A/N- This is a bit of a filler chapter to lead into the case R&I are working. Kind of short, but enjoy and please review!

Maura opened her eyes the next morning to Jane jumping out of her bed in a panic. She had been awake for a few minutes already, but noticing that Jane's arm was draped over her own and her bare leg was up under Jane's, she pretended to still be asleep.

"What's wrong?" she mumbled to Jane sleepily.

"Damnit, Maura, it's past nine!"

Maura sat up instantly. Her head spun and she groaned. The sun shone through the thin curtains in her bedroom and she knew they were in trouble. She was supposed to be at work two hours ago, and Jane probably even earlier.

"Five missed calls from Korsak and two from Frost," Jane said, her voice even raspier than usual.

"I'm never late," Maura whined.

"Get your ass up then!"

Maura rolled her eyes at Jane and threw her pillow at her best friend.

"Not funny, Maur," Jane threw it back. "I don't even have anything to wear!"

"Far left side of the closet."

"Seriously?" Jane asked.

She opened the closet and saw three tops and pairs of pants of hers. No wonder she felt like she was always running out of clothes. Apparently, half of them were at Maura's. She pulled clothes out and started to change. She heard Maura sigh behind her and she turned to look at her friend.

Maura quickly looked away when Jane turned around, not wanting to be caught staring. Jane gave her kind of a funny look, but Maura ignored it and got herself out of bed. She joined Jane near the closet and found some of her more comfortable designer clothes. Her head was pounding and she rubbed her temples, leaning against the wall to ease some of her dizziness.

"You okay, Maur?" Jane asked in a concerned voice, putting her hand lightly on Maura's arm.

"I guess I drank a little too much last night," Maura answered sheepishly.

"I'll go get you some coffee and headache medicine while I call Korsak."

"Thanks, Jane."

Maura took a deep breath and hurried through the motions of getting ready for work. She put her hair up in a ponytail and decided to skip makeup. She found Jane in the kitchen and gratefully accepted the medicine, glass of water, and coffee to go.

"Decided to go low-key for once?" Jane joked.

Maura blushed and looked at the floor.

"I knew I should've washed my hair and done my makeup. I just feel so awful. Do I really look that bad? Give me ten more minutes..."

Jane stopped Maura's rambling by gripping her shoulders.

"Maura, stop. You're beautiful."

"Are you sure, Jane? Because I can..."

"It's actually really sexy to see you kind of disheveled and not all perfectly put together," Jane interrupted without thinking.

"Did you just call me sexy?" Maura raised her eyebrows.

Jane bit her lip and headed straight for the front door, picking up her badge and gun on the way.

"C'mon, Maur, we are so late."

Maura followed Jane out, locking the door behind them. She opened the driver's side door to her car, but was hit by a wave of nausea. She paused and closed her eyes, breathing deeply, willing it to pass.

"Maura?" Jane questioned.

Maura didn't answer right away, as she was still trying to ease her queasiness.

"Let me drive," Jane commanded, coming around to the driver's side.

Maura felt too badly to argue.

"Are we in trouble for being late?"

"Korsak said Cavanaugh hasn't even been in yet today," Jane replied. "Do you want to stay home?"

"No, I'm fine, Jane. Besides, it would be irresponsible of me to miss work over something like drinking too much alcohol."

"Are you sure that's what it is? I didn't think you really drank that much."

"There's nothing else it could be," Maura gave Jane a reassuring smile.

When they arrived at the station, Jane tried to help Maura out of the car, but Maura shook her off. She was feeling better now and was in a hurry to get down to the morgue and finish the retired detective's autopsy. Just as they walked through the front doors, their cell phones started ringing simultaneously. Both women picked up their phones.

"Rizzoli."

"Isles."