A/N
I'm on a serious high from all your comments. :-)
Sadly I neither own the show nor the characters.
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CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Hello Maura," Richard greets her with a loopy grin. "Can I come in?"
Maura is holding on to the door with her right hand and stares at Richard blankly. This sleaze ball has the actual nerve to come to her house. Wait? Maura's thought catches up How does he even know where I live?
Richard is already taking a step into Maura's home.
"I don't believe I invited you in. I'd appreciate you leave." She tries to close the door before he is fully inside. Pointless. He simply sidesteps the door. His hand finds Maura's cheek.
"I just want to talk." He states sweetly. Maura shies away from his touch, looking around for Jane.
Jane is on her way to Maura the second she hears Richards voice after Maura bids him to leave. Seeing him stepping closer to her friend she is by her side in a heartbeat.
"I believe you heard what Maura said," she growls, narrowing her eyes. "Leave, before I have to arrest you."
He looks into Jane's eyes. "I came here to talk to Maura and I will talk to her, Detective."
Jane steps protectively in front of Maura. Her face left a few inches before Richards. "Leave now or you'll regret it!"
"I'd like to apologize to Maura." He sounds almost convincing. "I just want to talk."
Maura steps beside Jane again. "How do you even know where I live?" She raises an eyebrow questionable at him.
He laughs lightly winking at her. "I guess you're not the only one with connections."
Jane snorts. "Not much longer if it goes after me." Her patient is being tested.
"Please, Maura." He pleads.
Maura huffs. "Maybe we should finish our conversation from last week."
Jane almost doesn't believe what she hears. "Maura," she whispers as the blonde leads them into the dining room. "What are you doing?"
"Doesn't everyone deserve a second chance?"
Maura is way to naïve for Jane's taste. The blonde always tries to see the best in people.
"I swear I'll punch him in the face if he does anything to upset you."
"Please take a seat" Maura says to Richard and gestures at the table. "Would you like a drink?"
"No, thank you" Richard replies as he sits.
Jane runs a hand through her hair, standing a bit awkward in the middle of the room. "I guess I give you some space to talk."
Maura looks at her gratefully. "Thanks, Jane."
"I'll, uhm..." Jane stutters. "I'll be in the study. Call if you need me."
As soon as Jane is gone Richards facade crumbles. He wasn't prepared for the detective when he thought about confronting Maura. He thought she would be alone and it would be easy to change her mind.
"So Richard," Maura speaks up as she sits down on the other side of the table. "I'd really like my child to know his or her father, but if you can't control your temper I want you to sign over your parental rights."
Richard is stunned when he hears Maura's proposition. "You can't do that."
"I will if I have to." Maura doesn't really want to speak with Richard, but her rational mind tells her to do it now rather at a later moment. Richard is a pompous ass, trying to step up in society. She knows this, she's not as oblivious as one might think. She is an Isles and Richard is a doctor already floating through the better circles of Boston, but being married to her would definitely push his status. She observes the emotions on Richards face. She might not be able to pick up on social clues, but she can read body language and right now Richard is angry though he's better at hiding it than in the bar.
He lets out a long breath to compose himself. The detective friend of Maura is still just in another room, so he isn't eager to loose control on his emotions right now. What is this dyke detective doing here so late anyway? he thinks.
"Okay Maura, I understand. But I really want to see my child once it's born. It is part of me after all." Maybe he might not be able to convince Maura of anything in an instant, but he still has time. And other resources. In a few month she might want me after all. His anger is dissipating into a new sense of calmness. A plan forming in his head. "I'm sorry I surprised you tonight - I should've called you."
Maura is actually surprised to see him change his behavior so quickly. "Apology accepted, but I would appreciate if you would call before you visit." she tells him curtly. "How did you know where I live anyway?"
"Oh, you know, I made a few calls." He smiles coyly. She doesn't have to know that he bribed one of BPDs finest he treated some time ago. He gets up and holds out his and for her to shake.
"I should get going, you need your rest." Maura stands as well and shakes his hand.
"Good night." She walks him to the door.
"Please let me know if I can do anything for you." He is going to give her some space and than he'll set his plan into action.
"I won't." Are Maura's last words as she closes the door behind him. Sighing in relief to get rid of him so fast.
Meanwhile Jane is in Maura's study, hovering at the door, trying to hear what is said in the dining room. When she hears the click of the front door she bolts out and has Maura in her arms in a heartbeat.
Maura is eager to wrap her arms around Jane's neck and nuzzle her face into Jane's thick curls. "I'm glad he's gone." She mumbles.
