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.

SIX

Waking up, Jane looked around her apartment, the first thing she saw was Maura's Birkin bag. Maura's bag. She was still there. The Detective roused herself from sleep and shook her head, looking around her open plan living and kitchen area for more clues as to Maura and her daughter still being there. She saw the shoes and coat Maura had been wearing, still draped over the counter where Jane had removed them from the Medical Examiner when the two had first arrived and she'd placed them there, intending to hang the coat up later on.

The Detective heard movement in the bedroom and decided to get up to make herself her morning coffee, allowing whoever it was awake to leave the room first before descending on them. Jane knew that both Maura and Jemima would need time after what they'd been through, especially after what they'd been through. Jane still didn't know exactly what that was and she couldn't even begin to guess but she knew it was most definitely horrific from the way Maura was being around her daughter.

As Jane was standing at the counter, wiping the sleep from her eyes and hovering by her percolator, the bedroom door opened. She turned around to see Jemima standing there in the middle of the hallway. Jane swallowed, "Hey, J.J, everything okay?" she asked the girl, turning around fully to look at her.

"Momma's gone." the girl said.

"Gone, sweetie? Where did she go?" Jane asked the girl, moving towards her.

"She left, with a man." Jemima replied and frowned a little.

"Who was it? What did he look like, Jemima?"

"He was tall."

Jane sighed slightly aggravated with the short, unhelpful answers the child was giving her in response to the questions she was asking her. She raked her fingers through her hair and she grabbed at her cellphone, dialling her brother's number, "Frankie, can you come over, I need you to watch Jemima for a while. Okay. See you soon." she threw her phone back onto the counter and looked to Jemima, "Sweetie, come here, I need you to tell me about this man your mother left with."

Jemima walked over to Jane and looked up to her until the Detective crouched down to speak with her. She felt Jane's arms wrap around her and she looked into Jane's dark eyes, knowing she wanted to know more information that Jemima had. The girl swallowed and she bit her lip, "Momma kissed him. She looked happy he was here."

"He was here? In the apartment?" Jane questioned.

"Yes, my mom let him inside. I saw them kissing and she told me to go back to bed, and she would bring me a present when she comes back later." Jemima nodded.

"Did he have a car? Did you see his car?"

"No. But, I remember him. I remember he came to our house and he argued with my daddy."

"He argued with your daddy? About what J.J?"

"I don't know. My mom saw me and put me back to bed, I heard the door bang, it was loud and then my mom and daddy argued too."

"God, where is Frankie?" Jane hissed to herself, looking to the clock that hung on the kitchen wall.

"Is momma in trouble, Aunt Jane?"

"No, no sweetie, she's fine." Jane told the child, she did not want that child to worry. Jane was beyond worried though, she wanted to know who this man was. She had an inkling of who it might be, but she wasn't sure of it. She looked to Jemima and smiled, "You want some chocolate milk?"

"Who is the man momma was with?" Jemima asked, standing at the counter while Jane got out the milk and a glass for her, while they waited on Frankie getting there to take care of the girl, "I don't know his name."

"I'm unsure sweetie, here." Jane smiled setting the milk down and then patting the girl on the head, "Uncle Frankie will be here soon."

"Yay! I miss uncle Frankie!" Jemima whooped and sipped from the glass, looking up at Jane with wide eyes.

"Hey, what did he promise you the last time you saw him? Was it hotdogs and baseball?" Jane smiled to the girl, trying to get her to think of anything but her mother and the mystery man Maura had left with early that morning.

"NO!Red Sox and cheeseburger!" Jemima corrected Jane.

"Oh, cheeseburger! It's a good thing you remember things J.J. you'd make a brilliant Detective one day!" Jane joked with the child.

"I'd like to be one." Jemima blushed then and looked down to her bare feet shyly, "I want to be just like you, Auntie Jane."

Jane found herself choked up for a moment or so as she processed the words that Jemima had said to her; I want to be just like you. She swallowed and looked to the child who was stepping from one foot to the other in most bashful sense, her face almost ashen as she glanced up at the Detective and quickly dropped her head back to her feet again. Softly, Jane scooped the girl in her arms and held her close, "You don't want to be like your mom?" Jane questioned.

"I like her clothes and shoes, I dress up in them sometimes, but I don't like momma's job. The dead smell and bodies scare me." she said to Jane.

Just as Jane was about to ask Jemima how she knew what the bodies looked and smelled like, Frankie turned the handle and the door swung open, revealing him standing there with his arms open, ready to receive the already rushing Jemima as Jane had let her down. She watched and then sighed, "I...I gotta head out Frankie." she gestured to Maura's things on the table and then to Jemima, "Maura left her purse, I have to get them to her..." she gave Frankie 'the look'. The look that told him to keep Jemima safe on all accounts, "I'll be back later on...see you two later!"