Jane looks away first.

With disappointment heavy in her heart, Maura wishes that she could say that she was surprised. They both lay there, on Frankie's bed, for a long time before any of the women speak again.

"Did you ever listen to them?", Jane asks. Maura follows her gaze, seeing Jane focused on one of Frankie's posters. "What am I saying, of course you didn't listen to them. You probably were blasting some Beethoven song while you studied Latin."

Maura smiles to herself, thinking about 17-year-old Maura Isles. She had braces back then, which made her even more insecure as she grew into her body. Back then, boys used to ask her out on a dare or as some type of punishment for losing a bet. Maura could still hear them laughing as they called her names. The boys who were less superficial had pretended to befriend her before using her to cheat on their exams. She thought about all the times she helped a "friend" with their homework just to find out that they were using her as a free tutor. The girls weren't much better. She didn't have many friends as she always found it difficult to connect with girls her age, who preferred to obsess over their latest crush or some pop star twice as old as they were. Instead, she had immersed herself in books, letting herself get carried away in imaginary worlds as she befriended characters set on their own adventures. It sounds sad, but it made Maura feel less lonely. With an emotionally absent mother and a father who was on an airplane flying around the world more than he was home, Maura had learned how to navigate life by herself. She often wished she had a sibling to spend time with and was often envious when she watched Jane and Frankie interact.

Maura spent hours locked in her room alone and although she did have a particular affinity for classical music, there was also one band that had made her feel alive. She listened to them secretly, not wanting her traditional mother to find out lest her mother worry that it would interfere with Maura's development as a "cultured woman". And that band, well, it was Bon Jovi. She had a similar poster hanging up on the inside of her closet, where her mother would never see. Maura used to crawl into the space, laying down on a stack of pillows as she read scientific articles and listened to them.

"Actually, I have," Maura admits. "I used to listen to them all the time. They were my guilty pleasure and they helped me survive a lot of challenging things back when I was a teenager."

Completely shocked and incredibly interested, Jane turns in the bed, leaning on her elbow as she faces Maura. "You're messing with me, aren't you?"

Maura laughs. "No, Jane. I used to have the biggest crush on Jon Bon Jovi. I had a poster that looks like Frankie's and I used to stare at it for hours."

Jane smirks, "I would have never expected that coming from you. You know, that poster was actually mine. I got it when I saw them in concert in '94. My tickets were a gift courtesy of pops as an apology for not being able to afford to send me to college."

Feeling sympathy for Jane, Maura gives Jane a sad smile. "I remember the day you told me that you had actually gotten into BCU when you were younger. And how you never told your father. I admire you for that and that was so incredibly selfless of you to do."

"It worked out. I would've wasted a lot of money in college just to come out and end up a detective anyway."

Maura thinks about how privileged her life has been and feels lucky that she never had to worry about college. In fact, her mother had made it very clear since Maura was young that she was to attend the most prestigious and respected university.

"Jane. Did you say that you saw them in '94? In Boston?", Maura asks, shifting so that she is sitting halfway up as well.

"Yeah. Summer of '94. I had a unibrow back then and I was even skinnier than I am now," Jane responds.

"Was it at The Rat?"

Jane sits up. "Yeah, how do you know that?"

Maura can't believe what she is hearing. "The Rat, officially known as The Rathskeller. It was on 528 Commonwealth Avenue and it was where every rock and roll band wanted to play back in the day. Of course I know it."

Jane almost forgets that Maura had spent a good amount of time growing up in Boston too. "It was my favorite place. I still remember when it closed in '97. I had just joined the force after finishing junior college. It broke my heart," Jane says as waves of nostalgia wash over her.

"I also know it because I was at that exact concert," Maura says, watching Jane's reaction.

With her eyes wide and her jaw completely open, Jane looks at Maura's face for any sign of lying. "No way!", her normally husky voice now a few pitches higher.

