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Jane was quite for a minute or two. She really couldn't say yes to Maura. Even though she knew the blonde just wanted her to help she also knew that for her it wouldn't feel like that. She was afraid that if she would say 'yes' she wouldn't be able to control her feelings anymore. But maybe she could see it as a friendship thing, friends help each other all the time. They do right?

"Okay fine." Her eyes went wide when she realized what she had just said. Jane studied Maura's face and saw emotions flowing through those hazel eyes in just a couple of seconds. She looked surprised and scared at the same time. Too bad for Jane that she had also missed the arousing twinkle that followed.

Maura placed her hands on both of Jane's shoulders. "Okay Jane. Just relax." The detective nodded nervously and sighed deeply. Relaxed? She was far from relaxed.

The next morning Jane woke up to the feeling of having someone half on top of her. When she looked down she saw the sleeping form of Maura. Her head was on Jane's chest and one of her hands rested on the brunette's stomach. The rest of the blonde's body laid on one of Jane's arms.
She smiled down at Maura, who looked very peaceful asleep. If she wasn't in so much pain she could stay like this forever.

She gave the smaller woman a friendly squeeze in her arm. "Maura." She said softly. No response.

Now she used her arm that was under the doctor. She tried to move her fingers a little, knowing the doctor couldn't handle tickling. As she figured, the blonde slowly woke up, moving her body of Jane's hand.

"Hey there." Jane said. "Sorry I woke you up but you're kind of stopping the blood flood in my arm here."

Maura instantly removed her hand completely form underneath Jane "Ow sorry. Just take some deep breaths that will make it disappear faster."

The two of them got stuck in an awkward moment of staring. "This is kind of awkward." Jane said. She had hoped to avoid the awkwardness but she should have known better. I mean, come on.

Maura turned on her back, both of them now staring up at the ceiling.

"It shouldn't," Maura began, "friends do favors to each other all the time. It's normal."

Jane turned her head to Maura, who now looked back at her. The detective gave the doctor her famous 'really?' face. "Maur, I don't know what kind of friendships you have had but this-" she stood up from the bed and grabbed some of her clothes from Maura's closet that her mother had brought over, "Is not normal friendship material." She finished.

Maura shrugged to show that it all didn't really matter and they just needed to try to ignore the awkwardness and just accept things the way they were. Maura now stood up too and walked around her bed towards Jane. She grabbed some clothes from the closet too, she couldn't pick so instead she held up two dresses in front of her.

"Which one?" She asked Jane. Maura smiled at Jane, waiting for an answer. Instead she got a groan from the detective. She did, however, look at the dresses Maura was holding up. A pink one and a green/blue one.

" I don't know Maura, just pick the green one." She said trying to seem interested in what Maura was wearing. She did think that Maura looked absolutely stunning in that color though.

"Thanks, and it is Turquoise. Turquoise is an opaque, blue-to-green mineral that is a hydrous phosphate of copper and aluminum. It is rare and valuable in finer grades and has been prized as a gem and ornamental stone for thousands of years owing to its unique hue." They blonde said. Jane raised her eyebrows. "I'm thinking your dress isn't a stone." "Did you know that this dress was actually made by-" Jane suddenly placed a finger on Maura's lips, the gesture doing more to the both of them then they had expected.

"Ehm… please Maura, no information on the dress. We don't have two hours." She said, teasing Maura.

"Ow Jane it is very unlikely that I would really be able to talk about this dress for two hours." The doctor said in all seriousness.

"I'm sure you could actually really do that but let's save it for another time, cause geez how much fun would that be." Jane said while pulling up her 'Maura-I'm-totally-messing-with-you' fake smile.

"Indeed, that would be fun!" Maura said, clearly not picking up the sarcasm.

Jane groaned and rolled her eyes. "Okay now go so I can change."

Maura was just pulling up her dress in the bathroom when she heard a loud frustrated groan coming from the bedroom. "Jane are you okay?" she said, using a bit more volume.

"No." The detective yelled back, her voice dripping with annoyance.

