The next morning came way too soon for the sleepy detective. She rolled over onto her side and reached across her bed. Jane was met with cold sheets telling her Maura must have been up for a while. Immediately she was brought back to the night before when the doctor caught her singing, and about her no less. She breathed a sigh of relief because some how she managed to get out of that sticky situation without having to express her feelings.

Jane knew she had had feelings for the doctor for quite a while, but she was unsure if those feelings were reciprocated. Last night she was kept up by her nagging brain. She thought the best way to get some of those thoughts out was to sing them. So she sang her uncertainty, not expecting to be overheard.

She rolled over to Maura's side of the bed and took in her scent; she smiled thinking about how easy it was to be around this woman. Jane loved that she could be her complete self with this person; this was something she had never had before. The detective was brought out of her thoughts by some shuffling around in the kitchen. She smiled thinking of the doctor working around her kitchen probably trying to find something healthy and edible enough for breakfast.

The curly haired woman decided to get up and join her friend in the kitchen. She took her time walking down the hallway and stopped for a moment when she heard the soft hum of music coming from the room. She peeked around the corner and sight brought a big smile to her face and heart.

Maura was dancing around the kitchen singing to the radio. She had pancakes on the stove and some batter on her cheek. She didn't seem to care. The doctor glided around the kitchen, twirling and shaking her hips to the music. Her hair was pulled into a low pony tail and swung back and forth with her rhythm. Jane took this moment to really look at this woman. She enjoyed the sight of her working and dancing around the kitchen. It made her all the more human and all the more beautiful. Then Jane heard her belt out some lyrics.

People are talking, talking bout people

I hear them whisper, you won't believe it

They think we're lovers kept under covers

I just ignore it, but they keep saying

We laugh just a little too loud

We stand just a little too close

We stare just a little too long

Maybe they're seeing something we don't, darling.

Jane stood a little shocked for a moment. The words ringing true in her own thoughts and head. Maybe Maura didn't know what she was singing. But that song pretty much described their friendship. The detective debated on making her presence known or letting her continue.

I feel so foolish, I never noticed

You'd act so nervous, could you be falling for me?

It took a rumor to make me wonder

Now I'm convinced I'm going under

Thinking bout you every day

Dreaming bout you every night

Hoping that you feel the same way

Now that we know it, let's really show it, darling.

Maura continued onto the chorus singing and dancing her way through Jane's kitchen.

Let's give them something to talk about

How about love?

As Maura sang the last line, she realized how true this song was in her own life and her relationship with the sleeping woman in the next room.

Jane finally took the opportunity to make her presence known. She stepped up to the counter while the honey blonde's back was to her flipping some pancakes.

"Sing it, Dr. Isles!" Jane said over the music.

Maura instantly froze and started to turn red. "Jane!...I didn't see you there."

"Obviously," the taller woman smirked.

"How much did you see?" Maura asked shyly.

"Pretty much all of it, doc."

Jane started to smile brightly and laughed some. This made the doctor relax some and break out into a fit of her own giggles. "Well I hope you enjoyed the show, detective."

"That I did."

Maura caught the tone to her statement but decided not to push the issue at that moment. "Frost and Korsak said I may like that song, so I decided to check it out."

Jane almost choked on her orange juice hearing that. "They would…" she said under her breath. The guys had been giving her a hard time for weeks about Maura.

Thankfully the smaller woman did not catch what Jane said.

"Breakfast is ready!"

"Great, I am starved," Jane smiled up at her friend. "Thanks for making this, Maur."

"Any time, Detective."

The two settled into their easy and comfortable routine. They laughed and enjoyed their morning before heading to work. Both of them were glad to have gotten out of their singing situations without too much embarrassment or confessions.