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

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Enjoy.

THREE

Jane was smiling as she left the bedroom, Maura's daughter was really something, she often envied the relationship they had and looking forward to the day when she could be like that with her own offspring. When Jane returned back from the bedroom, she looked to Maura and sighed a little. She really didn't want to do this, not now and not to Maura. But the Detective knew she had to, if she was going to keep Maura sane and healthy, as well as crack this case, then she had to question Maura. She took her place back on the sofa next to the Medical Examiner, who even after the ordeal she'd been through looked as though she'd stepped off of a runway in Paris.

Turning to face the Medical Examiner, full on, Jane spoke up to her, "Maura, I know this isn't a good time to ask, and it probably never will be, but you know I have to..." Jane began, trying to gauge Maura's attention, "But, what happened back there? What happened at your house?" she asked the Medical Examiner, hoping to get answers to the questions she was going to ask her best friend in the next few minutes.

Maura turned her head a little to Jane, and for the first time in so long, she showed her vulnerable side. Maura felt as though she was a child again, the day her parents packed her things and had shipped her away to Paris to go to the boarding school she'd specifically applied to herself. That feeling had been one of the worst she had felt in her life, alongside when she was trying her immersion therapy for the first time, that had also been one of her worst experiences, emotionally. She looked to Jane, with tears gliding down her face and a dampened upper lip from the sniffling. Showing Jane this side of her, Maura felt as though she were showing her mother - her adoptive mother, Constance - who was most likely to tell her to stop blubbering and be a lady, Maura didn't know if Jane would be able to handle her in this way.

Jane took one look at Maura and she knew she had to wait to ask her the questions about what had happened, and she couldn't let anyone else her those questions. They were just too personsal, but Jane knew that if she took charge of the case, the Lieutenant might deem her findings as biased with having known the 'victims' involved. Watching Maura just sit there, gazing into the space before her, Jane watched another lone tear streak Maura's cheek, even in her disabile as it were, Maura's tears were even graceful.

"Jane, please." were Maura's first words on the subject since getting from the crime scene (her house) to Jane's place.

"Maura, I know...but eventually, soon...you're going to have to tell me, and possibly some other Detective's." she placed her hand over one of Maura's and realised she was cold and shaking, "Hey, let me get you a blanket, huh?" she frowned and looked around to see if the old throw was still over the arm of the sofa. Luckily, it was, so Jane grabbed it and unfolded it before tossing it gently around Maura, "Hey, the sooner you tell someone what happened, the better. You'll be able to move on past it." Jane tried to comfort her friend whilst still trying to make her see the light of what was going to happen.

"I-I can't, Jane. Not now..." Maura shook her head, grasping at the throw to pull it tighter around herself, as if containing herself in her own little world, safer and warm now, with Jane and Jemima, "Not now." she repeated and sighed a little.

"You can talk to me, you know? I'm not just a Detective, Maura. I'm your friend." Jane tried again, a different tactic, but also, she did want to listen and be a shoulder for Maura to cry on should she need it.

"I know..." she replied, in a barely audible tone, "I think I'd like to sleep now." she stated, this time louder, so her message was loud and clear also: 'I do not want to answer any questions about what happened, who my husband was, and how I came to be in that relationship.' Maura stood and looked to Jane, "Jemima's probably already fallen asleep, I can move her over, you're welcome to join us...I know how this couch is when you wake up in the morning..." she gave a half smile to Jane and started down the hallway to Jane's bedroom where Jemima had been watching the movie.

Getting into the bedroom, Maura noticed that Jemima was indeed asleep already and she smiled a little, stroking over her daughter's hair and releasing the throw so it fell onto the side of the bed, half on - half off, before she kneeled onto the bed, moving her hands under her daughter to scoot her over in the middle of the bed, so if Jane were to come into the bed, the girl would be safe between her mother and her 'aunt'.

As Maura moved the girl, she awoke and looked up at her mother, "Mommy, did you tell auntie Jane what happened?" she questioned, still in her half-slumber, the movie still quietly playing in the background and the night light churning over in the outlet, casting beautiful shapes onto the walls and ceilings.

"Shh honey, go back to sleep, you're exhausted." Maura smiled gently down to her daughter and stroked over her hair again, tucking her under the blanket and removing her socks. Maura always removed Jemima Jane's socks as she knew that the feet needed to breathe at night, "Get some rest." she told the child, leaning down to press her lips loving to Jemima's forehead, seeing the girl closing her eyes instantly.

"Did you tell me what?" Jane asked Maura quietly from the doorway, standing there, not threateningly but she had her arms crossed over her chest.

"Jane, please, not now." Maura whispered as she picked up the throw and began to fold it, before she placed it at the foot of the bed, and crossed to turn out the nightlight in the outlet as well as stop the movie that was playing. Once she had completed those tasks, Maura glanced back to the doorway and saw that Jane had moved to the spot on her side of the bed, she was looking down to Jemima as Maura began to undress.

"What does or doesn't she want me to know, Maura? What did your daughter do?" Jane asked, looking to Maura in the sliver of light that shone through the doorway, and she watched the Medical Examiner hot foot as she contemplated telling Jane what Jemima had done back at their house.