There are so many things Jane could say to Agent Dean for breaking his promise... At the very least, I've given it a try. Thanks for still reading. Tj. xx

The one absolute Jane was certain of after having rehashed the events of days passed, was that she never wanted Gabriel Dean in her private life, or her bed, ever again. She'd meant it when she'd asked him to be her confidante and not the agent she knew he could be. She'd allowed herself to be vulnerable, beyond the intimacies of sex, and in a crushing response, by breaking his promise and going after Doyle, he'd only fueled the aching cynicism she'd always held about relationships.

Time to live by her own code again.

Burn her once, and you'll never get close enough burn her twice. It was over as quickly as it had begun.

Maura was once again in the hospital room seeking reassurance and attuning herself to the rise and fall of her mother's chest as she breathed in life. She'd driven here as if piloted by another, her body moving and directing itself without thought.

She sighs, raising herself from her chair as she walks over to the large window. Her eyes sting from a lack of sleep, her troubled thoughts having kept her on high alert and awake all night. She looks back to the patient who means so much to her, grateful for the opportunity of creating more memories with a newly nurturing mother. She paces a little before looking down at the tiny figures strolling along the pavement below.

People watching calmed her. It was something she'd discovered in university when it had all got too much. She'd sit and stare out of the window of her private room, taking in the world from a safe and faraway place.

Something draws her attention, or rather it is someone. Someone she'd recognise anywhere.

Nobody holds themselves like she does, nor has the presence to captivate, like Jane. Maura watches her gain ground across a pale footpath and holds her breath as she notices the confident swagger is lost.

"Jane…" she whispers.

Jane enters the room and sees him lying there wrapped up in a bundle of white. He looks worn out, and tired.

'Guess gettin' shot'll do that to you.'

After all, she would know, and it is this that allows her not to pause, and address the issue she needs to.

"We need to talk."

"Jane…" He clears his throat. "Where've you been?" His eyes blink for better focus.

"You're lucky I'm here at all," she says, standing by the foot of his bed.

"What? Janie..."

"I am NOT your Janie." She crosses her arms and builds up her defence.

He's annoyed. "Don't tell me… this is about Doyle?"

"Just tell me what you doing there? Were you following me?"

"I did what I had to do. You of all people should understand that. If I didn't do anything I'd be aiding and abetting a known criminal..."

"Don't attempt to tell me my JOB! I asked you to wait, as a personal favour to me!"

He tries to sit up and level the balance of power but he can't. "I couldn't do that. I was just doing my job..."

She has to move away. "Yeah, right, your job..." She paces to the other side of the room doing everything she can not to burst into tears, or release the aggression she's feeling into his face. She turns back. "So... do you screw all of your leads, Agent Dean?"

"You know it wasn't like that."

"Yeah, well it sure as hell feels like it now."

She turns to go, waving him off as she leaves. "We're done."

"You're being too emotional about this, Jane. We can work this out if you'll just..."

She spins around. "I was so wrong about you. I asked you to be my partner on this! I asked for you, Gabriel! Not Agent Dean, not the FBI, but the guy who was lying naked in my bed! And what did you do with that, huh? What did you do, 'Gabe'!"

"What I had to do! I couldn't just let him go…!"

"No, of course not! Because going in guns' blazing was gonna to solve everything! Right?"

She towers over him. "Right!"

Her body vibrates with the ripples of his betrayal.

"You have escalated this by not thinking it through! Gone and got yourself shot, while all you could think of was getting the bad guy!"

She gets in his face. "Gotta get your bad guy, huh, AGENT DEAN! Well, now that you've got him by default, by having me finish the job, how many other assholes do ya think are gonna put two and two together and link him to Maura? How many are still gonna wanna take a potshot at her for the sake of vengeance, and how I'm gonna be able to protect her!"

She drills her finger into her chest. "I needed to find a solution before one of Doyle's visits got her killed, and I stupidly thought you were serious enough about me to help with that…" She fights her tears and straightens up. "But I guess we both know the truth about that now, don't we?"

"You're wrong. Jane..." He stops short, pain echoing through his chest. "I do care about you…"

"Not enough!" She stares at him. "Not enough…"

Losing her grip, she draws on everything she has to make her final point.

"I don't fuck around with the people I work with, and I did NOT invite you into my bed so you could treat me like some piece of shit informant! We are so through… I never wanna see or speak to you again. You got that?"

He's at a loss and can only nod at her intensity. Before the act is complete, she is gone.

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