Sorry for the delay. My muse & I had a really bad argument so ... We still haven't made up completly. Either way, hope you're still interested. It's gonna be one more chapter and then it's over. A little bit of fluff, and a little bit of drama. Enjoy & please review.


Maura's POV

I wake up and all I can sense is her. My lips almost brushing on her skin, her scapula beneath, one of my hands wrapped around her waist, the other under my own head. I feel her warmth everywhere as we are lying almost naked, both on our sides, so close to each other. She's asleep and I really don't want to wake her but her skin it's so soft, and warm, and she smells so wonderfully good I can't help it. So I move my lips just a little, breathe on her skin. I make my way very slowly to the back of her neck and then I add pressure, the kiss makes a small sound. I feel her stir just a little, but I don't let it stop me. When I've reached her earlobe she lets out a small grunt, and sleepily moves to turn around. I manage to avoid being hit by her elbow in the process, and move a little to make space.

"Maur, what time is it?" She barely moves her swollen lips and her voice is huskier than usually, but her eyes are closed so I am glad she can't see the face I'm making.

"A quarter past 7." I put my hand on her face as if to say good morning and she extends her arm and uses it to pull me closer.

"I don't wanna wake up." She still hasn't opened her eyes.

I chuckle. "You already have, but we can stay like this for a while longer." I tuck my head under her chin, put one leg between hers and she tightens her hold on me.

"I like this." I nod. "Can't we just do this all day?" I kiss the spot where my mouth is.

"I'd like that too, but no, we can't." She returns the kiss on the top of my head, and I don't dare to say that's the reason I chose this position.

"I hate work."

I chuckle again. "I never thought I'd live long enough to hear you say that."

"Well, I never thought I'd have you like this, so I'm not less surprised either."

It has been three weeks since she left Casey, and this is our fourth night together since that, but she still can't believe it.

"Why?" I move so I can look her in the eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"Why is it so surprising to you? Being with me. Because you've mention it in other ways before too. Is it because I'm a woman?"

"What? No. Yes. No. It's not that, just… When they ask you, you know, how do you see yourself five years from now, I don't think that answer would've crossed my mind five years earlier."

I nod but I'm trying to analyze.

"So it's all unexpected for you? A … Lesbian relationship." We had agreed, no labels, and she gives me a look to remind me.

"No, not that. A Maura relationship, that's what surprises me." From her tone I know she doesn't mean it negatively, just what it is. "You? I mean, if someone would've asked you."

"No, I don't think I would've answered like that either, 5 years prior, but two years? One year? Yes, I think… yes." My second yes is firm and I even nod my head.

She raises one of her eyebrows. "Like wishful thinking …. or did you seriously think that we were going to be like this one day?"

"Both, when you are so close, and you care for someone this much, it's hard to separate the two feeling."

"Well, whatever it was" She kisses my head again and stops just for a second there. "I'm not complaining and I wouldn't change it for a thing in the world."

She always knows what to say to make me feel better and end the discussion. We stay like that for a while until we have to get up and get ready for work.


Days in the precinct have become much more enjoyable, even though no one still knows about our change of relationship. It's her little gestures that brighten up my day, like how she will take the down elevator and push the emergency button just so she can give me a long goodbye kiss, or how she will still open up doors for me, bring me coffee, or lunch, or text to tell me she misses me and she can't wait to have me in her arms again. It's almost time to go home, as the day has been slow, so the text I get now is asking if I'm going home straight away or want to hang around at the Robber.
The last time she asked me that I said I'd prefer to go home and she came with me, giving some excuse to Korsak and Frost. I felt guilty but she said her time with me was her favorite time of the day, so the longer the better. And it was long, and good, and passionate, and soft, and the day after that I felt like everybody could see the smile I was wearing and realize where did it come from. Tonight was different, and I had something special in store for her, so I said I'd go home, but she could stay, I didn't mind at all. So she did and taking a bath to relax was first on my to-do list.
I had just gotten out of shower when the phone rang.

"Yes Jane?"
"Hey Maura, you home?" Her tone seemed impatient, I probably had a few missed calls.

"I just got off the shower, yes."

"Look, something came up and I'm not gonna be able to make it ok?"

"Why not? Is it a case? Am I needed there?"

