A few tense minutes passed as they waited for the nurse on call to enter the room. When he finally arrived, the look on his face gave strong indications that he felt he was interrupting something. "So, detective, you need something for the pain?"
"Yeah, but don't knock me out. I've got things to do." Jane shifted on her place in the bed and then winced.
"You know you two probably shouldn't do those things until the stitches come out. I mean, I'm all for free love and whatever, but the doctors would really be unhappy with me if I let you do something that kept you in here longer than you should be." He glanced between the two women. "If I have to, I'll leave the door open and come in here for hand checks randomly but frequently." He gave them a knowing look as both women's faces took on faintly pink traces. "In fact, I'm going to keep the door open anyway. I just have a feeling," with a frown on his face, he walked over to Jane's side of the bed and handed her a couple of pills. "This should help, but, no, it won't knock you out. You're past the morphine stage. However, you might get a little loopy." He looked to the other woman sharing Jane's bed. "Fair warning."
Arching a brow, Maura smiled at the nurse to take the sting out as she reminded him, "I'm a doctor, Jeff. I would never endanger the health or wellbeing of anyone, but especially not my... Jane. We simply need to have a conversation, and I would rather her words be influenced by medication than by unnecessary pain."
"No offense, but it doesn't matter what your profession is. When you're in here, you're her partner, not her doctor, which, frankly, is better anyway. It's my job to take care of her, medically speaking, and I do take my job very seriously," he added with a confidential tone, "even if I do give the detective here a hard time. Look, I respect you, Dr. Isles, and I know that you'll respect me and my job enough to know that, when I give out warnings, I do so because I do take my responsibilities very seriously. The fact that we've all allowed you to sleep in the same bed with Jane is testament to how much we trust you, but there are lines. You understand?"
"I do."
"Why do I feel like I'm 10 and Ma and Pop are having a conversation 'about the kids' while we're in the same room? Hello? I'm right here." Jane gave Jeff a little push on the arm. "You two stop talking about me like I'm not in the room. I hate that."
Again, Maura smiled as she reassured Jeff. "I will never knowingly endanger Jane. I've managed to keep my hands to myself for this long, and I think I can hold out a little longer. Don't you think so?" she added with a look towards the prone detective as she rested her hand on Jane's shoulder, the one closest to herself. "We'll be fine, Jeff, I promise. Wouldn't you be able to restrain yourself, if it were your girlfriend lying here instead of... instead of mine?"
"No, if Camille were stuck in a hospital bed like Jane is, I'd probably go crazy. In fact, she was just recently; she broke both of her arms in a motorcycle accident." Jeff gave a wave of his hand to dismiss whatever either woman was about to say. "So I do get it, which is why I'm giving the warning. Got it?" He looked down at the detective. "That goes double for you."
"Hey! I'm not even involved in this conversation. Don't mind me. I'll just be here playing with my hands until the grown-ups are done talking," Jane gave a little pout.
"Playing with your hands, huh?" The humor in the nurse's voice seem to break whatever tension was in the room.
With a click of her tongue and a dirty look, Jane growled, "Man, you've got to be the dirtiest minded nurse I have ever met."
"I'll take that as a compliment." He winked as he rounded the bed for the door. "I'm trusting you two to be good, okay?" He closed the door with a gentle click.
Maura's chuckle followed Jeff out the door, but her attention was on Jane, especially once the laughter calmed. "I'm sorry, Jane. I know you don't like it when people talk over or around you. I just... didn't want to say in front of Jeff the things I want to say to you. Besides, I knew he'd need to go back on rounds, so we had to talk efficiently. You, on the other hand, are something of a captive audience right now, and I knew I'd have ample opportunity to speak directly to you. Or, well, to not speak. If you're so inclined."
"I think we better talk now before these meds completely hit me. I'm already starting to feel a little goofy," Jane gave Maura a large, lopsided grin, "Besides, I like hearing you talk, especially when you get all Googlemouth on me. Wait," she blinked slowly, "Okay, yeah… that wasn't the meds talking." She cleared her throat. "So, what else is there to say before I take the makeout option?"
Maura's gaze focused primarily on Jane's lips until she had leaned close enough not to be able to see them anymore. "Nothing, I hope."