The doctor walked over to the bedroom and then walked inside without realizing she maybe should have knocked. She found Jane standing by her closet in a shirt from last night and her – well actually Maura's – panties.

"Ow sorry." She said, walking out again. She was clearly blushing, Maura who was barely embarrassed clearly was now.

"No it's okay Maur, come in." It's not like Maura hadn't seen Jane like this before, a million times actually. Jane didn't really care about her privacy when it came down to Maura but things were a bit different now.

"What's wrong?" the blonde asked.

"My mom is what's wrong." Jane said, "She only picked clothes from the right side of my closet." Jane said with a very frustrated sigh.

"What's wrong with those clothes?" Maura asked. Looking at the extra clothes hanging in her closet they looked just fine. Jane nodded toward to clothes, a gesture for Maura to pick one of them."

It was one of Jane's old shirts, full of holes. Not from shootings of course but just from fighting and other wild stuff that Jane usually did. Maura picked some other stuff out of the closet. It were clothes with dried blood stains on it. The smaller woman frowned.

"See?" Jane said, "I just sorted out my good clothes and clothes that I really need to throw away. Now what am I going to wear. I swear if my mother was home-"

Maura cut her off, "I know you would kill her." She smiled and by so deserving a smile from Jane too.

"But ehm.. you could wear one of my dresses." She tried.

Jane rolled her eyes. "Yeah Maur, real good idea. I don't think the bad cop kind of thing is going to work in a dress. Maybe I can go home and pick up some other clothes.

Maura took a look on the clock hanging in her bedroom, she calculated very quickly. "Even without traffic problems you would be 20 minutes late at work, due to the fact that we also still have to eat."

Jane looked over at her friend. "What are you a walking calculator?" Maura just simply smiled back at her.

"Don't you have some pants that I can wear." Jane asked, already looking through the drawers of Maura's closet.

"They wouldn't fit you Jane." Maura stated, standing still at Jane's side. The brunette shot back out of the closet and looked her friend in the eye, she looked annoyed.

"Remember me to teach you to make compliments." She said.

Maura chuckled. "I just meant that you are too tall for my pants."

Jane sighed, seeing that there wasn't really another choice she walked away from the closet and sat down on the bed.

"Okay then, pick one for me." She gave in.

The blonde clapped her hands enthusiastic. This was something she had always wanted to do. Now she just had to find the perfect dress for her detective.

When Jane walked out of the elevator's later that morning she didn't find Korsak or Frost. She had hoped they would already be back with Clifford Smith but she had no such luck. Now she had to figure out what she could do in the meantime. She walked over to their see-through murder board. Okay they had five suspect. Brandon, Alexander, Ian, Matthew and Clifford. Brandon, Alexander and Matthew were already off the hook. Three now married guys with kids. They all alibied out.

Ian was in jail already so they only had Clifford. But it had to be him, he was the perfect suspect. Jane ran another check on him. Bank accounts, phone records. She even checked the guy's twitter. Nothing suspicious, though. He knew how to hide his stuff.

When they still weren't back half an hour later Jane got a little frustrated. She had already texted them, wanting to know if everything was okay. They had answered that they were fine but stuck in traffic, and they would be going to Clifford since they had their warrant so they wouldn't be back for a while. She walked in little circles around her desk and the murder board. Maybe she should visit her mother in the café or see Frankie. No, that was useless. Frankie was studying for his detective test and she would see her mother maybe later that day for lunch and she would also probably get irritated by her mother now. It still surprised her that when she thought about Maura things didn't feel awkward. Sure she was, if possible, even more head over heels in love then before. But it didn't feel awkward, it just felt right. Now she just had to figure out what to do with her feelings. She decided to send Alex a text, making sure she had some distraction from her own feelings and the case. "Hey Alex," She texted him. "Still wanna go on that date? Let me know." When she put her phone down it immediately vibrated. She really hoped it wouldn't be Alex, that would be so weird. Luckily her phone flashed Maura. She opened the text. "Jane, I got something." The detective stood up and ran towards the elevators.

