So, guys. I have another update for this story. I will warn you again, I again have adapted some parts from another story again because at some things I suck. I hope you will like this chapter anyway. Enjoy. Yes, I almost forgot to mention, the rating change from T to M from here.

T73.

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Jane is realizing that she neglected her workout since the day she has met the blonde and that's the reason why she has decided to make a long run before she went to her apartment and get ready for work.
After she woke up this morning she has a bad headache and she can't explain why. She hasn't bumped her head or got a bad blow to it, and she wasn't drunk last night. And she also want to forget all these confusing thoughts she always has as soon as she isn't around Maura. She won't exactly forget them but sort them.
On one hand she has to focus on her current case and in the other hand she wants to find out why on earth she can't stay away from Maura for longer than a couple of hours.
A deep growl is escaping from her throat and she increases her speed.
She just wants to clear her head and focus on what she loves most, being a cop with fresh eyes.
She stops panting at a corner and tries to take a really deep breath, staring up at the sky. She can't explain why she can't think of nothing else but Dr. Maura Isles.
Jane is about to continue her run and frowns as soon as she spots a white-haired woman who has thick lines in her face and who is tanned by the sub.
The Italian has no idea why she's suddenly walking in the direction of the older woman, but she has the feeling that she has to follow her if she wants to have some answers.
She follows her into a abandoned alley and frowns deeply when she finds only herself in it.
"Hello, Jane," says an raspy, female voice with an accent.
A shiver runs down the Italian's spine and she swirls around, her hand on her left hip bone where normally her gun would be. "Jesus," she breathes as she looks into the older woman's face. "Ma'am, you really can't sneak upon a stranger like that."
"I see no stranger," the woman replies with a smile."
Jane's looking confused at her. "Have we ever met? What's your name?"
"My name is Harild," the older woman answers, still smiling. "And I know what burden you are carrying with you."
The Italian furl her eyebrows and watches Harild closely. "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, who you are or why you pretend to know me." she takes a step back as Harild wants to place a hand on her heart. "Hey, watch it!"
"Your heart is loaded with -" Harild says and frown. "I can help you to see clearly, Jane, to understand."
Jane chuckles to that she's a little bit scared of the woman. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"I can help you to see who you really are," the older woman says and finally places her on the brunette's heart. She's frowning deeply as nothing happens. "You've withdrawn yourself really deep, too deep."
Jane steps back and furrow her eyebrows. "What the hell are you doing?"
Harild is looking long at her. "You don't recognize me?"
"No!" Jane replies emphatically.

The older woman has a confused expression and places her hand once again on Jane's heart, but this time the Italian doesn't flinch. "You have to look deep into your heart to find out who you really are and to find out for whom your heart is really looking for. I know that you are carry a heavy burden with you."
Jane is frowning deeply and suddenly a odd feeling is bubbling up inside her. "Who the hell are you?" She whispers.
Harild smiles soothingly. "I can be you solution. I can put you to rest."
"Put me to rest," Jane asks skeptically.
Harild smiles and nods. "Yes. You should talk to her."
"Talk to - Lady, I have absolutely no idea what you mean," Jane replies.
Harild furrows her eyebrows. "You know exactly what I mean."
Jane says nothing and is looking for the first thought that comes to her mind. "Maura," the name slips from her mouth.
Harild nods agreeing. "I think she has to tell you a lot of things, explain a lot of things to you."
Jane slowly shakes her head. "I don't understand."
The older points at Jane's chest. "Deep down in your heart you do understand. You have all the answers in you, you just have to accept it."
"Accept what," Jane asks with an high-pitched voice. "You're confusing me like hell."
"You know what I am talking about when you start to listen," Harild replies before she's leaving the alley again.
The brunette stares more confused than ever after the older woman and her shoulders are slumping.
She's asking herself what the hell just happened and what this crazy woman was talking about. She takes a deep breath and takes her phone from her pocket, writing a text message.
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Slowly but surely Maura is getting desperate even more as she looks into Carl's patient room.
Emma sighs heavily while she studies his chart. "We tried pain meds, treated him for pyelanephritis, but it could be something more serious, so we did a CMG."
