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Bitter Embrace

Chapter Seven: Insecure

At the station house, Korsak and Frost sat in the interview room with Garrett Fairfield and his attorney, going over his alibi for the fourth time. Korsak kept asking the same questions repeatedly not believing for a minute the truth of Garrett's statement.

"Now Mr. Fairfield, let me get this correct, you took 3 days to get from Milan to Boston. What did you do while you were waiting to get to here? Surely, someone as important as you would have a busy schedule to keep. I hardly believe you were satisfied to just sit and wait for the repairs to be completed. Your family did expect you here for support and to help make the final arrangements for Adam I assume. A person of your wealth and status has to protect the estate. Right?"

"That's right. I told you I had engine trouble on my plane and it had to be grounded. I was not going to push the repairs. I contacted Sumner and Jocelyn; they said they understood. What does it matter?" Garrett narrowed his eyes in frustration at Korsak and looking over at his attorney gave a small nod indicating he was done being cooperative.

"I'm done speaking with these incompetent idiots. I am leaving; I have appointments to keep."

"All right gentlemen, Mr. Fairfield has answered your questions multiple times and the answer has never wavered, I believe you can establish he was not present at the time of Adam's death and should be treated as a grieving brother, not a SUSPECT. Now that will be all."

With a flourish of motion, Garrett and his attorney rose from the table and walked out of the interview room.

"Korsak, why push? Diplomacy gets through those people, not your stuttering repetition." Frost looking over at Korsak, gave the table a smack with his hand and rose from the table to go back to his desk without waiting for a response from Korsak.

Korsak exhaled in a loud sigh and stared at the swinging interview door. "I think Janie should have a crack at him." Scrunching his face in displeasure, he got up from his chair and strode back into the squad room to finish his reports.

Jane rolled over Maura to shut off her buzzing alarm clock and smiled down at the sleeping Dr. Isles. In her bed, all curled up, she wore one of Jane's t-shirts because she got chilly in the middle of the night. Jane still smiling at how adorable Maura looked, did not notice when green eyes flashed open to look back into hers.

"Good Morning beautiful." Jane gave a stretch then continued, "We need to get up and go to work."

Jane brushed her lips against Maura's and said, "I wish I could stay here in bed with you for the rest of the day, but I need to get an update with Frost on the Fairfield case and see about straightening out this whole mess of a case."

Releasing a sigh, Jane wrapped an arm around Maura, pulling her in tight and rubbing a thigh between two muscular warm ones.

A warm thigh met wet heat and soaked curls, moving slowly, softly.

"Hmmm. Jane" On a gentle moan and slow rock of hips, Maura babbled.

"Frost asked me to tell you, they were doing some interviews and had everything under control. He asked me to call him to update him that you were alright." Maura muttered softly against Jane's neck.

Jane taking a second to discern the mumbles, pulled away fast. She squinted and frowned in disbelief and looking down at Maura said, "What do ya mean he asked you? When did you speak to him and why does he care if I'm alright, what does what I do with my life matter to him?" Jane spoke in a crescendo voice, her shoulders slightly shaking with outrage and a touch of fear.

The once wet, warmth encased coated thigh now alone and cold. Maura gasped at how quickly her pleasure evaporated.

"Wow Jane. That outburst is not necessary. Jane honey, they were really worried about you and noticed we have not been speaking this week. They came down to the Morgue to interrogate me. I am sure your text message caused them to worry, especially when you didn't answer Frost's calls Tuesday. I called him yesterday when you were resting after you got sick. You were so upset on Tuesday and I promised them I would come check on you."

"Promised, huh?"

Jane looking down at Maura still laying in her bed, sucked in a deep breath and asked in a soft voice, "Did you come over here because they asked you to or because you really wanted to?" She kept her eyes down and held her breath fearful of the answer. She slowly started blinking back her tears and awaited Maura's answer.

"Jane." A soft voice full of disbelief uttered out from Maura.

Jane heard Maura moving and when she looked up from her staring contest with the bedspread, discovered an empty place where Maura's body had lain. The click of a doorknob down the hall was heard in the bedroom. Jane quickly decided Maura went into the bathroom and didn't leave out the front door only in her borrowed t-shirt. She threw back the covers and got out of bed to go apologize to Maura. She grabbed her robe, wrapping inside and softly walked down to the bathroom, noticing the door closed and the sound of the shower running.

Jane rapped her knuckles softly on the wood and getting no response, opened the door and stepped inside.

Maura sat on the toilet, tears streaming down her cheeks, clutching her torso covered with Jane's shirt and hiccupping with sobs of pain. Jane realized she must have turned on the shower water to cover the sounds of her sobs. Maura looked up at Jane with watery eyes and gave a shake of her head trying to catch her breath to speak. Jane reached in to turn off the shower water.

"I want you to know Jane; I came here because I missed you. I love you. What part of that don't you get?" Maura gasping between sobs asked.

Jane, kneeling on the floor, grabbed Maura's clutched fists and lifted them up, kissing them gently. "Maura I know it hurts to hear, but the part of me that saw you wrapped in Garrett Fairfield's arms still does not understand how you could disregard my feelings. I'm insecure and not perfect like you Maura."

