Maura prided herself in being one of the only people who really knew Jane. She didn't think about it as something she needed to have recognition for, because all that mattered to her was Jane knowing that Maura was there for her anytime for anything.

So when Jane suddenly wanted nothing to do with her, she was concerned but decided to give her a few days. After all, trying to force Jane to tell you something she didn't want you to know was far too much work and only resulted in the detective avoiding you even longer. And that was definitely not something Maura wanted.

But after a week and a half of being avoided, Maura was starting to worry and had to fight down the "what if" statements that were crossing her mind. She upped her game, trying to get Jane to open up to her and let her know what was wrong. Failing each time, Maura thought back to when Jane started acting different, realizing that it had been the morning after their last sleepover. When they woke up, Maura had noticed Jane wasn't meeting her eye and was a little more distant and skittish than usual. She remembered asking what was wrong, but Jane had smiled and told her she'd had a weird dream and it had her just a little more wound up than usual. Once assured that it hadn't been about Hoyt, Maura chose to let it go; Jane would explain if she wanted.

Now, though, it seemed like whatever had happened that night had Jane running. And Maura's only clue seemed to be the fact that Jane had a weird dream.

If it was just Maura she was avoiding she might have been able to deduce that the dream had something to do with her but even the guys upstairs commented on Jane's odd behavior so that may not be the case. It was unnerving to think that maybe Jane was troubled by something, but she realized that she was more upset over Jane avoiding her.

"She doesn't need to push me out," Maura told herself, standing in her kitchen with a glass of water. It was two in the morning and she was unable to sleep tonight. For the last three weeks of "no Jane" time she had been sleeping, though restlessly, each night until tonight. She frowned and set down the glass to go get on a pair of shoes. "If I can't sleep because of her, then why should she be able to sleep since she's the one causing all this trouble?"

When she arrived at the apartment, she knocked out of politeness but immediately turned the lock with her key and walked in. Slipping off her shoes and jacket, setting the latter over the couch, she walked towards the bedroom only to realize she could hear the shower running. She put an ear to the bathroom door; yes, Jane was definitely showering.

"I need to get laid," she heard Jane say. Maura's ear was pulled away from the door and she looked at it oddly. Jane was openly admitting she needed to have sex? Of course, as far as Jane was concerned she was alone so it shouldn't be so strange to hear her friend saying such a thing.

However, as everything fell into place, Maura laughed to herself. If Jane's odd dream had been a wet dream it would make sense for her to feel odd around Maura since they had been in bed together at the time. And if this was a regular thing all of a sudden, it wouldn't be so strange for her to act weird at work. Not only would she be tired and frustrated, but she worked with a bunch of guys she couldn't talk about it with. Of course, why Jane couldn't talk to Maura about it wasn't very clear.

Maura flushed as she entertained the idea that maybe it was about her, and quickly pushed that thought aside. She couldn't project her own fantasies onto Jane.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the water was shut off, and Maura quickly rushed to the bedroom to lie down on her side of the bed, smiling over that fact until she heard the bathroom door open and a towel clad Jane appeared in her bedroom doorway with a shocked and embarrassed look on her face.

"Hello, Jane," Maura greeted her. She wasn't sure what her expression said, but she hoped the smile on her face conveyed comfort even as her eyes followed a drop of water from Jane's ear and down her neck and chest until it disappeared on the towel and had to fight the urge to lick her lips.

She was liable to have a new wet dream about Jane tonight if she wasn't careful, she decided as she forced her eyes to meet Jane's. Curiously, the look in Jane's eyes went from shock to amusement.

"Like what you see?" Jane asked huskily.

Maura smirked. "Oh, yes. You are… very delectable," she answered with a low, seductive tone and, this time, gave in to the urge to lick her lips as her eyes wandered back down Jane's body. Sure, it was mostly hidden by the towel, but it was wrapped up tightly enough that it wasn't too hard to imagine the body underneath, especially since she didn't have to use her imagination for the image, since they'd been mostly naked in front of each other before.

Jane walked to her side of the bed and paused, looking over Maura's body. "Somebody isn't dressed right for this party. Of course, you being overdressed is hardly surprising."

"Maybe I wanted you to help me get ready for this… party."

Jane chuckled, and then grabbed clothes. "I'm going to put something on. Don't go anywhere, and for God's sake keep your clothes on."

Maura pouted when Jane disappeared back into the bathroom, but didn't think much of it. It's not like she wouldn't be able to convince Jane to take her clothes back off later. She was, after all, quite persuasive when she wanted to be.