Dr. Brighton glares at Maura and frowns. "You did a CMG for a UTI? Why would you even look for -"
"Because we were out of ideas!" Maura cuts him off. "The CMG was negative so we went back to a possible neurological cause. So if we could get a better look, if you could give us permission to get a 3D MRI we could maybe, just possibly -"
"This kid's been in the ER four times in the last three weeks, Sir," Emma jumps in. "Because the pain meds aren't working. Why can't we -"
"Five thousand dollars, Dr. Marsden." Brighton interrupts her harshly.
"Sir?"
"That's how much you or Dr. Isles has to put up to cover that scan. Otherwise, you can cone with me to my board meeting this afternoon and explain why you're running this hospital like it's a charity."
Maura's staring after her boss and furrows thoughtfully her eyebrows.

Emma recognizes this expression immediately and steps closer. "You're not really considering this as a option, are you?"
Maura looks long at her and raises briefly her eyebrows. "I do have the money and the opportunity, Emma."
"You worked your ass off for that money," Emma hisses. "You can't just throw it away for a stranger because you are thinking that you have found the reincarnation of the love of life."
Maura starts walking and takes her phone from the pocket of her white lab coat. "You're right, it's my money, and I worked my butt off for it. I can spend it for whatever I want to."
"Then go and buy yourself a new pair of shoes," Emma counters and stops to walk. "Maura? Maura! For heaven's sake, you're not Mother Teresa."
Maura just raises an hand before she rounds a corner.
Emma's shoulders are slumping and she's rolling her eyes. "Maura!"
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The blonde is sitting in a fancy restaurant and is sipping her second glass of wine as a handsome, dark-haired man sits down across from her.
She tries to look politely at him. "I have ordered your favorite wine. And I've ordered antipasti even though I don't know if you want some, but I thought it would be appropriated because you always liked it."
"It was inappropriate." He says as he loosen his red tie. "Not to mention manipulative and stupid. Really? Antipasti? I always hated it. I ate it just because of you."
The smile on Maura's lips disappears again and she clears her throat. "I know, Adam. Listen, I know you have every right to be mad at me, but I ran out of options. So -"
"It's a expensive test!" Dr. Adam Cullen says louder and some heads are turning to them. "There was no indication! There's a reason Brighton turned you down!"
Maura furrows her eyebrows. "So you didn't do it."
He runs both of his hands over his face and groans. "Of course I did it, Maura. You know I would, that's why you sent this kid to me."
Maura starts to beam relieved. "Thank you."
He holds up a hand. "No. Don't thank me yet. The scan didn't show anything."
"What?" Maura replies and leans forward. "Come on. Nothing?"
He shakes his head and sips his wine. "No."
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Maura arrived at her house and is about to fish her keys out of her purse.
"Hey."
Maura swirls around and closes relieved her eyes for a second as she sees Jane's face. "Oh, my. Jane!"
Jane smiles apologetically at the smaller woman. "Sorry."
Maura puts a hand on the Italian's chest and frowns. "Please tell me that we were supposed to go out tonight and that I've forgot it."
Jane starts to chuckle. "What? No. I just wanted to check on you after you seemed to be a little off this morning."
Maura smiles broadly and rubs Jane's arms. "That's very sweet of you, and I am happy to see you. But would you mind when ... How can I say this without hurting your feelings? Uh, I had a very long day and I could use a night for myself."
Jane furl slightly her eyebrows and nods understand. "Yeah, no. That's totally fine with me. I ... I also had a strange day and I could need a night alone to sort my thoughts, and I don't want to impose you. I should have called or text you."
All of a sudden Maura's feeling guilty. "Jane, you didn't impose. It's just ... I really had a hard day."
Jane's nodding again. "I can understand that. After such days I also need some time for myself. But ... Can I kiss you?"
Maura starts to beam broadly. "Of course you can, Jane."
Jane is stepping closer and connects their lips gently.
Maura sighs relieved and wraps her arms around the Italian's neck. She doesn't complain as Jane deepens the kiss and moans as Jane let her hands roam over her butt, and she steps impossible close.
Jane breaks the kiss and starts to kiss the blonde's neck. "I can't stop when you're make these sounds," she mumbles as Maura moans again.
Maura's closing her eyes and bites her bottom lip. "Maybe I don't want you to."
"God," Jane groans as the blonde grasps her between her legs and she rolls her hips to get some friction.
"Come inside," Maura whispers into the Italian's ear.
