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Onto the good stuff now.
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"Why do you seem so frantic right now?" Jane posed over a corpse with her arms folded across her chest. She had just witnessed her friend rushing through sentences and staring at her watch. "Got a hot date tonight, Maur?" She laughed, waiting for the doctor's response. Nothing. "Maur? Do you have a date tonight?" The stern look in her eyes gave Jane all the answer she needed. "Who is it? What 'John' is it this time? We've hung out every single night for the past two weeks and I don't recall you mentioning anyone…" The detective was growing frustrated but attempted to play it off as casual curiosity. "You're going to get a nasty case of hives if you don't—"
"Eve," Maura began, cutting her friend off, "invited me to dinner as a thank you for letting her stay in the guest room last night."
The name had the detective stepping backwards to allow room for understanding. She opened and shut her mouth several times not sure what to stay. Anger, aggravation, and a side of disappointment crashing through her bones like needles. "Okay," was all she could think.
The medical examiner stood up straight, "okay?" She observed signs of irritation creeping across her friend's face and hurt in her eyes. "Is that okay?"
Jane started toward the morgue doors, "you're a grown woman Maura and you don't need my permission. I'm going to go talk to Frost and Korsak about this case."
"Jane… Jane?" She watched the detective walk away to hide in the elevator with her eyes glued to the floor.
She reached the main floor and immediately walked outside to her car and drove. She stood idle at a red light and stared out the driver's side window gazing at the stars. She suddenly thought of all those cheesy songs she used to make fun of and things started making sense to her. Unsure of what she was feeling and where she was going, she ended up at the guesthouse where her mother currently was. A simple knock on the door and Angela already knew something was up.
"What's wrong baby? Where's Dr. Isles, is she okay?" She hugged her daughter.
Jane walked in the door and sat down on the loveseat with her mother, "Maura is going on a date tonight." Struggling to digest her thoughts she continued, "with Eve."
"But I thought you two—" Angela cut herself off, "never mind, not my business," she mumbled.
Her ears rang slightly, "what's none of your business?"
"Oh, you two, I thought you were… you know…"
The detective let this sink in for a moment and fully comprehend the short, staggered words. "Oh." She hesitated. "Oh. Ohhhh. Ma!"
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"I usually just boil it all down to my singing You Can't Hurry Love by The Supremes at our wedding. I think that's where it all started going downhill for us." Eve sipped her wine and stared at the woman across from her.
Maura laughed at her story, "so karaoke ended your marriage?" She swirled the red spirit in her stemmed glass before looking back up, "that's devastating… For karaoke."
Throughout stories passed back and forth there were only casual, tapping touches of the arm and playful grins. The two women shared a few light-hearted laughs back and forth and the doctor found she was genuinely enjoying the woman's company but remained guarded throughout dinner and drinks as if she had a million secrets trying to climb through the walls of her body. She had barely nibbled at the food on her plate and only downed a few sips of her wine. Eve had sensed this as just nervousness and decided they could put an end to the evening because they had each had long and draining days, Maura more than her, she noted aloud. She suggested she walk the medical examiner back to her car that was parked down the street to which she agreed.
"Are you going back to your hotel, Eve?" Maura swung her purse back and forth while strolling down the street in her designer stilettos without a hitch in her step.
The pediatrician had anxious hands in her pockets and was staring at the street, she peeked up at the blonde from the corner of her eye, "yeah, I think it'd be inappropriate if I stayed over tonight."
It took crossing the street for the doctor to understand what she meant. Instead of saying anything in response she kept her mouth snapped shut.
They had reached her car and Maura unlocked the door while Eve scurried in front of her to open it for the refined woman. "I had a nice time, thank you for joining me," Eve held the car door ajar, her eyes twinkling at the doctor's.
Noticing the change in here facial muscles tone of her eyes, the medical examiner felt exposed and apprehensive. She quickly mentioned, "I did too. And thank you for dinner." So to not be rude, she kissed the woman on her cheek and hopped in the car. With her door still opened, she added, "please come over soon to see Osler."
Eve tucked her lips in and pressed them together, understanding finally, "yeah, I will." A polite smile from each woman permitted Maura to shut the door.
The ME began driving down the street and watched the modest steps of her date walking away. Her shoulders were relaxed, slumped in a way. Maura thoughtfully hoped she hadn't let the woman down too much. There was just nothing beyond the initial flirting for her other than friendship. She thought the woman was sweet and funny and made her laugh. She was aesthetically pleasing to the eye, calm with the ability to make those around her feel at ease, sophisticated, and very well-mannered. It wasn't because she was a woman, her sex had nothing to do with it—she had been attracted to the same gender before and never thought twice. Her mind racing, she was soon realizing what this was all about. She stepped on the gas and zipped down the streets of Boston. Streetlights passing her windows like quick ideas, yellow lights were beacons for acceleration, and red lights never stood a chance.
Practically jumping through her front door, she saw Angela sitting at the island in the kitchen reading quietly. Composing herself, she smiled at her, "Is Jane here?"
She looked up, disappointed in the woman at first, but when she was asked about her daughter, a small beam shone on her face, "she just left, not even two minutes ago."
Maura closed her eyes and looked down before racing back out of her home.
Returning to the streets, speeding, screeching to stops, scanning the road ahead of her, watching rain droplets begging to form on her windshield, she spotted the cruiser. A simple flash of the headlights, a light honk, and the point was taken.
Jane pulled her car over and stepped out, lifting her blazer over her to shelter her from the rain. Maura jumped out and met her halfway. Having rehearsed a dozen different things to say to her friend she just stopped and stared. The detective let her jacket drop so they would both be matching and damp from the water coming down on them.
"What the hell, Maur?! What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry."
"What?"
The doctor moved so that she was now a few feet closer. "I'm sorry, Jane."
"Sorry for what?"
Their hair had moistened all the way through now but neither were paying attention to the growing rain showing coming down on them. The detective watched her friend step another couple feet closer to be heard through the curtain of rainfall. "For going out on a date with Eve…"
"Maur, you don't have to apologize for that." Jane dropped her shoulders.
Without her control, alarm and overwhelm came over her body. She was crying. "Yes, I do."
The brunette reached out and put her hands on either side of her shoulder, gripping tighter around the soaking material. "Maur…" With just the mention of her name, the doctor's body went limp in her friend's arms. "What's wrong?"
"I just," she had no words.
"You what?" Jane spoke softly.
"I think I'm," she stopped herself.
The taller friend lightly pulled the blonde away so she could at her. She scanned her eyes and scrutinized every inch of her face. "Maura?" The detective's husky voice sounded.
"Jane…" hesitation and reluctance amazed her body.
Her hands slid up to either cheek and her back arched to keep the doctor looking at her so she could read her, "tell me what's wrong." She whispered.
Maura rested each of her smaller hands around Jane's wrists. "I can't," she cried.
Jane looked through her, around her, the puddles forming around them, the damp pavement, their hazard lights flashing like strobe lights. The weight of the rain between them was too much to hold. She slowly brought the doctor closer, keeping her eyes pinned to those across from her, inching tighter together. Jane lifted her friend's chin looking for approval. She leaned down and pressed her lips delicately on Maura's, awaiting a response. Tension had fallen from her shoulders and the doctor grabbed her friend's completely saturated blazer at the lapels and tugged her allowing their lips to move together with luxury and comfort. Jane's arms were wrapped around the shorter woman's waist as her lips danced across her friend's.
The downpour was easing up and without letting go of one another, Jane peeled her head back for a moment to catch her gasp. She looked to her Maura. "Finally," she breathed.