Idk I'm just not feeling it, I feel as though this is terribly written and boring so I'm sorry but I'm updating it because I'd feel bad if I put it off for much longer.

Sorry it took so long, I'm a busy bee.

Please please review and let me know how to improve.

Music is a constant, something to grip on to when the earth is shaking. Music is loyalty, something to rely on when the people that matter the most have walked away. Music is water, something clear and rich that you couldn't go on without. Music is oxygen, the air you breathe, the sky you look at, the blanket that surrounds you during the night when the monsters in your head are roaring at their loudest. Music is life.

Jane watched from the corner of the room, standing behind the door way and peeking through the small gap in the partially opened door. Maura was sitting on the floor of her rehearsal room, eyes closed and guitar in hand. Her voice was raw and quiet but powerful and soulful at the same time. She was miles away, the music carrying her away from the room and up into the sky, past the atmosphere, into zero gravity.

"Come away with me in the night. Come away with me and I will write you a song..."

Music had always had an effect on Jane, just like it did everyone else. But until she saw Maura singing, she never knew it was possible to be so connected to something. It was like Maura had melodies running through her veins instead of blood, like her heart moved to the beat of the songs she was singing. Her body moved with the music, everything flowed more elegantly when words were whispering through her mouth in a 4/4 tempo.

She wanted to walk into the room, scoop Maura into her arms, and hold her close while she played. There was just something about the way her eyes closed lightly, the way her hair fell messy over her face, the way her foot tapped the floor with the music, it was just slightly breathtaking.

"come away with me on a bus. Come away where they cant tempt us with their lies."

Her hands moved up the guitar to the first fret and her head dropped while the pace of her strumming sped and strengthened like the height of a storm, loud and powerful and beautiful.

Jane closed her eyes.

She had never felt so at ease.

"I want to walk with you on a cloudy day in a field where the yellow grass grows knee high."

Sometimes, when you love a song, you want to tear it up into tiny pieces so that you can study it all. Every note, every word, all the ups and the downs, the crescendos and the staccatos, what the minor or major notes represent. Sometimes, when you love a song, when you really love a song, you want to let it sink into your pores, let it float through your system; let it take you anywhere it goes. You listen to it, over and over and over again, so that you understand everything, so that you love everything, and when you love that song enough, it becomes a part of you.

Everyone has that song.

That One song.

"Close your eyes."

She was nineteen and she and her friend, Lucy, had been driving for almost three hours to a mystery destination when the engine stopped and Lucy spoke up.

"What? No. Come on, it's dark and wet outside, I'll fall."

But Lucy gave her a look that proved she wasn't letting in anytime soon. Jane picked friends that were just as stubborn as her. So, she crossed her arms, let out a displeased sigh, and closed her eyes.

"Okay, I'm gonna keep driving and I want you to keep 'em closed…okay?"

"I don't understand why we're doing this…it's not my birthday!"

But Lucy just laughed and Jane could feel the car move over broken up gravel and dirt. She could feel a nip in the air, and she grudged herself for not putting on a jacket, knowing all too well that Lucy never turned on the heater in the car and wherever they were going was bound to be just as cold. The radio was quiet, but she listened closely to the music coming from the speaker, soon she was humming along to Fleetwood Mac, Landslide.

"okay, we're here. Just keep 'em eyes shut and I'll guide you inside."

After walking for a while, she felt a rush of warmth sweep over her arms, she could smell old beer and food stalls, hear the buzz of a thousand people talking amongst themselves.

"Open."

It took her a moment, but she recognised this place from the music magazine she read weekly. Boston's best venue. It was a small place, with badly painted architecture and cheap lighting, but the stories that made up the walls made it feel so much more alive. Like, she could close her eyes and imagine ACDC playing here, Queen, The Beatles. She smiled and turned to see Lucy holding up a white ticket in her hand which read 'Radiohead'.

The first song they played in front of the crowd was creep. It was that song that Jane knew she would remember for the rest of her life. She would remember their faces while they sang it, remember the way the air smelled and the way the crowd sang along. She would remember that performance until the day she died, and she would listen to that song on repeat every day for the rest of her life.

Of course, other songs came along in time that she loved equally as much. But nothing quite compared to seeing something live for the first time, something that made her heart hurt and tears stream down her face.

That was her song. That song. The one song that she could count on loving every day for the next 100 years.

Jane knocked on the door lightly and Maura looked up with a small grin on her face, gesturing for Jane to come in and sit next to her on the cold wooden flooring. She turned to face Maura and she smiled. It felt right; like she was always supposed to be there, like Maura had always been a part of her, like she was home.

"I played piano when I was younger." She looked towards Maura with a small grin on her face after she'd said the words. It had been a long time since she talked about the piano, even longer since she'd played. It was one of the things Hoyt took away. Jane used the term younger when, in reality, it had only been 13 months since she had last touched her piano. Since then, it had been pushed into the corner of her living room and left to collect dust.

"You did?" If Maura was shocked, she managed to hide it well.

"A little, yeah. I mean, I was good at it I suppose."

"And you stopped?"

"Yeah…A long time ago. It just wasn't for me."

Maura simply nodded and kept her line of vision towards the floor for a moment before saying, quietly "Have you ever played in front of anyone?"

"School recitals."

Jane smiled, remembering the feeling of sitting down at the piano when she was just in third grade in front of 100 people. Remembering the fear that had her pretending she was sick to her mother, remembering their faces when she finished her rendition of the entertainer and walking off stage. She promised she wouldn't do it again, but she did, every year until she left school.

"play for me."

Jane managed half a smile and pushed herself off the floor, before she exited the room; she looked back and shook her head. "Maybe one day."

By the time she had made it out of the room, she could hear Maura strumming her guitar strings and humming the music to a different song. It was like she understood never to push her buttons and it was something that Jane really appreciated. Her whole life, she had never met someone who listed to her when she said 'I don't really feel like talking.' Everyone would push and push without taking into consideration that she was the type of person who bottled things up. But then Maura came along and just understood that, when Jane was quiet, it wasn't a dig at Maura, but just a plea to be left alone.

She made it to the very end of the large hall where the front door stood and, hanging out of the letter box, there was a white envelope with her name on it. Slowly, she opened it up and read the letter inside.

Dearest Jane.

It's fascinating really, how these things work out. You see, I've always had a keen eye for miss isles, mainly because I understand her deep understanding and love for the medical world, but also because of her charming good looks and her wicked smile. The thing is, though, I knew she was going to go to Boston at somepoint. I knew she would be looking for extra security when she got there and, somehow, I knew she would pick you.

While I find her deliciously perky and wonderful, I am also very glad that things worked out this way. Now I get two for the price of one, I suppose.

It's good to see you smile again, I thought for sure that every shred of happiness had been wiped away a long time ago.

It's not so good to see Maura so happy…I wanted her 'all to myself'. I'm sure by now, there is a guilty, heavy feeling in the pit of your stomach. 'oh no deary me, I led him to my dear sweet Maura, oh no.' but simply the truth is…I probably would have found her either way.

I hope your hands don't hurt too much, because you are going to want to have them ready for what's coming soon.

Say hi to Maura for me.

You know who (:

Just like that, the air was gone from her lungs; the ground was gone from her feet. The sound of Maura playing guitar had been replaced with the loud rushing sound of her blood in her ears. The panic attacks had been gone for so long, she had forgotten how much they terrified her. She could register nothing but fear, nothing but agony. With every ounce of the tiny shred of energy she had left, she called Maura's name and, in what seemed like a lifetime, she was being held by two safe arms, while she fell to the floor with a cry.