Jane's dropping her head on the smaller woman's shoulder and she almost misses that Maura is about to undo her belt.
She grabs the blonde's wrists and looks deep into hazel eyes. "We have to take that slow, Maura."
"But I need you," Maura whispers back.
Jane's shivering at the tone because it feels like she has heard that tone already for a thousand times. "We will take that step, Maura, but not tonight. I want us both to be sure. So, let's take it slow."
Maura closes her eyes and nods agreeing. "Okay."
The Italian kisses Maura sweetly. "Night, Maura."
Maura takes a deep breath and kisses Jane once more. "Good night, Jane."
Jane smiles and steps away.
Maura's biting her bottom lip and closes her eyes. Never did she feel so helpless and needy like right now. She opens the front door and disappears in her house.
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On the next morning Maura has decided to call in the next chip and head Dr. Nick Spencer off. "Nick?"
"Yes," he hisses and frowns.
"Have a minute?"
"For what?"
She hands him a x-ray and realizes that she shouldn't have dated every man that had crossed her way.
Nick Spencer really is one of the good guys, and that's why she hooked Caroline up with him.
Now she has to keep her professional mask on. "A kid with tethered spinal cord. I just thought in the middle of the night of a tethered spinal cord," she stops as he starts to study the x-ray. "You're not gonna see it on there. I need to run another test to confirm the diagnosis."
Nick looks long at her and huffs. "A tethered cord's pretty rare. Does hr have history if spins bifida?"
Maura's shaking her head and in the same time relieved that he's talking to her like someone who is qualified. "No."
He nods slowly. "Lower back lesions? Hyperreflexia?"
"No and no." She furrow her eyebrows as he pass the x-ray back to her. "But the pain is aggravated when hr extends or flexes his spine," she holds up an hand as he is about to protest. "I know what you're gonna say. A tethered cord should have showed up on the MRI. But what if it didn't. What if ... what this kid needs is not an MRI, but a more specific CT myelogram."

Nick nods slowly and agreeing. "Maybe. Order one."
Maura grabs him at his wrist. "Wait, I can't. Because if I did, I'd get fired and I really like my job."
He furl his eyebrows. "Did Brighton deny that request?"
"Several time."
"You should've led with the part about Brighton. Come on."
"Thanks," Maura whispers.
He takes his phone from the pocket of his lab coat. "I still think that you are mentally ill. I'm doing this for you just because of my wife. Thanks to you I met her."
Maura starts to smirk. "Is that the only reason?"
Nick rolls his eyes and sighs. "And because I think that you're a great doctor. Anyhow, you always, most of the times, make the right diagnosis."
"That's experience," Maura replies as she walks next to him.
He walks with a deep frown on his forehead through the halls and takes a deep breath. "If you wouldn't have ... I swear to God, Maura, if Caroline wouldn't be you already would be in the psych ward."
"You only dated C because of me," Maura objects. "So you're only doing this for her?"
He is quiet for a moment and shrugs. "Yes, because she believes you and your hilarious story. And because I got to now her because of you."
"Gosh, it must be so nice to be married with you," she whispers to herself.
He stops abruptly and glares at her. He is one of a few persons who knows about Maura's real story and condition and he turned his back on her. "Listen, I'm not such an asshole, but the story that you've had told me just sounds more than absurd. All right? But how about we forget about that and tell your patient what we are thinking about his condition?"
Maura sighs heavily and nods before she enters Carl's room. She looks at Mrs. Griffin and smiles. "Mrs. Griffin, this is Dr. Spencer, he's our best neurologic surgeon."
"Oh, my God," says the older woman horrified.
Maura places an soothing hand on the woman's shoulder. "We think we do know what's the cause of Carl's pain. We think its a tethered spinal cord."
"A tethered spinal cord," asks a confused mother.
Nick nods slowly and looks at Carl. "One of the threads in his cord is attached to his tailbone. Well, normally, the spinal cord is free at the end, but with it attached, when you grew, it started pulling."
Maura nods agreeing. "Yeah. Thus, the excruciating pain."
"So can we fix it," is Mrs. Griffin asking hopefully. "Is it fixable?"
"It's a microsurgery," Maura answers soberly.
Nicks nods once. "I'll snip the tethered cord and he'll be free from pain."
Mrs. Griffin starts to sob and hugs Maura tightly.
