Author's Note: Hi, guys. I just wanted to say thank you for your support on this. I know it's super AU and different and possibly a little OC, but it's fun to write. The next chapter will probably be the last. I'm so glad you guys have enjoyed it so far and I hope you continue to do so. (: Oh and I didn't proof-read again-surprise, surprise-so any mistakes are my own.
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Edit: Sorry if this update turns up in your inbox, but I couldn't take take the typos. I seem to make a lot of those at 4am. xD Hopefully I got them all or at least the ones that were bothering me the most. Peace~
Tommy smiled charmingly and attempted to step in but 'Margo' let out a deep growl, hackles raised. What the hell is Tommy doing here? Jane thought. She loved her baby brother but she didn't trust him around Maura.
"Whoa," Tommy held his hands up. "When did you get a dog?" He asked, looking down at the large German Shepherd.
Maura looked down and frowned slightly at the growling dog. "Hush, Margo. It's alright." She murmured, stroking the dog's head. Jane narrowed her eyes but backed away slowly. Maura looked back at Tommy and smiled. "She's not mine. I'm just watching her." Maura said as she shut the door behind Tommy.
Nodding, Tommy kept a close eye on Jane and moved into the kitchen with Maura on his heels. Both of them took a seat opposite of each other, Maura waiting for Tommy to speak. "I heard about Jane," He finally said gravely. "I just wanted to come check and make sure you were okay." He finished, scratching the back of his neck.
Maura looked down at her hands and nodded. "I see. Well, I'm fine, Tommy, although I appreciate your concern." She said, offering a smile.
Tommy nodded and gently placed his hand on top of Maura's. A second later there was a loud bark, making Tommy jump and take away his hand as if he'd been burnt. Maura looked over at 'Margo' who was sitting not too far but, watching Tommy with an unwavering glare.
Clearing his throat, Tommy stood up. "Anyway, I'm glad you're okay. I'm sorry for bothering you so late, I just wanted to make sure you were okay." They both stood and headed back for the door. Tommy made a move to hug Maura but a barking snarl made him hesitate. "Right, so I'll see you." He mumbled, quickly moving turning to leave.
If Jane were human, she'd be grinning right now. Maura turned to look at Jane after shutting and locking the door. She frowned lightly at the dog and folded her arms. "What was that all about?" She asked, as if Jane could answer her.
Flattening her ears and looking sheepish, Jane let out a low whimpering growl. "Tommy's an ass. He's got the hots for you and there's no way I'm letting that happen!"
Maura narrowed her eyes at Jane. "Tommy is a very nice man." She said as she began to head for her bedroom.
Jane snorted and stood up to follow. "Yeah, yeah. He's a real gentleman." She growled back, making it in Maura's bedroom just in time before Maura shut the door behind them. Jane looked longingly at Maura's bed, knowing that if she even attempted to get in, she'd get fussed at.
Maura watched and raised a brow. "Don't even think about it…" She said, practically reading Jane's thoughts.
Letting out a series of low growls, Jane plopped down on the floor and looked up at Maura.
The honey blonde smirked. "You remind me of someone with all your backtalk." Her smile faltered slightly at the thought of Jane.
Sitting up, Jane pawed at Maura's thigh, cocking her head to one side. "It's me, Maur. I'm right here." She said desperately, but it only came out as a soft whimper.
Maura looked down at 'Margo Lane' and smiled softly. "Thank you." She said gently as she ran her fingers through silky black fur.
Jane sighed and let her paw fall back onto the plush carpet. She watched as Maura began to undress and that was when Jane realized the ME was about to take a shower. Shit, shit, shit, fuck! Jane's eyes darted around the room, but the sound of a dress falling and pooling at Maura's feet made her look back at the honey blonde.
Maura was half naked in just a black bra and panties as she bent down to pick up her dress so it didn't get wrinkled. When she was standing back up, she noticed that Margo Lane had plopped back down on her belly with both paws covering her eyes. "You are a strange dog." She said as she moved to hang up her dress and head into the end suite.
Jane growled from her position on the floor but kept her eyes covered. Don't look at Maura naked, don't look at Maura naked, don't look at Maura naked. She repeated the mantra in her mind until she heard the bathroom door close. Letting out a sigh of relief, Jane stood up and looked around the room. How can I get her to realize it's me? She wondered as she began to nose around.
