, and Jane watched her struggle with a way to come up with an answer. 'Please, Maura, spare my feelings. I need to know. Am I ever going to remember everything?' Jane's eyes were pleading as she met the gaze of the woman sitting beside her. Jane could see the internal war waging within Maura's mind as she debated something over. Whether she was debating on if she is going to tell Jane what she wants to know, or how she'll tell Jane what she wants to know, was unknown, and for five agonising minutes, silence consumed the room in an engulfing smoke.

Jane took the silence as her answer.

She nodded slowly and picked up the photos from her lap and started going through them again, biting her lip. She didn't want how she was feeling show on her face.

'Jane,' Maura began softly, bringing a soft hand to hold Jane's. Jane looked down at Maura's hand and squeezed it gently. 'You just have to keep positive that you will gain your memory back. Because the second you give up, is the second you lose the fight.' Jane couldn't meet Maura's eyes. She wanted to ask…it's a question that's been on the tip on her tongue for a while now.

'Do…' Jane took in a breath and let it out in a soft sigh. 'Do you want me to remember?' Jane forced her eyes to look into Maura's, if only to watch the woman's reaction to her question. Maura swallowed and turned her head to the window and didn't answer straight away. Jane could see a glint of the midday sunlight reflect of a tear that fell down Maura's cheek. Taking in a shaky breath, Maura replied, still looking out the window.

'More than anything in the world, Jane. You have no idea what it does to me to see you like this.' Her voice cracked a little at the end, but Jane ignored it. She slowly brought her hand to cup Maura's cheek, and with her thumb brushed away the tear that was positioned there. Maura turned her head to look back at Jane and gave her a faint smile. Clearing her throat, Maura shifted in her seat to lean over Jane's shoulder to look at the photo which was at the top of the photo pile. Following her lead, Jane removed her hand from Maura's cheek and focused her attention to the images.

It was the four of them, Maura, herself, and also Frost and Korsac. Frost and Korsak had visited Jane a few times in the past three weeks, which has been nice. Jane enjoyed seeing them. They talked about cases they worked, their friendship, and what they did in their spare time. They've mentioned a few times a bar they go to called 'The Dirty Robber'. Looking at the picture, Jane assumed this was the place.

'It was Barry's birthday, and we threw him a surprise birthday party.' Maura's voice narrated over the top of Jane's shoulder. 'It was my idea, and you were very reluctant in carrying it through. You seemed convinced that he wouldn't want one. But I insisted, and eventually I think you must have gotten sick of bickering with me about it, and just let me do as I pleased. Your only request was that it would be at The Dirty Robber; and not one of my high-class, high-priced restaurants where the only thing you can read on the menu is the prices.' Jane could basically hear the smile in Maura's voice as she talked. Jane listened intently and studied the picture in her hands. So familiar. Jane thought, but she just couldn't bring the memory to the front of her mind.

Maura stood up from her chair, and as it slid back, it hit Maura's large purse which was balancing on the bedside table next to a glass of water. When Maura hit the bag, it swiftly knocked the glass to the ground, breaking it against the hard floor.

'Oh my goodness!' Maura gasped as she jumped. Jane jumped too, but for a different reason entirely.


'Jane! Can you please be more careful?' Maura scolded Jane as she knelt down to pick up the larger glass fragments on the kitchen floor, and Jane knelt down to help.

'Jesus, I'm so sorry Maur, I didn't mean it.' Jane gushed. Maura shook her head.

'It's quite alright, Jane, I'm sure you didn't mean to.' Maura smiled at Jane. 'Could you get the vacuum cleaner for me please?' Jane nodded and headed to the closest where Maura kept her cleaning supplies. When she returned, Maura had removed the large pieces from the floor, and all that was left was tiny pieces that couldn't be picked up by hand. 10 minutes later, it was as if the mess was never made.

'See, that's what happens when you argue with me.' Jane pointed to the floor. 'I break your stuff.' She had a playful grin on her face, one that she couldn't seem to take off her lips these past few months when she's around Maura.

'I highly doubt that the reason you dropped my glass was because I was insisting on throwing Barry a birthday surprise party.' Maura gave Jane a particular look.

'Well, I guess we'll never know.' Jane winked as she went to the fridge to retrieve a beer and headed for Maura's couch to watch the beginning of the Red Sox game. Maura arrived to sit next to Jane a few minutes later with a glass of wine. Jane couldn't concentrate on the game however; she could basically feel Maura' brain buzzing next to her as Maura tried to restrain from asking Jane again. Finally, Maura couldn't seem to hold herself together any longer.

'But why not Jane? He's your colleague, your friend, your partner. He'd do the same for you!' Maura was basically whining, which earned an eyebrow raise from Jane as Maura didn't normally whinge.

'No, Maura, he wouldn't.' Jane said slowly. 'That's why we get along, Maur. We have these sort of unspoken agreements about certain subjects. And surprise birthday parties are a 'no''. Maura huffed and Jane tried to restrain an amused smirk. She'd never seen Maura in such a huff. Jane had a suspicion that it was more to do with the fact that Jane was refusing Maura to throw a surprise party rather than Jane insisting that Frost wouldn't want one.

'Oh, Jane, please!' Maura began again. Jane sighed and rubbed one temple. Jane had two options now, really. First was to continue to refuse Maura's attempts at throwing a surprise birthday party, and then eventually after long and tiring hours of Maura going on, and on, and on about it, give in and tell Maura she can do it, or her second option was to cut the suffering early and just let her do what she pleases.

The decision was easy, really.

'Fine.' Jane sighed. Maura jumped in her seat in excitement, her face breaking out into a huge smile which Jane couldn't help but return.

'Oh Jane, you won't regret it I promise! I already have some ideas planned out – just in case you said 'yes' of course, I wanted to be prepared. There's this lovely restaurant that has recently opened up not too far from here. The reviews so far have been –'

'No, no. Maura, stop.' Jane held her hand to Maura's mouth to stop the blabber. 'You can throw this party on one condition.' Maura's eyebrows rose, asking Jane to continue. 'It has, and I mean, absolutely must, be at The Dirty Robber, and not one of those high-class, high-priced restaurants that you drag me too where the only thing I can understand on the menu are the prices.' Jane could see the thoughts turning over in Maura's head. After a few minutes, Jane continued. 'Well? Do we have a deal?'

Jane felt Maura smile on her palm and Maura nodded her head.


'Jane?' Maura said slowly, keeping eye contact with Jane. Jane looked to the floor where the glass had broken, but the mess was already cleaned up. A nurse must have come in. Jane nodded her head and smiled to Maura.

'I remember that.' Jane said, her smile still playing at her lips. 'I remember telling you that, about the Dirty Robber. I had broken your glass earlier on.'

Maura's expression was blank for a moment. Then, slowly, little by little her facial expression changed. Soon she bore a smile that was so bright that it could power Paris for a week, and the happiness in her eyes gave Jane the best feeling possible in her heart. Tears fell down Maura's cheek from the pure joy, and Jane was pretty sure that Maura's heart was being consumed by the strongest feeling of elation and relief.

She had never seen somebody react like that to a broken glass.

But she was guessing it meant more to Maura than it did to her.