Finally they knew, each other's names; and they sat on the park bench, to watch the children play.
Jane tried not to, but she focused on how her stiff fingers were so near hers.
She had thought a thought, one she daren't even think in much too long – that maybe one day her hand would be able to hold someone else's again.
Maura tried not to, but she played back constantly the smile that had shone her way.
She had professional colleagues, she had Bass, but no one had ever really smiled at her that way; she hardly ever had anyone say that it's okay to sit, much less stay.
The women sat.
They sat on the park bench, at which they had met.
A/N: Hi there, thank you, for the time~
Hope the story's alright and, I guess it's done - this is how they met, at a park bench.
Thank you, for the time=)