"Oh, yes way. I still remember the embarrassing outfit that I had worn. There was enough hairspray in my hair to have started a fire if I had danced too hard," Maura shares, making Jane hold her stomach and laugh.

"I was dressed in a humiliating outfit too. Ma might have a picture lying around somewhere. She caught me sneaking back in after the concert and made me pose for a picture. It was so bad," Jane says. "Where were you standing during the concert?"

"Stage left. I also had a crush on the bassist and I wanted to be right in front of him," Maura says, twirling her hair as she thinks about that night.

"I was there too, Maura. What the hell? Maybe we were right next to each other and we didn't even know it."

As if she needed any other sign from the universe that Jane was her soulmate.

"That is highly possible. The Rat was a pretty small venue back then. I had never been packed in so tightly with other people before," Maura says as she grimaces, thinking about the sweaty bodies that she had rubbed against as the band played. "Did you go alone?"

Jane feels the texture of Frankie's sheets distractedly. "Yeah, I did. My high school boyfriend had ditched me at the senior prom and we had originally made plans to go together so I ended up going alone. Did you?"

Maura laughs. "Oh, I definitely did. I told my mother that I had to stay late and tutor a classmate."

Jane smiles at Maura, wiggling her eyebrows. "I told ma that I had soccer practice that night."

As the two women bond over their mutual love for the band, Maura feels better than she has in months.

"I want to know more about teenage and young adult Maura," Jane says. Jane is laying on her stomach now, facing Maura as the shorter woman sits cross-legged.

"What would you like to know specifically?" Maura asks.

"Well, when did you know that you liked women?"

Maura pulls her legs up to her chest. "I've always known. I remember having crushes on other girls starting from when I was in kindergarten. It wasn't until college that I felt liberated enough to explore that attraction."

"Any steady girlfriends?" Jane asks. She enjoyed getting to know this side of Maura.

"A few. One in college and one in medical school."

Jane holds the weight of her head up using her hand. "Were you guys serious?"

Looking off into space, Maura's lips curved upwards. "One of them was. Abby. We were lab partners and teammates on our equestrian team."

Jane chuckles. "The team that you were on when you rode that horse naked to protest budget cuts?"

Maura's eyes lit up. "Of course you remember that story. Yes. It was that one."

"What was she like?"

"Brave," Maura says. "She was not afraid to speak her mind and I respected that she stood up for those without a voice. We used to go to protests and marches all the time. She taught me that it was okay to be who I am."

"She sounds like a good person."

Maura rocks herself back and forth. "She was. Abby was very wonderful to me and I will always be grateful that she was my first love."

Jane senses another story hidden in Maura's sentence. "Was?"

Maura looks down at the bed. "She passed during my second year of medical school. Merkel cell carcinoma, one of the rarest types of cancer. Abby was the one who convinced me to actually apply for medical school."

Putting a hand on Maura's arm, Jane speaks softly. "Maura, I am so sorry. That is horrible."

"Yeah. It was. I almost had to drop out after it happened. I was devastated."

Jane hands Maura a tissue as she sheds a few tears. "I can imagine."

"Enough about me," Maura says. "Who was your first love?"

Jane lays back down. "That's the thing, I don't think I've ever had one."

Maura is surprised. She had always assumed that it was one of Jane's old boyfriends. "How so?"

"I've never really been in love with any of my boyfriends. At least not in the way that I should have been. When Casey came around, I thought maybe I felt something similar to it for him but I now realize that it was just hopeful thinking. Maybe I'm just not cut out for love."

As she puts her hand on Jane's chin, Maura leans in a little. "Don't say that. You deserve love in its most raw and earth-shattering form."

What Maura didn't say was how badly she wanted to be the one who showed Jane what that type of love was like. After weeks of no contact, Maura wasn't sure exactly where they stood. She wanted to respect Jane's boundaries while also making sure that she didn't scare her away forever.

"Where do we go from here, Jane?" Maura asks.

Jane looks up with tears in her eyes. "I wish I knew."