A scant few minutes later, Maura emerged from the bathroom, teeth brushed, face washed, and clad in silky (knowing her, probably actual silk) pajama shorts and tank top in periwinkle blue. "Should I turn off the light now so we don't have to get up once we get tired, or leave it on while we talk?" Her hand hovered over the light switch.

"Shut it off. Full moon, there'll be plenty of light," Jane scooted down a bit further in the bed, pulling her grey tank top down where it wanted to ride up over her underwear. She stifled a yawn before reaching over to Maura's side of the bed to throw the covers back. "Come to bed, Maur."

A look started to come across Maura's face at the phrasing of the request, wide eyes and slightly open mouth. Before the look could be fully formed, let alone deciphered, she hurriedly looked away from Jane and flipped the light switch. Moments later, her eyes adjusted sufficiently to let her find the bed without stepping on Jo Friday, who had suddenly sensed that bedtime was nigh, and trotted in from wherever she'd been hiding and curled up on the pile of pillows that had been moved off the bed for sleeping purposes. She slipped beneath the covers without a word, and only then mentioned, "You know, cotton attire against cotton sheets will produce friction." The lack of response prompted her to clarify. "That's why your shirt rides up when you move around in bed."

Jane shrugged. "It's comfortable and, besides when you're not here, it doesn't matter if it rides up or not," she said as she rolled onto her side to face the doctor. "Besides, I'm not worried if it does ride up when you're here." Again she stifled a yawn. "So, we're talking? What are we going to say?"

Maura remained on her back, hands folded neatly over her stomach. "Well, we've covered what you overheard while I was on the phone. I suppose now what's left is what you overheard from the hallway; and Jane, before you decide whether to get defensive, I don't mind that you listened. Much. Just tell me what you want to know. I promised full disclosure. Anything you feel like you can ask, I'll answer as well as I can."

"What did you read in my face that you didn't want to tell Frankie? Why did you beg him to not say anything to me? What are you so afraid of, Maura?" The huskiness of Jane's voice was tempered by the softness of her volume as she asked her questions quietly and a carefully.

Maura glanced in Jane's direction, but it wasn't enough, and so she turned bodily to face Jane. Moonlight shone in through the windows, illuminating round and angular features with its silver caress. She was transparent. "I wasn't afraid, Jane. I was… surprised. I hadn't known you felt that way, but once I did, I really didn't want to tell your brother. I thought you'd be uncomfortable with him knowing." She took a breath and let it out, then released the information. "I didn't know that you were jealous until Frankie asked me what I'd seen."

"S'okay," Jane replied as she readjusted so that they were eye to eye. "I didn't know until after I had a couple of days to be pissed about it. Around the second day, I realized it was stupid that I was still that mad, but I couldn't figure out why." She frowned, brow creasing. "Then it kind of came to me one night when I couldn't sleep. Well," she raised any eyebrow, mouth pursed for a brief second as she reconsidered, "it didn't so much come to me as slap me upside my head like a Mack truck slamming into a brick wall while going about 80." She chuckled as Maura opened her mouth, but cut her off at the pass. "Please don't give me the basics on whatever stats just ran through your head. It's cute, and I love it when you Googletalk, but it's also 3AM, so... you know, some brevity is appreciated." She said the last sentence with a smirk and a wink, to which the smaller woman responded with a warm smile.

Hazel eyes, shadowed to dark grey but still glinting in the faint light available, crinkled up at the corners. "True, and I have an appointment with Chris and Julie in the morning. By the way, you're welcome to come with me. They're very accommodating, and I bet you'd love their treatments. Chris tells me they often do pairs." She didn't actually expect Jane to take her up on the offer, but one never knew, and if there was one thing she had learned about her best friend, it was that Jane was capable of surprising her. She continued in a voice turned soft and, from lack of sleep and excess vocal strain, almost as husky as Jane's normal voice. "And then after that, I really want to see you again. There are things to say, aren't there?"

With a shrug and a full on yawn, Jane replied in a voice thick with sleepiness, "If you want me to go, I'll go." She reached a tentative hand out, an offer but not a demand, for touch. Maura slid her hand beneath Jane's. "I'm thinking we have a metric ton of stuff to say." The very brief pause was filled with uncertainty before the detective continued. "Would you object too much to letting me… um, you know, that's probably too much too soon." A heavy sigh escaped. "Good night, Maur."

"Good night, Jane." The last thought in Maura Isles's mind before she drifted into sleep, holding Jane's hand, was that it could never be too much, and it couldn't be soon enough.