Black liquid flowed off her body and became lighter and lighter with each wash. Olivia runs her hand through her hair, looking in the mirror. The auburn hair was gone and in its place was a jet black. Her eyebrows were dyed a dark brown to match. Olivia pulls a shirt over her head, shaking the droplets of water off as she exits the bathroom. On the edge of the bed, Sarah is looking through passports of all different colors.
"Liv, who do you feel like being this time? Ashley from Pittsburgh, Lucia from Colombia, or Sasha from Serbia?" Sarah says as she spreads the passports out for Olivia to choose from.
Olivia points at the red passport and walks over to the desk, sitting down.
"Serbia it is. Welcome, Sasha."
In the background, the news is on. A generic broadcaster reports on the latest string of armed robberies and Olivia tunes out his voice as she turns to Sarah. "What are we going to do about that tape?" she asks.
Sarah answers her without looking up, still deciding which identity she wants to embody. She flips through all of the passports open-mindedly. "I was hoping we could send it when that detective least expects it. I want her to be all buddy-buddy with Maura again before she sees Maura in that recording and is disgusted by her."
Olivia grins, walking over to Sarah as she straddles the other woman. "I love how your mind works, you know that? You are one toxic bitch." Sarah laughs, flipping them both over so she is on top of Olivia now.
"You have no idea."
The two women spend the rest of the day in bed without a worry, as the trail had gone cold for the Boston Police Department. No one was looking for them in New York City, one of the busiest places on the entire planet.
Back in Boston, Jane was bouncing on the tips of her toes as music blasted through her headphones. Sweat dripped off her face in fat droplets as she beat her hands on the punching bag in front of her until blood gathered on her knuckles. She was dressed in a black sports bra and grey running shorts, with her abs glistening from the sweat. Maura watches her from the door, looking her over from top to bottom with hunger. As Jane makes contact with the punching bag, Maura observes with appreciation how Jane's arms flex. Even Jane's forearms are muscular.
Jane stops her assault on the bag for a brief moment, reaching for the water bottle next to her. As she does so, she catches Maura out of the side of her eye. Yanking the headphones out of her ears, she starts unwrapping her hands.
"Hey, you," she smiles as she wipes sweat from her face using the back of her hand. She catches Maura looking at her chest, watching as it rises and falls from Jane's heavy breaths. Maura bites her lip slightly, forcing the urge to throw herself at the taller woman.
"Good morning, Jane. You're up early," Maura says with a voice throatier than normal. Jane walks over to her and Maura feels her legs become weaker the closer Jane gets.
"Yeah, uh, couldn't sleep. Thought this would help. I have a lot of pent-up energy now that I'm not out there tackling runners," Jane says with a wide smirk. Maura thinks about how she wishes that Jane would use that energy on her and stops herself before her blushing gets any worse.
"I can relate to that. I've been doing more yoga than normal as well. Has it been working?" Maura asks innocently.
Jane throws the towel around her neck, wiping the final remnants of sweat off her forehead. "I'll let you know when it does," Jane says. "I'm gonna shower, is that okay?"
Maura gulps, her mind running wild at the imagery associated with Jane's sentence. She nods, "Of course. You can use the bathroom in my bedroom if you would like."
Jane smiles in appreciation and soon after, Maura hears the water running.
"Maur, can you come in here a second?" Jane shouts. Maura opens the door and sees that steam has already gathered on her bathroom mirror. She peeks from behind the half-open door, looking for Jane.
"Yes?" Maura asks.
"Can you help me get this off? It's too tight and I haven't had full range of my arms since I got shot," Jane says as she tugs at the black bra.
"So you feel good enough to throw punches at solid objects but you can't remove a bra, Jane? Are you sure your physician cleared you for engaging in this type of exercise?" Maura questions.
"Relax, Maura. It's good for my mobility, or whatever he said. I need to stay in shape or this leave of absence is going to make me desk duty bound for life," Jane says, breathing a sigh of relief out as the bra is brought up her shoulders. Maura looks at Jane's back, the muscles defined as a few scars from Jane's days as an athlete and hero cop command her attention. She brings her hand up, tracing these scars slightly as Jane's breath hitches.
"I'm sorry. Did that hurt?" Maura asks as her eyebrows are raised in concern.
"No, it's okay. Your hands are just cold," Jane replies as she turns around to face the shorter woman. Maura holds her hand against Jane's side as she closes the gap between them. Jane's eyes drop down to Maura's lips as she holds her breath, feeling the weight of the tension between the two women.
The sound of Maura's doorbell ringing interrupts them. Jane curses under her breath, beginning to get frustrated at how often this had happened lately. Maura blinks several times to bring herself out of the daze that she was just in as she laughs dryly.
"Excuse me, I should get that."
Jane doesn't look up, instead pulling the strings on the waistband of her running shorts as she thinks about how close they were to finally kissing each other. Maybe it was all in her head, she thought. If Maura wanted Jane, wouldn't she have made it happen by now? After all, Maura was an ambitious woman. She steps into the shower, cranking the heat up on the dial as it washes away her thoughts and worries. Jane isn't sure how long she remains there under the scalding water. She hears Maura's laugh travel through the vent and wonders who was at the door.
As Maura walks down the stairs, she ponders who it could be. Perhaps it was Angela with more food or Frost with some beer for Jane. It could even be Korsak, bringing along a furry friend to cheer the women up. She looks through the peephole and gasps.
With a V-neck, shark-tooth necklace, and a five o'clock shadow, there was only one man that it could be. Maura opens the door with her hand grasping her blouse, unable to believe her eyes.
Maura's name is said in a sultry, Australian accent.
"Hello, love."
She feels a pull of attraction to him as their eyes meet and Maura is reminded of all of their history.
Maura smiles welcomingly. "Is that really you, Ian?"