AN: Well I'm astounded by how well this has been received! I haven't written explicit scenes in such a long time and was quite worried about how this would turn out, so thank you everyone! This chapter I confess doesn't really contain much, if any, smut. So I won't be offended if you skip it.

December 5th

Maura sat in her office idly clicking through pages on the computer. She was chewing on her thumbnail, nerves beginning to take over. The detective's had found a promising lead that morning and Jane had gone out to bring their suspect in, that was three hours ago and she wasn't back yet, not even a call. There was no doubt in her about Jane's skills in the matter, but she couldn't help but worry.

A familiar voice husked across the office,

"You know if you keep buying things this close to Christmas I'll never be able to get you anything."

Looking up the smile fell from her face as she took in the disheveled sight in front of her,

"Oh my god Jane! What happened to you?" The blonde leaped from her chair instantly into clinical mode. "Come through here, let me take a look at you."

"At work?" Jane smirked, "Again?" Her chuckle was replaced with a groan as she wrapped an arm around herself.

"Sit," Maura pointed at the steel table as she pulled on a pair of latex gloves. "Are you going to make me ask what happened?"

"Pretty textbook, look for bad guy. Find bad guy. Bad guy run, Jane chase bad guy,"

"And Jane gets hurt," Maura shook her head lightly. "Did you at least manage to arrest him?"

"Words hurt you know Maura, of course we did. I came down here as soon as he was put in lock up."

Carefully the doctor reached to help Jane remove her ruined blazer, "I suppose you're going to need a new suit before Christmas, now what am I going to get you?"

"GameStop still has PS4s in stock,"

"Really?"

"Or not. Does it look bad?"

Carefully peeling her shirt away from the bruised skin she was satisfied there were no serious wounds to contend with.

"Well, you don't need to go to the emergency room, so there's that," she paused,

"But?"

"You're going to be badly bruised around your ribs and shoulder. If you avoid strenuous activity you should only experience some mild discomfort."

"And if I don't?"

"You're going to be very grumpy and in a lot of pain." Stepping back and removing her gloves she offered a small smile. "You need to go home, soak in a hot bath then rest."

Jane slumped her shoulders with an impressive pout. "Something tells me that you and duckie won't be joining me."

"It would be ill advised. I'll be home soon, but you should go."

"But I have suspect upstairs that needs interrogating,"

"And you have a team to work with, do I have to put you on medical leave?"

"Fine, fine, I'm going."

Maura raised an eyebrow, "That was too easy,"

Jane shrugged, "Cav already threatened me with the ER if I didn't go home, I just wanted to see you, let you know I'm ok."

Carefully climbing off the table Jane wrapped the smaller woman in her ams and placed a kiss on the top of her head.

"I'll see you at home."

A few hours later Maura walked into their home, she had almost expected to find Jane on the sofa openly defying her bed rest orders. What surprised her was that Jane was indeed in bed, what didn't was that she was not really resting. She could hear more than one voice on a Skype call from the laptop resting on Jane's legs.

Maura stood in the doorway of the bedroom, arms crossed and cleared her throat.

Jane looked up, clearly caught, mumbled a goodbye before closing the computer. She offered a weak but guilty smile to the doctor.

"Just one day Jane, one day of rest and you can't even manage that."

"I at least took a bath and choked down some pain killers. I was just seeing how the guys got on with the interrogation."

Padding over to the bed the blonde sat down, "So are you feeling any better?"

"Just a little achey that's all. I'll be fine in no time. In fact," Jane held up a small box hidden in the bedding, with a grin and a wiggle of her eyebrows.

Maura matched her smirk as she took the box and opened it, her laugh wasn't quite what Jane was expecting. She upended the box into her hand to show Jane.

"You know if I hadn't actually been assigned to your case I would have said you planned this,"

"Would you look at that, massage oil and a skilled doctor who knows just how to use it. And here I am with a back and shoulder full of busted muscles, what ever will we do?"

"Yes Jane, what ever will we do." Maura stood from the bed attempting to keep her face impartial, but Jane's look of surprise and subsequent pout were too much to stop the laughter. "At least let me change," leaning over the prone detective she placed a chaste kiss on her lips before heading off to the swapping her office clothes out for something more comfortable Maura returned in a pair of yoga pants and on of Jane's many t shirts.

Jane had kicked off the blanket and was sitting up against the pillows in an just an oversized shirt and a smile. Leaning against the door frame with her arms across her chest Maura laughed at the sight.

"You were confident!"

"No, I was lazy. If I hadn't video conferenced with the boys I wouldn't even be wearing this,"

"Hmm, yes I suppose you needed some modicum of modesty."

Lifting her arms up and behind her head Jane smiled and shrugged her shoulders, eagerly watching as the doctor sat at the end of the bed bringing her bare feet into her lap. With a liberal dribble of the oil into her palm she began to run her hands over the sensitive skin on the sole of the detective's foot, pressing her thumbs into the ball.

After a thorough working of the tired muscle the blonde swapped to the other foot, rolling her knuckles into the arch elicited a happy sigh from her charge.

"Ok Jane, shirt off and on your front."

Sitting up quickly and with a short mock salute she tossed the shirt to the side before rolling over resting her chin on her arms. With a smile Maura rose to straddle the detective's thighs.

"Now hold still or this is going to go everywhere,"

Upending the bottle the blonde dribbled a stream of oil up and down Jane's back. Capturing the beaded oil in her palms she spread her fingers wide and pushed into the muscles in the lower back. Pushing higher there was a series of audible pops. The detective moaned into the pillow at the immediate release of weeks of tension. Leaning forward Maura circled her thumbs over the back of her neck working on the knots there.

Satisfied the muscle there was suitably relaxed she brought her hands wider across each shoulder blade before moving her hands down along Jane's sides, very deliberately brushing her fingertips across the soft skin of exposed breast. She felt the deep relaxed breaths hitch at the touch. Smiling to herself she pulled her teasing touch lower to her hips before returning to her lower back. Repeating the motions up her back. Fingers reaching into unruly tresses to scrape at the skin on the nape of her neck.

"You're being awfully quiet Jane, are you feeling better?"

A very ungraceful snort was her only answer. Leaning over she brushed Jane's hair out of her face, the sight before her giggle. The detective was indeed feeling much better, so relaxed even, that she had fallen asleep. Shaking her head Maura carefully climbed off the slumbering woman, reaching for the blanket she covered her.

"Well now I suppose I'll just have to have a bath by myself. Now where did Jane put that duck?"