"Me too." Jane responds. "Gosh, I can't believe he had the nerve to drop by unannounced."
Maura nods into Jane. "He wouldn't tell me how he knew where I live."
"Yeah, about that," Jane rasps. "I don't like it one bit."
"Can we just don't think about it for tonight?" Maura pulls away from Jane a bit. "I'm exhausted and I think I can sleep forever, even if that's not really possible."
Jane chuckles. "Lead the way, Doctor." The question where Jane would be sleeping is unnecessary. For the last week it was an unspoken agreement that Jane would sleep in Maura's bed. Maura's overly expensive but most comfortable bed Jane has ever slept in.
They stand side by side at the big marble sink in Maura's en-suite bathroom, brushing teeth in sync. Maura has to smile at the sight in her mirror. There's nobody else she can imagine standing next to her right now. Jane. Her Jane. Her Jane? Yes. The detective would do anything for her, as she would in return. She smiles at their reflections. Mirror-Jane smiles back at her and bumps their shoulders together. Spitting out the tooth-paste Jane bursts "Race ya to the bed.". Discarding her brush she starts running out of the room and plops onto the bed. Maura giggles and is fast to trail behind Jane, letting herself fall flush on top of her friend. Jane pulls the cover over them, so that they are completely surrounded by the soft sheets. Maura laughs into Jane's chest. "What are you doing?"
"A blanket fort!" Jane exclaims and flips Maura over. She scoots down a bit and places a hand on Maura's belly. Maura props herself on her elbows and looks down to Jane although she can't really see anything.
"Hey little bean," Jane starts talking. "it's your auntie Jane again." The brunettes breath is tickling Maura's skin where her silk pajama has ridden up, eliciting goose bumps. A melodic laugh escapes Maura's mouth. Music to Jane's ears. "I think that's your mommy's first blanket fort." She whispers in mock sincerity.
"Yes," Maura agrees. "I've never been on a sleep-over with something such as a blanket-fort."
"Well, considering you had your first sleep-over with me." Jane smirks. On a whim Jane drops a kiss on Maura's belly. "Sleep tight." And she travels up again, laying on her back and opening her arms for Maura to snuggle into.
"Thanks for being here, Jane." The blonde wraps herself around Jane. A leg slipping between Jane's and her arm snaking around her middle, pulling herself tighter against the lean detective. Her head rests on Jane's shoulder and Jane's arm wraps around Maura.
"Good night, Maura." The detective discards a gentle kiss on the doctors temple.
"Good night, Jane."
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Maura is cuddled tight against Jane fast asleep. The detective on the other hand is wide awake questioning herself. What are she and Maura doing. This is not normal friend behavior? Is it? Though she had more friends than Maura when she grew up, a best female friend was not under it. She always tried to be one of the boys, the stuff girls did much to girly. Not tough enough. So how is she supposed to know how two grown women behave as best friends. Do they have sleep-overs as much as Jane and Maura do? Do they sleep in the same bed, cuddling? Jane for all she says is not a cuddler, but here she lays, Maura in her arms and it feels right. Everything she does with Maura feels right, even though some of the things leave her questioning herself. Than there are other people assuming their relationship status. No doubt they are close. As close as it can get without a sexual variable. People do assume they are together all the time. Does it really matter to Jane? Once she would have thrown a fit at someone assuming she was the stereotypical gay cop. But now? Here with Maura? She couldn't care less. Let people talk all they want. For all she knows this right now, in bed with the blonde quirky medical examiner feels better then any intimate relationship she ever had and she isn't about to throw it all away because of what others may think of her.
She holds Maura a bit tighter causing the blonde to snuggle deeper into her sighing contently.
There's nowhere else I'd rather be, is the last thought before Jane, too, falls into a deep slumber.
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Maura feels miserable. She is leaning over the toilet dry heaving. Cold beads of sweat rolling down her temple. She woke a few minutes ago, pre-dawn leaving her bedroom in a faint blue glow, to relief her bladder. Turns out her streak of luck with morning sickness so far might be over. Though she had been nauseous the last view days from various smells through out the day, she didn't have to actually throw up. She just hopes that she feels better by the time she has to face the first autopsy today. The thought alone makes her stomach churn once more, acid bale rising up her throat.
"Maura?" the deep raspy voice of Jane vibrating through the closed bathroom door. "You alright?"
As an answer she gets a sound of discomfort, close to a mewl. Not caring wether Maura is decent or not she barges in through the door. Spotting the doctor gripping the toilet she closes the distance and sweeps honey blonde hair back out of Maura's face. She sits behind her and pulls her into her lap, her left hand starting soothing circles on her back.
