Hmmmm do I sense a whole new story? Very last chapter in this fic but if asked... I may develope it into a more sane continuation.
A new body a new day.
Maura washed her hands carefully before examining the body upon the table.
Still covered from prying eyes by a white sheet, Maura slipped on a fresh pair of latex gloves, the feeling of it against her washed skin made her cringe for the brief moments it slid over damp patches on the back of her hands.
Maura felt her stomach churn was the wave of realisation, it often breezed away for a half hour if she was occupied but when she was left alone, trapped in a room with her thoughts, the reminder crawled back.
Flexing her fingers and walking over to the body, she pulled back the sheet.
As her eyes grazed the body, her head span, joining her stomach in churning. The purple and tinge of blue flesh sent flows of horror into Maura's delicate system. Maura recoiled and pressed her back against the sink, attempting to steady herself. She felt the urge to vomit rise in her throat, closing her eyes didn't help the feeling, it zoned on it more.
Gulping, Maura turned and doubled over retching into the sink.
Jane sat at her desk, rolling a pen through her fingers and clamping the inside of her cheek between her teeth.
The black desktop provided no entertainment, neither did Frost, he was too busy typing up reports.
Jane had finished hers, now she was stuck.
"Do you want a coffee?" Jane finally announced, dropping the pen and rubbing her eyes of sleep.
"Yeah, make it black"
Jane smirked and Frost chuckled.
"As always" Jane mused as she headed for the café.
Listening to her boots thud against the floor distracted her happily, put she felt something stirring.
Walking past the elevators, Jane glanced to the down button.
Jane pressed the button firmly and crossed her arms for the duration of her twenty second wait.
Confining herself in the metal box, Jane headed down to the morgue.
Maura was too busy making her French toast and orange juice reappear to notice Jane stride in.
Jane's eyes fell straight to Maura's shaking body.
"Holy crap, Maur!" Jane jogged over and assumed the role of hair holder.
Maura sunk into herself and gripped the edge of the red sink tighter.
Jane looked away, rubbing soothing circles into her partners back.
"You look like hell Maura" Jane pulled the woman into a limp hug as Maura paused her free-form bodily function. Maura was still shaking and pulled away, holding her hand up to throw up again.
Jane winced as Maura continued for another minuet, knowing it was all over after she gave a whimper.
Jane dashed to grab the M.E a glass of water, well not so much glass as paper cup.
"Swill" Jane spoke softly handing Maura the cup. Maura carried out the instruction then spat out the water into the sink, freeing her mouth from the tang. Her mouth then dried up.
"Hold on" Jane ran over to the water cooler this time to give Maura some icy water to settle her raging innards.
"Stomach bug" Maura shrugged, her face pale as she then gulped down the water.
Jane crossed her arms across her chest, chewing on the inside of her cheek, evaluating Maura's symptoms. Jane knew a few things about stomach bugs and Maura in general, Maura never used the term 'bug'.
"You must be ill... you didn't say it's name"
"What's name?"
"The 'illness' if you really had a bug you would know Maur" Jane wrapped the woman into another hug, warmer this time.
Maura rested her head on Jane's shoulder, exhausted.
"It's nine thirty in the morning, you've looked like this for days... Maur... are you..." Jane pulled away from the hug and Maura winced.
"No... I don't think so"
"You don't think so" Jane gave a disbelieving look. "Look I don't care who you slept with, I just care that you two didn't use... you know" Jane was surprised she wasn't even pissed that Maura had gone behind her back, Jane knew the guilt kept that emotion away.
Maura pressed her palm to her forehead and gulped.
"Jane it's been nearly 6 weeks since... James"
Jane widened her eyes and tugged her mouth to the side for a second.
"I really didn't think about that" Jane wrung her hands.
"Me either until this started... I never vomit around" Maura motioned to the body on the table. "now all of a sudden I can't stand them" Maura gave Jane a desperate look.
"And..." Jane added thinking back to the other night. "You didn't touch those Thai green noodles I made, I just guessed I was a bad cook"
"Janey" Maura giggled and cupped Jane's face, Jane gave a sheepish smile. "You are a wonderful cook, apart from the time you blew up the microwave with a bowl of soup... but Janey, the fact that I'm completely going off the food I love is a... hint" Maura tilted her head in time with the word 'hint'.
"I guess so" Jane leant in a kissed Maura's forehead. "Wait... so how the heck to we explain that I'm the Dad, even though I'm the Mom..."
"I don't care Janey" Maura nuzzled her nose into Jane's neck. "At least I know it was you"
"It's a little insane don't you think?"
"Most positivity, but then again, so are Russians" Maura chuckled and Jane gave her a dead pan stare but smirked.
"You're getting better at jokes"
"You'll have to get better with dealing with me if we're going through with this" Maura stood back and stared at her abdomen.
"We're going through with it... Maura, I can't wait"
"But I'm going to have mood swings, random cravings, the pressure on my balder will be unreal..."
Jane chuckled and kissed Maura softly.
"Maura, I can't wait"