Jane is in her medicine induced coma. I haven't mentioned anything from Jane's perspective since the first chapter. So here you go. When Maura is talking to Jane about her feelings, she's dreaming. Hope you like it.
Jane was lying in her bed back in her apartment. She was woken up by Jo-Friday licking her face.
"Hey girl! Give me a minute and I'll take you for a walk," Jane told her little roommate. Jo barked before running out of the bedroom.
She stretched before rolling over and placing her arm around the waste of the person lying next to her. The person took Jane's hand and pulled it up to her chest, intertwining their fingers.
"Mornin," she said to the back of the blonde's head.
"Hey Jane. I'm sorry for the way I just acted," the woman said not facing Jane.
"What are you talking about?" Jane asked the hair in front of her face. She tried pulling her arm towards her to get the woman to turn over but she wouldn't budge.
"That was out of character. I didn't know what came over me. Well…I do now," the blonde continued.
"Ok are you gonna tell me what was out of character?" Jane asked annoyed that the woman was not looking her in the face. She was wearing one of Jane's gray Boston PD t-shirts, which was two sizes too big.
"I don't know if you heard the nurse Angela, not your mom, say that you were more her type than your brother. She wasn't coming on to you, but was just clarifying that she was gay."
"Ok now I'm really confused. Who the fuck is this nurse Angela? Did she hurt you? Did she come on to you?" Jane said getting more irritated, and a little bit jealous. She rolled over the woman to see her face, but as Jane got on the other side of the bed, kneeling on the floor, the woman turned the other way, keeping them from making eye contact. Jane slid back into the bed and wrapped her arm around her waist. She wanted to see her face, but after the failed attempt she felt that touching her would be better than nothing.
The blonde again took Jane's hand and intertwined their fingers
"So when she was talking about your bottom looking red, I got jealous."
"When did she see my bare ass?"
The blonde kept going as if she did not hear the question or the swears, "Why would I, Dr. Maura Isles, get jealous of another woman looking at your butt?"
"Well that is actually a very good question. So why did you get jealous Dr. Maura Isles?" Jane said mimicking the doctor on her bed.
The woman finally turned to face Jane. She did not let go of Jane's hand as they made eye contact. Holding it close to her chest fingers still intertwined. Jane looked in the hazel brown eyes of her best friend waiting for the response.
"Well that is because I'm in love with you Jane," Maura said kissing the scar on Jane's hand
"You love me?" Jane asked in disbelief; staring at her friend watching her kiss the scar on hand tenderly, and lovingly.
Maura looked up from Jane's hand, looking right into Jane's brown eyes saying, "I love you Jane Rizzoli."
Tears started to form in Jane's eyes, looking at this woman pour her heart out. Jane can't remember anyone ever saying they loved her with so much emotion in their voice or actions. And for her to feel the same as the person saying it.
Jane could only kiss Maura's forehead and pull her into a hug. She wanted to say I love you too, but the words would not come out of mouth. It felt like something was stuck in her mouth going down her throat. She felt the action spoke for itself, because that's the power of love. Actions sometimes spoke louder than words, right? They lied there in each other's arms, for what felt like eternity.