"Oh no, Dylan!"
Maura pinches the brow of her nose and tries to think.
Think of anything to clean up this mess.
Because Mr. Bubbles has died a bubbly death and is seeping across the bathroom floor.
And somewhere behind the mountain of bubbles in the tub, Maura can hear a delighted squeal echo off the walls of the bathroom as her daughter nestles into the bubble cave Maura is sure she has created for herself.
Removing her heels Maura makes the executive decision to take on the growing wall reaching skyward from the tub and dig her daughter out.
"Dylan, sweetie, bath time is over." she says, taking a tentative step forward.
"nev'der!" comes a defiant voice.
Small steps lead Maura until she bumps the edge of the tub, causing her to sway off balance and jet out her arms to steady herself. Slowly she kneels and sends an arm blindly into the bubble gum scented mass in front of her; fumbling until she finds the water dial and shutting it off.
"Time to come out."
Silence.
Standing, Maura studies the swaying mass in front of her.
"Dylan?"
Her question is etched with concern as her heart begins to beat a little faster. She can't see Dylan and drownings can occur in less than three inches of water and -..
"bub'dles!"
Little arms shoot out punching a Dylan-shaped hole into the bubbly wall that causes Maura to jump in surprise, and unable to catch her balance join the bubble bearded three year old in the tub.
And Jane has been watching it all unfold from the doorway quietly.
Taking quick steps for momentum, Jane lets herself glide across the floor before grabbing the towel rack on the wall and stopping herself.
"You okay in there?" Jane nudges a barely visible foot through the bubbles with her knee
"This is a vintage Chanel skirt." a voice floats up absently; "And it is ruined."
Bending down, Jane buries her arms into the suds and grips her fiancee's hand; "Come're"
Only she is met with resistance and a sudden tug that brings her into Maura. Swatting the bubbles around her, Jane finally gets a clear view of the crestfallen woman beside her.
"This is a vintage Ortiz jersey!"
Maura only narrows her eyes.
Pouting out her lip, Jane tries to empathize; "I'm sorry, babe." she says, placing a light kiss on pursed lips before perking back up.
"Where's Dylan?"
Looking at each other for a moment, both women lean forward and fight their way out of the tub. Standing soaked and bubbled they with are met with their daughter who is wrapped up in a towel and bubble free peeking through unruly brown curls at them.
"bub'dle monsers!" Dylan erupts with glee as she hops up and down in the doorway.
Throwing her hands above her head, Maura begins to stalk forward towards the little girl, causing Dylan to take off down the hall and Maura follows quickly on her daughters heels, leaving Jane's laughter to float out the door behind them.
"I'm gonna get you!"