While Maura was having an epiphany in the living area, Jane was in the bedroom trying to decipher her own hormonal reactions to her best friend, whilst also attempting to evaluate a very explicit dream involving said friend. Admitting her attraction to Maura was scary for so many reasons, and she had done her best to ignore the fact that she was very easily and quickly turned on earlier at the sight of her in the rain. After the dream she had just woken from, however, it was clear to Jane that this was not something that would be easily squashed.

In her dream, she envisioned their time in the rain becoming a heated interaction of lips and tongues exploring and worshipping bare skin. She dreamt of licking droplets of water from Maura's chest and sucking on her neck, spurred on by moans of pleasure. She dreamt about her fingers sliding up under Maura's skirt over silky white thighs and finding glory deep inside of her. And while the dream was very vivid, very erotic, and very arousing, the tenderness she also envisioned enveloped her from the moment she awoke, causing an ache in her heart. She recalled the soft whispers they shared in her dream. Whispered promises and declarations of love that she had never expected she would feel for Maura beyond the realm of friendship. But when whispered in the throes of passion, as sweaty bodies came together and moved as one, like they had been made to fit together, it was difficult for Jane to come to terms with the fact that maybe she had loved Maura this way all along.

The evidence was all there. All she needed to do was go over all the facts and put the pieces together. Did she love Maura? Or, the better question, was she in love with Maura? She knew now that she was attracted to her. As she closed her eyes and pictured her… her many smiles, those eyes, that body, her oh so glorious breasts that she often found herself distracted by (why had she never realised her attraction to Maura before?). She admitted to herself, in fact, that she was so turned on by the mere thought of Maura (albeit the dream helped), that she found herself grateful that Maura was not in the bed next to her as the temptation to pleasure herself was becoming increasingly difficult not to give in to.

Determined to look beyond the physical, Jane thought back on her friendship with Maura in an attempt to figure out how deep her feelings ran. Without thinking too hard, she could right away recall several examples of times when Maura had been all that mattered. She recollected the many dates she had that ended with Jane on Maura's couch with a bottle of beer or a glass of wine, sharing a comforter with Maura. She remembered that the numerous times she felt like her world was falling apart around her, she found solace in the presence and embrace of Maura. She smiled as she realised that a mere glance, a smile, from Maura made her happy even on the worst of days. How a simple touch, lingered as they so often were, gave her the strength and courage that enabled her to move forward when nothing else seemed able to help.

It was becoming glaringly obvious to Jane that her feelings for Maura were beyond that of friendship. The next problem she needed to tackle was what to do about it. Even though her own feelings were now much clearer, she was still unsure of Maura's feelings. If she was not mistaken (and her gut instincts were telling her she was not), then Maura also felt the onset of arousal earlier when she walked in on Jane practically in her birthday suit. A single moment of attraction does not equate to being in love, however, and Jane knew that this was not something she wished to pursue unless she knew Maura was on the same page.

It then occurred to Jane that while she lay awake pondering the validity and degree of her feelings for Maura, Maura was nowhere to be seen. Jane surmised that she had been lying awake for over an hour, and it only just occurred to her that Maura was obviously not in fact in the bathroom, as she had initially assumed. This realisation brought about both hope and panic for Jane.

Hope because it might possibly indicate that Maura was having similar thoughts that needed processing, and therefore had gone to process them. Panic because there was a possibility that Maura had left, wanting space from Jane as she turned her back on the attraction that was evidently between them.

With that in mind, Jane got out of bed and went in search of Maura, to find her parked on her living room floor, seemingly meditating. It was Jo Friday's excitement at seeing Jane that announced her entrance to Maura who remained seated with her eyes close as she acknowledge her presence.

"Couldn't sleep either?" Maura asked softly.

Jane stood in front of Maura, her hands clasped nervously in front of her, contemplating her next move. The typical Jane reaction would be to make an inappropriate remark in this kind of situation; a situation where she was troubled by her feelings and how to broach a subject. But she knew that Maura would see right through her, and it would inevitably lead to Maura asking questions of Jane that she did not wish to answer just yet. Instead, Jane sat in front of Maura, mirroring her position.

"Affirmative, doctor," Jane replied with a long sigh once she was comfortably sitting and her eyes were closed. "Is this helping?"

Startled to hear Jane's voice so close, Maura opened one eye, surprised to see Jane had joined her.

"It was," Maura replied with a smile, "Shhh."

Jane opened her eyes to glare at Maura who was still watching her, "You asked me a question, and then shush me when I answer?" Jane replied in mock frustration.

Maura closed her eyes and smiled before replying, "I was preempting your incessant need to fill silence with noise."

"And now I'm noise," Jane retorted, raising her eyebrow.

"Jane," Maura warned.

"Ok, I'm shushing," Jane replied, closing her eyes once again.

Surprised that Jane had conceded so easily, Maura eyed Jane suspiciously before she shifted from her meditation pose and curled her feet up underneath herself, leaning back into the couch. She watched on as Jane was oblivious to her movement and continued to attempt to meditate. A smile formed on Maura's face as she recognised how difficult it must be for Jane to sit still in one place without doing anything. Patience never was one of Jane's strong points. Her smile grew when she noticed one of the tell-tale signs that Jane was about to break, as her fingers began to drum on her thigh.

"So how long do you normally…" Jane hesitated as she opened her eyes to find Maura watching her. Not meditating as she had thought. "What are you doing?" she asked with a grin.

"Just waiting to see how long you would be able to sit still," Maura replied, her smile now beaming with a little more cheek.

Jane merely returned her smile and leant back on outstretched hands causing her singlet to creep up slightly. It did not go unnoticed by Jane that Maura's eyes darted briefly to the bare skin that appeared on her abdomen, causing a slight hitch in Maura's breath. And it didn't go unnoticed by Maura that Jane had noticed Maura's eyes divert from her eyes. After a slightly charged moment of silence, Jane stood from her position and offered her hand to help Maura up.

"Ready to sleep?" Jane asked, looking down at Maura.

Maura looked up at Jane as an understanding passed silently between them. They both knew something had changed. They both knew that it was something they needed to discuss. But tonight was not that night.

With a simple nod, Maura took the offered hand and stood graciously. She smiled as she began to walk towards the bedroom when a gentle hand was place at the small of her back, guiding her down the hall. Such a simple gesture, one that Jane had offered an abundance of times in the past, only further convinced her that the journey they were about to embark upon together was the right one.