"You could have woken me up, you know?"
Maura drops her gaze. "I didn't want to disturb you. It's not like I can't handle some morning sickness on my own."
"I know you can handle it on your own, but you don't have to. Whatever it is, I'll always be there for you. Even if it is just to hold back your hair while you throw your guts out."
"Jane, language." But Maura isn't serious. She turns her upper body into Jane's, head resting in her new favorite place. Thick black curls, smelling like home. Comfort. Jane.
They sit like this for another few minutes, Jane caressing Maura's back, Maura breathing in Jane's lavender smell until she is sure she doesn't have to throw up anymore.
Jane helps her up and hands her a warm wet washcloth for her face. "Thanks."
"Freshen up a bit and I'll make you some tea."
Maura nods in gratitude.
Sun is just peeking up the horizon when Maura pads into her kitchen. Jane has made herself a coffee and holds out another mug with ginger tea for Maura. Their hands brushing as she takes it from Jane.
"Are you hungry?" Jane asks her.
Maura makes a face. "Not yet." She leans her body heavily at the counter. The warmth of the tea bringing back some heat in her hands and a better feeling inside as the hot liquid runs down her throat.
Jane puts a compassionate hand on her shoulder squeezing softly. "You can always go back to bed. It's still early."
Maura turns to face Jane. "No, it will disturb my sleep cycle." Jane couldn't help but chuckle. "Only you would say that after puking for the better part of an hour." Maura narrows her eyes at her. "Jane."
"Maura." Jane teases. "At least rest a bit an the couch with me? It's just 6 am and my sleep cycle isn't full yet."
"Fine."
Jane flips on the TV for some news and settles on her back on the couch. Not leaving Maura thinking about how to position herself with literally no space left on her couch, Jane tucks her on top of herself so that she is wedged between the back of the couch, half of her body laying on top of Jane. She lets her head rest on Jane's chest, facing the TV. The brunette starts to absentmindedly draw shapes with her thumps on Maura's back, the motion lulling the smaller woman to sleep in no time.
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"This is all your fault!" Maura accuses Jane for being late. A whole hour late. Something that never happened to the good doctor before.
Jane rolls her eyes as she jabs the UP button for the elevator. "It's not like you put up much of a fight to not fall asleep again."
To be honest Jane had counted on Maura to at least wake up in time to have enough time left to get ready for work. Instead it was Angela who woke them both at 8.30 am as she headed into Maura's kitchen to make herself some breakfast.
Than Maura wasn't able to pick an outfit that fit or that she deemed good enough for work. Traffic was a bitch as well. Now it was nearly 10 o'clock and Maura glared at Jane.
"See who decided to join the working class." Frost voice pipes up from behind them. Cup of coffee in his hands. "If this isn't our favorite duo."
Korsak is at his side, his mouth currently filled with a sugary donut. His belly moves with his silent chuckles.
"The good doctor couldn't decide what to wear." Jane makes a face at Maura.
"That's not true Jane!" Maura exclaims and swats her upper arm.
Seeing Jane and Maura bicker back and forth just makes Frost and Korsak laugh harder. When the elevator down to the morgue arrives Maura strides into it, head held high. She turns around to look at the three detectives. Glaring at Jane.
"Wow, Jane. What did you do to the doc?" Korsak asks innocently when the door has closed.
Jane throws her hands in the air "Nothing. She hates being late, but I wasn't the one who needed half an hour to decide what to wear."
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Her fingertips are trailing down milky flesh. Maura's thigh quivers under her touch.
"Jane," her name moaned from the most beautiful woman in the world.
She closes her lips around a soft nipple, causing it to erect in her mouth. Her tongue circles around the small peak, sucking lightly. Her other hand gently twisting the other one.
Maura arches into her touch as she kisses her way down to soft folds.
"Jane," Maura moans once more.
"Jane."
Jane's eyes are closed, she hears her name being called in the distance.
"Jane!" a heavy thud rises her out of her daydream. Her eyes pop open.
"Jesus, Frost!" The younger detective has dropped a big pile of files on her desk. She feels her cheeks turning red.
"Just where have you been, Jane?" he smirks.
"What?" she stutters. "I've been thinking. About the case."
"If you say so," he sing-songs.
She stands and straightens her blazer. "I'm going down to the morgue."
"What's with the paperwork?" Frost calls after her.
"Not going to run away, is it?" she shouts back over her shoulder.
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A/N
So, no real drama with Richard. Yet. But you can count on Jane getting all cave-woman.