She climbs slowly onto the bed. It shifts under her weight. She smiles despite the simplicity of a sunken mattress.
Softly she calls out Maura's name as her arms wrap around Maura.
She takes special care to hold Maura close without jostling Maura too much; she wants to wake her, not to scare the wits out of her.
"Maura?" She softly calls.
She breathes in the scent of Maura's hair, she savours the warmth of Maura's back pressed against her, and she softly speaks again Maura's name.
She smiles against Maura's back, and presses a kiss to Maura's shoulder - Maura's wearing her t-shirt again.
"Maura?" She calls again as she brings Maura closer to her.
"Maura?" She misses the sound of her name.
She can see them, together again. Maura in her arms and this time she knows that Maura's okay, that she isn't dreaming, and that Maura's here. Maura's alright and she's awake. She wraps her arms tighter around Maura and she kisses again Maura's back.
She can feel both the warmth and hear the exhale that escapes out of Maura as she holds Maura close to her.
She shuts her eyes, and considers if maybe, she can just rest tonight and awake next to Maura, together with Maura; she still wants Maura to sleep, she wants Maura rested.
"Goodnight Maura," she whispers, "I'll see you in the morning," she promises as she leans against Maura. She can feel the warmth of Maura against her. She can hear Maura's breathing; and she's holding Maura close to her - feeling her warmth and closeness, her being right here.
She chances a quick peek, at the ceiling filled with stars.
"Thank you," again she whispers, "Thank you for watching over me," she kisses Maura's shoulder as she takes in a deep and heavy breath - relishing in Maura's scent.
Maura stirs then, and Maura turns in her arms.
She watches and she waits.
She watches and she waits - breath held and smiling despite the wild beating in her chest.
Maura's going to see her, and Maura's going to see her.
She smiles and she waits, for her wife to wake up and see her too awake, and right here.
"Maura?" She says again the name she misses, and the one word she had repeated over and over on the cab ride over. She would never tire of saying Maura's beautiful name. She smiles. She would never tire of saying Maura Dorothea Isles.
Maura's eyelids flutter back and she knows that this is the moment - the moment when Maura knows that she's with her, that Jane Rizzoli's in front of her, that Jane Clementine Rizzoli is with her.
She smiles wider at the smile that greets her.
"Jane?" Maura calls, and she tears - because this time, her answer can be heard.
"Yes Maura," she smiles and her hands are firm and warm on Maura's back, "I'm here."