Jane gazed into Maura's tear filled eyes and leaning in, kissed her salty lips. "Maura I love you, but until we close this case, I'm going to be skeptical. I didn't mean to cause you to cry. I just had to ask. I'm sorry." She looked down at Maura's bare knees and then back to her eyes, giving a slight smile.

Wiping the tears and clearing her throat, Maura said, "I understand Jane. We will work through it together. I promise I will try to understand your feelings."

Maura nodding to Jane stood up off the toilet and pulled her shirt over her head. "Jane, may I remove your robe? We need to shower and get ready for work. I love having your scent on me but our coworkers may disagree." She smirked at Jane and tilting her face up to suck Jane's bottom lip, teased her. Untying Jane's belt, Maura pushed the robe off and to the floor, giving it a kick out of the way. Then stepping into Jane, she enveloped her in a hug of affection and lust, sealing her desire to be with Jane, not Garrett.

Nibbling her neck and collarbones, Maura reached back to turn the shower facet back on, and after allowing the water to get warm, tugged Jane into the shower stall and under the spray of water. She leaned up and captured Jane's lips in a kiss meant to arouse, running her fingers in a delicate stroke down her torso and down to rest on her hips, dipping into black curls in a touch meant to tease. Jane returning the kiss, deepening and plunging using her tongue simply backed Maura against the wall and had her breakfast early.

Once dressed and ready to leave the apartment, Maura kissed Jane goodbye and drove to her house to change her dress because a wrinkly dress just would not do for Maura Isles. Jane stopped for coffee at the Swizzle Stick and delayed returning to the station in the hopes she would arrive at the same time as Maura. Jane sat in her car outside the station watching Maura walk up the sidewalk towards the entrance. She stuck her head out her window and with a big grin, gave a wolf-whistle. Maura turning toward the direction of the whistle saw Jane and walked towards her, smirking the whole way.

"Hello gorgeous," leaning in the window Maura gave Jane's smiling cheek a gentle peck before backing away.

"Hey Maur. I went for coffee. I got you a skinny latte and that jelly filled Danish you like since I already ate." Jane said with a low chuckle. Maura, reaching to take the offered Styrofoam cup, changed direction and gave Jane a quick smack on the shoulder, then grabbed the cup. She gave a quiet moan after taking a sip of her beloved skinny latte, frowning at Jane's triple mocha.

"Jane, why not just drink jet fuel? It might kill you but then you can visit me all day."

"Uh Dr. Isles, quit being mean to me. Actually, I'm not really desperate enough for jet fuel. Hey, I bought you Danish; we should be friends forever. I can buy your affections."

Leaning to whisper in Jane's ear, "Sweetie, I plan to be your friend for a long time; you cannot buy what you already have. Thank you for the Danish." Maura gave a wink and backed away from the car door to allow Jane to exit the vehicle.

The two women walked up to the station entrance, Jane allowing Maura to go before her and held the door open. Jane occupied with watching the gentle sway of Maura's hips did not notice Garrett Fairfield in the lobby with his frightful attorney. Maura noticed Garrett and stopped walking causing Jane to smash into her back and almost spill her huge, hot coffee.

"Maur, what?" Jane lifted her head and looked around Maura noticing Garrett. "Ohhh. I get it." She muttered under her breath.

"Maura darling, why have you not answered my calls yesterday or today?" Garrett said in a smooth rich tone, gazing at Maura with confusion in his eyes.

"Garrett. I am going to be late for work. This is not really the time or place for a discussion of our personal relationship." Maura in a firm tone responded.

Garrett looked around Maura, noticing Jane barely a step behind Maura and asked, "Is it because of that Detective? Have lunch with me at the club, we can discuss things." He glared at Jane as one gazes at a roach before placing a shoe on its head and stepping down.

"I happen to already have lunch plans Garrett, perhaps another time." With a lifting of her chin towards Garrett, Maura walked around him and towards the stairwell, barely slowing her stride to allow Jane to catch up with her.

Jane glared at Garrett Fairfield as he glared back at her in a mock staring contest. She broke eye contact to look at Maura, striding away from her towards the stairwell. Shaking her head and deciding it best not to follow Maura right now for fear of her mouth out running her brain, Jane walked instead to the elevator to go up to the squad room. Getting into the elevator and pushing the button to take her upstairs, she leaned back against the wall and sipped her coffee and thought of Maura and of the last few days. Lost in her thoughts, Jane barely noticed when the elevator doors opened before she reached her floor. She looked up into a smiling mouth and beautiful green eyes staring at her.

"Maur, wha. ."

"Jane you want to go to lunch with me?" Maura stepped into the elevator and asked.

"Are you sure you would rather go with me, I mean Garrett did ask you first." Jane uttered in a bitter, biting tone.

Instead of responding to Jane, Maura reached for Jane's shirt, fisting it in her free hand and pulled, reaching her lips up to capture and possess Jane. Jane again almost dropping her coffee wrapped her free hand around Maura's back and kissed her back deep and hungry, nibbling her lips.

Both women did not notice the ding and the doors opening on the squad floor. Frost, working at his desk, chose that moment to get up to get a fresh cup of coffee and looked up at the open elevator doors. Eyes going wide at the scene before him, he tripped over his chair backing up in shock and shouted, "Holy Winchester."