"Oh," whispers the blonde surprised.
Carl is rolling his eyes and shakes his head. "She's normally not like this. Before all this she was like a normal mom."
Nick looks at Maura and has to smile. "Carl, this is a normal mom," he says and raises briefly his eyebrows.
Maura chuckles as the older woman's still holding onto her and smiles relieved at her friend Nick.
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Maura's sighing heavily and walks to the front door as soon as the doorbell rings. She opens the door and smiles broadly.
Jane furl her eyebrows and points with her thumb over her shoulder as soon as she sees that the blonde in her silky dressing gown. "Uh, I can ... I can go back to my car and wait there if I'm too early."
Maura rolls her eyes and grabs the Italian at her wrist, "Don't be ridiculous, Jane. Come in"
"But ..." Jane starts to protest but is silenced by a soft pair of lips. She raises surprised her eyebrows and places her hands on the smaller woman's hips.
Maura is stepping closer and wraps her arms around the brunette's neck.
Jane slowly pulls away and furrows her eyebrows. "What was that for, Dr. Isles?"
Maura licks her lips and shrugs with a smirk. "I missed you."
Jane can't help the smile on her lips. "I missed you too. Could you finally help that poor boy?"
Maura walks to the kitchen island and takes a deep breath. "Actually, yes. I had to pull a few strings, but we could help him. He will be finally free from that kind of pain for the rest of his life."
"Well, congratulations to that," Jane states and walks to the kitchen island as well. "But it sounds like you had to call in a fee favors."
The blonde pours two glasses of wine and raises briefly her eyebrows. "Yeah, I had to, and I can tell you that it wasn't very funny."
Jane is sipping her wine and frowns. "Do I wanna know why?"
Maura hesitates and shakes her head. "No."
The Italian takes a deep breath and furl her eyebrows. Curiosity always gets the best of her. "With how many men have you been ... intimate?"
Maura closes her eyes and shakes her head. Such question was always one of those she used to avoid. And she doesn't really want to think about all the men she had been with in her entire past.
She had made good experiences and bad experiences.
Jane takes Maura's hand in her own and leads her around the island. "Maura, why have you done that? I mean, you are not that kind of woman, I know that you're not that kind of woman."
Maura's stepping in between the Italian's legs and looks deep into brown eyes. "I was looking for you," she whispers.
Jane can't hide her confusion and frowns deeply. She's asking herself what the hell Maura's talking about and the encounter with the older woman with the name Harild doesn't make it any easier. But she doesn't want to think about that now and she shakes her head.
"It's a long and complicated story," Maura whispers before she closes the last distance. She sighs in relief as the Italian is kissing her back and runs her hands over Jane's arms. She breaks the kiss again and starts to loosen the belt of her dressing gown.
Jane follows the blonde's movements and stills her hands. "Maura, I thought we'd agreed to take that step slow."
"Please," Maura replies and finally opens her gown.
Jane eyebrows are raised high as she sees the lingerie that the blonde is wearing. "This is ... this is absolutely the opposite of taking things slow."
Maura swallows hard, takes Jane's hand and places it on her breast. "I've been waiting long enough for this night, Jane."
Jane is holding her breath and uses all of her will power to not move an inch, to not squeeze the breast in her hand.
All of a sudden pictures are flashing through Jane's mind, pictures which doesn't belong to her memory.
Pictures of Maura underneath her or on top of her, pictures she doesn't know where there coming from.
Under normal circumstances she would stop right here and right now and say that the two of them would see the next day, but right now it feels like something have taken control of her.
Jane furl her eyebrows and runs her thumb over the swelling of Maura's breast and the blonde's eyes are falling shut.
The Italian skids on her stool forward and let her lips gently follow her thumb.
Maura takes a shakily breath and runs her hands through curly hair, her body starts to shake as Jane repeats her action.
Jane looks up and furrows her eyebrows as she let her hands roam over the blonde's flat stomach. "You are beautiful ... and soft ... and sneaky."
Maura smiles slightly and leans her head down. "I'm not sneaky," she whispers against the brunette's lips. "I just know what I want."
Jane hums agreeing as she feels a pair of lips on her own and a hand sneaks up to the Maura's breast, squeezing it lightly. She squeezes it a little harder as Maura moans approvingly.