30 minutes later, Maura was out of the shower and searching through her drawers for something to sleep in. She settled for a silky nightgown and bent over to twist her hair in a towel. When she finished, she realized that Margo Lane was nowhere in sight and her door was wide open. Her heart rate seemed to pick up, thinking someone else was in the house.
Slowly, Maura moved to the open door and peered out into the dimly lit hallway. No one was there. The faint clicking of nails started up until she saw Margo Lane turn down the hall, something in her muzzle. Relief and anger flooded through her all at once. As the dog peered into the door, almost checking for something, she glanced at Maura once before coming fully inside the room.
"Did you open the door?" Maura asked, not quite sure why she was asking someone who couldn't reply. What surprised her was that Margo nodded, still holding something in the grips of her jaws. Maura watched on in shock as Margo jumped onto the bed and gently set down what Maura now realized was a framed photo.
Not even thinking about scolding the dog, the ME moved to the bed and peered down at the photo. It was one of she and Jane at the dirty robber. The brunette had her arms wrapped around Maura and was planting a sloppy kiss on her cheek. Margo barked once, startling Maura out of her revere. She watched as the dog pawed at the picture, focusing on Jane.
"What are you trying to tell me?" Maura asked breathlessly, still not quite believing what was happening.
Margo-Jane for her part was having a hard time thinking up ways to explain to Maura that she was Jane. "I am Jane!" She barked, looking down at the photo and pawing at it again and doing a small circle. She was panting and feeling anxious.
Maura swallowed and bit her lip. "D-do you know where Jane is?" Her voice was quiet, as if she didn't want anyone to know she was talking to a dog.
Jane thought for a moment. Well this was getting close, so she quickly nodded her head and barked.
"Where is she?" Maura asked, now not caring that she was having a conversation with a dog.
Jane looked around the room, unsure of how to answer. It was like a horrible game of Charades; a game she definitely would not be playing again in the future…If she ever got the chance.
Letting out a frustrated growl, Jane jumped off the bed and moved to one of Maura's nightstands, she gripped the knob with a sharp set of teeth and pulled the drawer open. Maura watched in awe and shock as the dog stood on her hind legs and rested her front paws on the edge of her nightstand, long snout digging around the drawer.
Jane successfully found a notepad and dropped it to the ground before her muzzle went back into the drawer to pull out a pen. Excited, her tail began to wag as she dropped the pen to the ground and looked up at Maura, barking.
Maura moved to the edge of the bed to watch as the dog pawed at the notepad, growling until she managed to flip it open to the middle of the book to a blank page.
Let's see here, how to do this. Can I write with my mouth? Jane thought as she picked up the pen and tried to maneuver it so that instead of sticking out of her mouth sideways, the tip would stick out the front of her jaws. She used her paws to help her with this, growling in frustration until she finally got it.
Meanwhile, Maura was unable to move, unsure if the dog was merely playing or…or if she understood her and was trying to tell her something.
Placing a paw on the notebook to hold it still, Jane worked to move the tip of the pen on the paper in her favor. She managed to write "Here" in sloppy, shaky letters and then, "Me" She dropped the pen to look at her handiwork and allow Maura to look at the paper.
The ME bent down to pick up the notebook and gasped. She was silent for a long moment, staring at the shaky letters on the page before she looked down at the dog, sitting there waiting with hopeful eyes. "Jane?" It was just a whisper, because Maura is still unsure. She's not even sure this is real because this is just—it's physically impossible.
But the dog—Jane nodded vigorously and barked. "Yes! Yes, it's me! Maura, it's me! Please, please believe me." Jane put a paw on Maura's knee and whimpered.
Maura shook her head. "No, no this is not happening. You are a dog. You are not Jane I—" But Jane cut her off with a loud bark, pawing at the notebook in her hand and nodding her head. Maura's eyes water but she blinks them back. "I-I need to lie down." She said quietly, setting the notebook on her night stand and moving to the middle of the bed to lie down.
Jane sighed and jumped onto the bed as well. She plopped down beside Maura and let her head lay gently on Maura's stomach.
Maura stiffened as she glanced down at Jane but ultimately her hand moved to pet the top of Jane's head, playing with her soft ears.
This was a lot to take in, she just needed-she needed to think.
Jane heaved a sigh and watched Maura contently, wondering what she was thinking, if she believed her. She'd let it go for now, let Maura think.