"No, no. It's not work related."

I was getting suspicious, we made plans. The only thing that I could imagine being more urgent than work was her family.

"Is everything ok? You sound strange."

"Yeah, don't worry. Just, I'm really sorry, but I can't make it."

"I understand that but do you mind giving me a reason?"

"Look I don't want to lie to you so it's better if I don't say anything ok?"

"Jane, you know you can tell me anything. And now I am worried. So just say it. Whatever it is."

"Really, it's not that important you know. Don't worry."

"It's not that important?" I was starting to get a little bit angry, against my best judgement. "So you're cancelling our dinner plans for something NOT that important."

"Maura, I already said I'm sorry, and I truly am. So can we just meet tomorrow?"

"Yeah, ok whatever."

"Maura, come on…" I could hear the desperation on her voice.

"I said OK. What do you want me to say?" My voice raised a little and even though I didn't really understand why I was reacting like this, it came natural to me.

"I'm really sorry."

"Yeah, I know. You said that already." I would be screaming at myself if I could. I was behaving like an adolescent, a jealous, stubborn, and arrogant adolescent.

"I got to go now. Bye." She was full of regret.

"Bye."

I don't have the slightest idea of what was going on, and my feelings are torn between being worried about her, and being mad at her. I've always been the curious type, and understood at a very early age that information is indeed power. I wasn't used to be left in the dark, at least not by her, and I realize I don't like it. I sit in my bed, my head still wet from the shower, the robe still on. I should change; I should get up and blow-dry my hair, put on something comfortable and maybe watch something enjoyable, or even read. But I don't do either of them. I only dry my hair with my towel as much as I can, change the towel to get a dry one and wrap it around my head, and decide that I'm too tired to do anything else but sleep.

The phone rings, I understand it's fairly early in the morning by the dim lighting, and regret the choice I made yesterday when my trapezius' complain. I can't do anything to suppress the sounds coming from my mouth as I move my arm and put the phone in my ear.

"Maura?" Her voice comes worried.

"Aahh" As my move my free hand to get rid of the towel in my head. "Yes Jane?"

"What are you doing?" I am confused. Why is she angry?

"I was sleeping." Realization comes quick as I'm about to wince again but I don't.

"Did you … Is there… uumm." She's having a hard time to find the proper words. I'm letting her suffer.

"Do you need help to form sentences?" My voice drips with irony.

"Ha-Ha. Very funny Maura." She's not amused.

"I'm alone. I fell asleep with my head still wet and not in the most advisable position, so it causes discomfort to move my upper arms and neck." I think I hear her sigh.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to … Just … I'm not used to … and we… " She sighs again and it's definitely audible this time.

"What time is it?" A change of subject can't hurt ,right?

"A quarter to 6. I think. It was 5:10 a little more than half an hour ago."

"Have you been awake for thirty minutes? Or more?" I only regret that I don't have her here to see the face she'd make.
"Maybe."

"Did you wait all this time to call me because you didn't want to wake me up?" I'm smiling on the phone but I'm sure she can hear it in my voice.
"Maybe." She's smiling too this time. "I wanted to apologize about yesterday. And ask you not to question me about it. Please."

Those minutes have helped her choose her words carefully. But yet she hesitates, like she knows I can persuade her into telling me if I really want to.

"I agree, for now. Or even for a long period of time. I'll promise not to ask you if you promise that you'll tell me yourself."

"I-" She begins.

"WHEN you feel ready, and you think it's best. You already know that I'd like that to be sooner rather than latter, but I don't want to push you. Ok?" I interrupt and explain, so she won't have to say anything. No excuses, and more important no lies.

"Ok, I promise." Her voice is low, but I know her. She never makes promises she can't keep. And she always keeps them.

"Ok." The weight in my shoulders lessens but doesn't go away.

"Have breakfast later?" Her tone is lighter now.

"Alright." We need to meet. Only face to face we'll get rid of this one word sentences.

"Meet you at your place in an hour?" She's already moving, getting up from bed I suppose.

"I'll be waiting." I wanna say I love her, and send her a kiss.

"One hour." She says firmly, another promise. Then she hangs up. I'm left with a feel of emptiness but I try to shake it off and get ready.