Something gets the best of her and she slips her hand into the cup of the bra, straightening up as Maura moans once more.
Jane breaks the kiss and looks up into hazel eyes while she gently kneading the breast.
Maura is holding the Italian's gaze and has to bite her bottom lip, taking another shakily breath. If Jane would let her, she would climax right here and right now just because of the Italian's gaze and touches. "Please don't leave me like this," she whispers as Jane opens her mouth.
Jane frowns deeply and a smile tugs on her lips. "I was about to say that we should take this upstairs." She replies and slips her hand back out of the cup.
The blonde licks her lips and takes Jane at the hand, leading the way out of the kitchen and upstairs.
The two women doesn't exchange a word on the way to Maura's bedroom.
Jane is too focused on the smaller woman's backside, and Maura has to force herself not to beg the brunette to take her right on the hallway.
As soon as the bedroom door closes behind them Jane wastes no time and is standing right behind the smaller woman. She she pulls Maura's head to the side and kisses her over her neck.
Maura doesn't fight the Italian and whimpers a little as a hand sneaks back to her breast, squeezing it roughly. She's digging her nails into Jane's thighs and presses her backside into the taller woman.
Jane's breathing heavily as she is slowly but surely about to lose her last self-control. If she gives in her instinct she would give a damn about the clothes both are still wearing and would just fuck Maura senseless.

Jane's naughty hand sneaks downward and slips underneath the fabric of Maura's black, lace panties. Her eyes shoot surprised up to hazel ones as she feels the wetness and she furrow her brows. She can't hide her amazed expression.
Maura's blushing a little but she's throwing her head back as soon as she can feel a slight pressure against her swollen clit and a deep moan escapes from her throat. She's rubbing her butt in the Italian's rhythm against Jane's crotch and gets rewarded with an primal grunt .
She turns her head to the brunette's and welcomes the hungrily and deep kiss.
Her body only once responded to someone else touches like that and she can feel that she is about to explode.
Her breath is getting even more shallow with every circle on her clit and she's arching her back as she is about to fly over the edge, and whimpers into the taller woman's mouth.
It doesn't even cross Jane's mind to still her hand as the woman in front of her climax, but she slows her movements.
She breaks the kiss again and groans as Maura again moans deeply, licking her lips. "Jesus," she whispers and teases the dripping wet entrance of Maura with one finger.
Maura's eyes are rolling back in her head and she rolls her hips. "That's cruel, Jane."
Jane gets rid of Maura's gown and her bra and turns the blonde around, eyeing her whole body. "I know," she replies and a growl escapes her throat as she cups both breasts.
Maura is biting her bottom lip again and starts to tuck the Italian's shirt out of her jeans, and undoes the buckle of Jane's belt.
She pulls the shirt over Jane's head as soon as the brunette lifts her arms over head and gasps as she sees the toned torso.
"That awful," Jane asks a little unsure and tries to hide her insecurity behind a smile.
Maura runs a hand over the other woman's abs and her eyes find brown ones. "Beautiful."
Jane frowns slightly as she feels that the button of her jeans gets undone and swallows hard. "Maura ..."
"I want to feel your skin on my skin," Maura replies as she kneels down in front of the brunette, pulling the pants and panties down with her. "And you already done a little favor to me, now it's my turn to return it."

She runs her hands up at the back of the Italian's thighs and looks at the object of her desire. She's wetting her lips before she's running her tongue for the first time through Jane's folds.
Jane's moans loudly at the contact and has to look down at herself. Normally, she wouldn't allow a woman to go down on her at their first night together but with Maura it's different.
She groans as a warmth already spreads through her lower abdomen as the blonde is sucking ans nibbling gently at her clit.
No one ever got her that fast to the edge. "Dear God," she groans as she feels the tip of Maura's tongue at her entrance and she buries her hand in blonde hair.
Maura moans and suck a little harder on Jane's clit, dragging her nails over the back of toned legs.
Jane's knees give a little in as a white heat is coursing through her body and she pushes gently the blonde's head away.
Maura wipes her mouth the her hand and smirks as she stands up again. "That was -"
Jane rolls her eyes and blushes. "Fast, I know. And I am sorry for that."
Maura tilts her head to the side. "Oh. Are we already done?"
Jane lowers her eyebrows and growls low. "Hell, no."