Author's Note:: Yes, I had a dream one night, this was it. I played Maura's daughter...it was weird.

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TWO

Looking to Maura and Jemima Jane as they sat across from her in her living room. Jo Friday was bouncing around the little girl as she wasn't paying much attention to the poor dog. Jo didn't know what she'd done to upset the six year old, but she tried to get her attention by yapping and nipping at her ribbons in her hair. Still, the girl ignored the poor dog until she grew tired and stopped yapping, Jo Friday made her way over to her dog bed and lay her head on the edge, watching Jemima Jane with a forlorned expression etched across her puppy face.

Maura mimicked her daughter's expression, she was sitting on the sofa with Jane beside her, just staring. Maura was in shock, of course and Jane knew that. She'd offered the Doctor, and her daughter some warm clothing to wrap around their shoulders but both had refused, they just wanted Bass and to be in sight of each other, and that's when Jane knew that something bad had gone down in that house, all those years up until they'd found Maura's ex husband dead, and Maura was outside with her daughter.

Jane looked to Jemima Jane, her Goddaughter. She'd been baptised a second time, to give her a middle name, taken from Jane's. The Detective had never felt so proud to hear that her best friend was giving her daughter her name as a middle name, and to be a role model for the child. Since Maura had moved to Boston, she and Jane had become so close that Jemima had grown up thinking that Jane was in fact her blood relative, her aunt as she'd been told to call her. With Jane watching this child grow up, she could tell when there was something not quite right with the girl, and now, there was something not quite right.

It wasn't that she'd just witnessed her father being killed and she'd stood with her mother, overlooking the body, but it was something else. Jemima was most definitely hiding something from Jane. And Jane was going to find out what it was, if that was the last thing she had to do.

"J.J. do you want some of that root beer float thing you always liked?" Jane smiled to the girl, who looked up and just shook her head.

Maura looked to Jane and swallowed a little, "Jane, I wish you'd call her by her name. J.J. makes her sound like a boy."

"Jemima Jane is a bit long winded, Maur." Jane sighed as she saw Maura's expression, "But, okay. I'm sorry." she turned her focus back to the girl, "How about some ice cream, Jemima?"

"No, thank you, Auntie Jane." Jemima replied, barely audible.

Jane nodded and sighed, looking to Maura, who was fidgeting. Maura never fidgetted, ever. Except for the time where her biological father, or as Jane liked to call him; the sperm donor, showed up to identify his son, her half-brother when he had been killed by another member of an opposing Irish mob gang, and she had picked up on this habit and copied it for days. Jane thought about things and she swallowed, Patrick 'Paddy' Doyle hadn't been around Maura and she didn't think he'd ever met with Jemima Jane, so why was Maura now fidgeting?

"I'd like some wine, Jane. If you have any?" Maura suddenly spoke up, looking up at the Detective, hopefully.

Jane furrowed her brows and shook her head, "Only beer, Maura. I could call Fr-"

"Beer will have to suffice then." Maura nodded a little.

Jane nodded and moved towards the kitchen before she swallowed and opened the fridge to get out two cold beers and a coke for Jemima, even if she didn't want a drink, Jane was going to fix her up a float, a special float. She fixed up the drinks and the phone began to ring out, she turned and saw that Jemima had jumped and was now well alert looking around the living for the source of the ringing. Jane hurried to answer the phone, "Hello?"

"Jane, it's me." answered Frankie, her brother, "We've got Bass, you want us to bring him over."

"That's be great Frankie, sure. And could you pick up a bottle of Maura's favourite wine, too?" Jane asked quietly into the receiver before she glanced over to see if Jemima had calmed down a little since the ringer had caused her a fright, "And some candies for J.J. Thanks Frankie, the door's open."

She looked over to Maura and she smiled, carrying over Jemima's drink first with a few straws and an umbrella before she went back past the Medical Examiner, gently touching her knee in a comforting way as she headed to get their beers. Finally Jane sat back down, next to Maura, seeing that Jemima had swooped straight onto the float she'd made her. She chuckled, "It's good, huh?" she asked the girl, who beamed back at her and nodded.

"Auntie Jane, can I put on a movie and lay in your bed?"

"Hey, J...emima, you don't have to ask me, okay? Let's got find you one, huh?" Jane smiled, standing and reaching her hand out to the girl, "You liked that fish one last time, what was that called again?" she asked the girl, playing stupid to try and get the girl to speak, making sure she was alright.

"Finding Nemo, silly!" Jemima giggled.

"Finding Nemo Silly? That's a big title for a little fish!"

"No!" the girl laughed even louder as she hopped up onto the bed and dug her way under the covers, "It's called Finding Nemo. I was calling you silly."

"I'm silly?" Jane questioned and quickly tapped the girl's nose, "You're the silly one, remember when you zipped your raincoat on while it was inside out?" Jane smiled.

Jemima giggled and nodded, looking up at Jane, one of her front teeth missing, "That was silly, wasn't it?"

"It was. It was..." Jane nodded and put on the movie Jemima had pointed to as she ran by the TV stand.