Maura heard the doors of the morgue swing open. Jane almost ran through them. "What have you got?" She asked, a bit out of breath. Maura smiled at the detective. It was funny to see how eager she was to get this guy by finding some real evidence. Maura was too, of course, but she just wasn't showing in tin the wide open, like Jane was.

As Jane now stood by her Maura showed her a close up photo of the wound, where the knife had been earlier.

"When I look deep inside the wound," she began, getting a groan from the brunette who clearly not liked the idea of doing that, "I found a piece of fiber." The lab is still running tests on it though."

Jane nodded understanding, this was not the time to ask her friend to guess. "So it could be form let's say his clothes. He probably tried to get the blood of his knife with the first victim, this way getting fiber's on it. But when he stabbed his second victim they were embedded in the wound." Jane said, showing that she was deep in thoughts. "You're guessing Jane." The doctor said.

"No, I'm not guessing. I'm theorizing, that's different."

The doctor nodded at her, she still thought it was guessing but she wasn't going to discuss it with Jane.

The brunette looked up at her, seeming hopeful. "Anything else?"

Maura shook her head. She wish she had but there was nothing else suspicious she could find on the body's.

"Okay let me know when you do."

Jane wanted to get back upstairs as soon as possible. Maybe there was news. But when she opened up the doors of the morgue Maura called after her.

"Ow Jane, are you feeling better today. You look better." The blonde said.

Jane gaped at Maura. "I thought we weren't going to talk about this." She felt a little uncomfortable talking about this.

"I'm not." Maura simply stated, which was actually true. Maura didn't feel that uncomfortable easy so she had no problem to ask Jane how she was feeling. She didn't even think about the fact that it could actually be a bit awkward for Jane.

"But yes, I feel great. There's a serial killer chasing my best friend. Why would I even feel bad. This is great." Jane added putting up a totally fake smile.

Maura slightly turned her head sideways, watching Jane. "You're being sarcastic." She concluded.

"Yes, I am. Now let's get back to work. Bye Maura."

And then Jane was gone and Maura was left with Katherine and Maura who weren't offering her many answers. She just hoped that Clifford was the right guy. Clifford and Maura had dated for 1 year. She had liked him but it was never perfect between the two of them. He always seemed to surprise her in unpleasant ways. He did seem like the perfect guy for all of this.

Frost and Korsak had finally arrived at their destination. Clifford lived in a small town, just out of Boston. His house was in a street with 3 other houses, all miles from each other. It wasn't a big house, but it was beautiful and peaceful, surrounded by the woods and the one street.

Knock, knock. "BPD open up." Frost and Korsak heard someone running fast inside the house and knocking things over. Korsak gave the younger detective a quick sign. He immediately knocked down the door and ran inside. With their guns raised they went after the men who was now on the top of the stairs. Luckily for them Frost was fast and caught up with the man easily.

"Not so fast there." He said before slamming the man down to the ground. When Korsak gave him a elbow he looked up at the direction that the older detective was pointing at. The door to one of the bedrooms was open and you could see a wall of photos of Maura Isles. On a table in the room lay all sorts of knife's and on the ground you could see some empty syringes.

"Get up you son of a bitch. You are under arrested for double murder and stalking. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot find an attorney, one will be provided to you." Frost said to the man, while cuffing him.

He looked like a really creepy guy. Dark eyes, dark hair and a now pale face. Frost wondered what Maura ever saw in him. He was also very quiet, actually he hadn't spoken yet.

Frost then looked at his partner and they shared a relieved smile. They then took the guy downstairs where other uniforms were already going through the place.

"Hey, maybe you should look upstairs, he's got some pretty interesting stuff there." Korsak said while pointing upstairs. A few other uniforms with camera's obeyed and walked upstairs immediately.

"Okay now let's take him to Jane." Korsak said when they were in the car. Clifford was in the backseat, handcuffed. He still hadn't said a word but the detective's didn't mind a bit.

"Shouldn't we warn him?" Frost said with a smile.

They both looked at the guy and then back at each other. They grinned while both saying "nah" and driving away. They called Frankie on their way back to the precinct. Knowing he would do his job first and then tell his sister.