"Jane!" Maura squeaked as she stepped into the kitchen area, hand going to her robe to hold it shut. "What are you doing here?"
Finishing her second glass of tea, Jane ran her eyes over the honey brunette. "Even your bedhead is like something out of a fashion magazine. What's your secret, Maura? Do you have a hairstylist stashed under your bed or something?" She shook the glass, rattling the ice. "I'm out of tea. You want a glass of water?" She stood as she spoke, making her way to the refrigerator.
"I... yes, please?" Giving herself a small shake, Maura tried to pull herself together. She quickly tied her robe, ran a hand through her hair, and took in a deep breath. "No, no I don't."
"Thought you couldn't lie," Jane deadpanned as she finished pouring the tea, letting the fridge door close behind her.
"I can't. I changed my mind." The doctor sighed. "How long have you been here?"
Holding up the glass for display, the reply was laced with amusement, "Glass number three, and one trip to the john already."
"Oh, God," Maura ran a hand over her face. "That long?"
"Yeah, that long." Jane sat her tea glass on the counter, grabbed a fresh glass, and filled it was water. "Here," she said gently as she held it toward the honey brunette, "your voice is starting to sound like mine. Water'll help with the scratchy sound. You know, yelling like that's not good for your vocal cords, doc." A wicked grin was playing on her features
Despite her supreme embarrassment and annoyance, Maura took the offered glass. She sipped at the water for a moment as a blush settled on her features. After gathering her thoughts, she asked, "You're not angry or upset or offended?"
"Well, I was freaked out. I'm not going to lie." Jane leaned against the cabinet, watching the other woman. "See, I walked in on you about two weeks ago, and I thought I heard you then, but I wasn't sure. Ma was expecting me, and I just sort of took off running to the back door."
"Oh." Wincing, Maura set her now empty glass on the island beside her before wrapping her arms around herself.
"I was just going to try to forget it because, honestly, I couldn't really make it out. I heard moaning and a name that sort of sounded like mine but could have been Jake or Jack or whatever. I was out the backdoor too fast to get anything clarified. Problem is, I couldn't stop thinking about it even though," Jane rolled her eyes, "I really wanted to because it's none of my business. Then I come here today to see Ma, and it happened again. This time, though, you were a little more," she shrugged, "articulate."
"I don't really know what to say in this situation." Hazel eyes fell to the ground. "I think the proper response would be for me to be angry with you for invading my privacy, but you did warn me it might happen with any of you, and I assured you it would be fine, so being angry with you for what is essentially an accident seems wrong. However, you staying to ambush me in my kitchen seems equally wrong, though it is typical of how you behave." Maura gave a small shake of her head. "The only thing I can think to say is that I'm sorry." She closed her eyes, "And I wonder what we'll do now."
"That's a good question." Jane pushed off from the counter. "I am going to the guest bathroom to pee again. Too much coffee and tea. Then, I'm going to the guest bedroom to dig around for the clothes I keep stashed there and change. I've been in work clothes all day long, and the smell of Korsak's cheap cologne is starting to make me a little sick, so I'll probably take a shower while I'm at it. You look like you could use a shower, by the way. You're a little sweaty." She smirked. Maura gave her a hard look. "Then, we are going to lock the doors to keep the Rizzoli clan out and really talk now that you know I know. How's that for a plan?"
"Reasonable." Maura hesitated for a beat. "You're not angry?"
"No, I'm hungry and smell like Brut. I'm going to run out to my car to grab my overnight bag. Then I'm sticking with the plan. We good?" Jane walked to the front door as she spoke.
"For now," the doctor called back, voice quiet and guarded.