Author's musings: hey guys, thank you for the response to chapter one! It's been absolutely amazing starting this new project, and I really appreciate each and every view, follow, fav, and review. I wrote this chapter myself, (Amanda and I co-wrote chapter 1, if I didn't mention that), and I will make sure to specify who wrote what, since Amanda doesn't have an account on this site.
July 1, 2001
Jane spent the rest of that week in a haze. The combination of the pain of her head wound and thoughts of a certain golden-haired med student made Jane distracted and confused most of the time. Fortunately she was stuck at desk duty for the rest of the week, doctor's orders, so there wasn't too much she could possibly mess up .
Jane couldn't wrap her mind around her latest hospital experience. Dr. Isles, Maura, had stopped in every few hours to check on her, making pleasant small talk at each visit , but never delving into anything but the most superficial of topics: the weather, the Red Sox, how long Jane had been a cop, did she like it, etc. Topics meant to distract Jane while Maura examined her and read over her chart. And when it was Jane's turn to ask the questions the doctor gave short, vague answers that really shed no light onto who this woman really was. But Jane's finely tuned cop senses told her that her visitor was purposefully preventing herself from giving away any personal information , possibly in an effort to maintain a professional doctor-patient rapport, but Jane's gut told her it was something else. Did Dr. Isles also feel it? The pull that Jane seemed to have towards the med student, the way she couldn't help but stare at those hazel eyes as they scanned her chart, the way her heart rate noticeably sped up whenever Maura entered the room. It confused the brunette. She had never felt this way about another person before, male or female. When her few female friends in high school and at the academy had talked about swooning, or crushing on a guy "so hard I just forget how to speak sometimes!", Jane had simply nodded, maybe adding a "that totally happens to me too". But the truth was it didn't. Before Maura, Jane had never met somebody that caused her sharp mind, that mind that let her drink a cup of coffee, drive a cruiser, scan oncoming traffic, observe nearby citizens, and talk to her partner all at the same time without missing a beat, the mind that got her accepted to BCU and passed all the BPD written exams with flying colors, stop working. But Maura did. One glimpse of golden hair as she walked past her room, a whisper of her perfume as she had checked Jane's monitors, and every clever thing Jane had thought to say to start a conversation, every topic she thought the doctor might possibly enjoy, all intelligent thought basically, went out the window. Even now, sitting at her desk, staring at the open AIM window on her computer monitor, Jane didn't know what to say. Maura had given Jane her screenname as a way to " keep in contact so I can observe your recovery"
Author's musings: next up: Maura's perspective, written by my amazing partner-in-crime Amanda!
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