Sorry, long A/N to address a couple of things.

Thank you for all of those who have taken the time to review and address your concerns regarding the plot thus far. I have to agree with what some of you have said: the blue collar cop/rich doctor problem has been prevalent in many stories. Though that was a big part of the last chapter, that wasn't actually the way I intended this story to go, at least not as far as you may think. When I began to write the beginning of this chapter, I did it with the idea in mind that Jane would see things differently. I hope I did alright transmitting that so far and will elaborate down the line.

Some of you have also mentioned the fact that Jane is still technically under Maura's care since a PT isn't an actual doctor. Though a PT can hold a doctorate in physical therapy, that is different. This I admit, is entirely my fault for not having taken the time to research before writing the story. I'm afraid that at this point making changes would just be too detrimental since a big part of the story is the two of them being alright with dating since Jane is no longer Maura's patient. I figure it can go two ways: either you all can be kind enough to overlook my mistake and go with it or I can add something in later chapters with Jane stating that she is seeing a physical therapist whose private practice is on hospital grounds. I did read somewhere that patients don't necessarily need referrals to see a PT so we can try that angle.

Thank you for pointing out my mistakes and for your input everyone! I do take all suggestions into consideration and will do my best to accommodate when I think it possible. Enough of my babbling; onto the chapter! I'll try to have another one up tonight! As always, I'd love to know what you think of it.

The morning sun shone through the light curtains, filling the room with a warm glow. Jane woke, scrunching her face up and frowning at the offending light hitting her too sensitive eyes. She was distracted soon enough when she felt an arm around her waist.

She looked around quickly, being disoriented for the briefest of moments until she looked at the aforementioned arm and realized it belonged to one Maura Isles. Slowly turning her head, she opened her eyes fully to see Maura resting on her side, a respectable distance away from Jane. Her honey blonde hair shone in the morning light as it lay splayed against the pillow; Jane could see how soft and silky it appeared and immediately felt like running her fingers through the blonde tresses. Observing Maura more carefully, she noticed the blonde was fast asleep, her breathing deep and even. Though there was no other movement of any kind, her closed eyes were moving rapidly. The smallest hint of a smile was formed on her features and Jane wondered just what it was the blonde was dreaming about. Maura was completely out of it, and at Jane's mercy to admire.

There was no sign of the minimal makeup Maura had worn the night before. Her skin, fair and smooth, was slightly freckled on her cheekbones and on her neck, leading down towards what to Jane was unchartered territory. Jane had never gotten around to asking Maura her age, but she figured the doctor was either her age or a couple of years older. That guess was purely based on the way Maura carried herself, full of confidence no doubt due to the professional experience that came off Maura in waves. Now that she had time to unabashedly look at the doctor's face, she saw none of the typical signs of aging for a person their age. Maura being a doctor, Jane thought, would show more severe signs of aging with the crazy hours and schedule surgeons had to keep. They didn't have a set time to sleep or eat; they slept and ate when they could. The only thing Jane could see on Maura's face that showed the slightest sign of her age were the three practically nonexistent lines beginning to form on her forehead. Jane's eyes began a descent over a perfectly sculpted, thin nose down to full lips. She was beginning to get lost in those lips, imagining what they would feel like on other places on her body other than her own lips when –

"Good morning," Maura spoke softly, eyes still closed.

"Hi," Jane replied. "How'd you know I was awake?"

Maura opened her eyes slowly and hazel met brown. "I felt your eyes on me."

"That's kinda creepy Maur."

"Creepier than laying perfectly still and watching someone while they sleep?" Maura threw back at her with an arched eyebrow and a smirk.

"Point taken," Jane conceded.

It was then that Maura realized where her arm lay. She made to move it but felt Jane's hand on her immediately. "No," she said. "Don't. I like it there."

Maura smiled at Jane and got comfortable once more. "I'm sorry about last night; I truly wasn't thinking I would take as long as I did. My patient it turns out was – what expression did Susie use? Shooming on the roof?"

"Shrooming? As in magic mushrooms?" Jane asked.

"Yes! That's it. Due to the effects of the drug, she must have had some kind of hallucinations that caused or at least aided in her fall. There were 52 breaks total, with one extremely critical to her femur. The surgery took even longer than expected because she kept coding."

"Coding?" Jane asked for clarification.

"She went into cardiopulmonary arrest and we had to resuscitate in several instances. She developed an air embolism in her heart. We paged cardio stat and they were just taking too long in getting there so I had to perform a thorocotomy to get it taken care of. I hadn't performed a thorocotomy since my residency."

"But she's ok, right? I mean, had you continued to wait for the doctor you paged, what would've happened?"

"She could've died. The CT surgeon would've done a much less invasive procedure, and it wouldn't have been as bad on her regarding recovery."

"Maura, your patient is fine and alive, thanks to you. Had you not done what you did, she might not have even had the chance for recovery."

Maura didn't seem convinced by Jane's argument. She sighed, and looked down at her hands, deciding to drop the subject. "So you found the room I see. How was your evening?"

It was Jane's turn to stop and think. She had managed to get some sleep, yet her thoughts of the previous night had drifted in and out of her mind throughout the night and since she'd woken that morning.

"I had a great night. By the way, you neglected to tell me you had a turtle."

"Geochelone sulcata, or African spurred tortoise. Bass! I forgot to lock him in last night. I'm sorry, I just completely forgot to mention him. I hope he didn't startle you."

"Bass? Like after an ex-boyfriend?"

"After William M. Bass, forensic anthropologist and founder of The Body Farm. Though I chose to go into orthopedic surgery, a part of me has always been fascinated with pathology and forensic science."

"Oh right, that Bass… well, Bass and I had a rather awkward encounter last night. I was in the kitchen to get a glass of water and I tripped over him and nearly fell. You would think that I would've seen him, considering his size."

Maura had a horrified look on her face. "Oh my! You could've taken a horrible fall! I'm so sorry!"

"It's alright Maur, nothing happened. I just felt bad for startling the poor little guy… it took him a little while to poke his head out from under his shell again. We reached an agreement and are friends now," Jane said with a smile.

"I'm very grateful nothing bad came of it," Maura stated with relief.

"Me too," Jane agreed.

A minute of silence passed between the two.

"Something is bothering you."

Jane turned to face Maura, surprised by this statement. She raised a questioning eyebrow.

"You do this thing with your lip when you're nervous or something is bothering you, it's rather cute," Maura replied with a small shrug of her shoulders. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Jane didn't reply right away.

"Is it because I left you alone last night?"

"No Maura, don't think that. Your leaving was necessary."

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I don't mean to pry; I just thought I'd let you know I was here in the event you wanted to let it out."

She was completely and utterly in awe of the woman next to her. Maura was breathtakingly beautiful in every sense of the word, inside and out. Her heart fluttered with joy at the mere act of looking into hazel eyes which shone with bright specks of gold in the morning light. The more she thought about it and the more she looked into Maura's deep, meaningful eyes the more she realized that she needed the blonde in her life. Jane closed the small gap between the two by moving over and resting her body so that it touched Maura's. She leaned in and gave the doctor a soft kiss on the lips. "Thank you. I don't think it matters right now. I'll tell you about it if things change, alright?"

Maura wrapped her arm around Jane's waist a little tighter and held her close. "Alright." She looked over at the clock to see that it was just past 7. She'd only been home for a couple of hours. "Are you hungry?" she asked Jane. I could make us some breakfast."

"I'm not that hungry right now and considering you got in late last night or this morning, I'm guessing you are more sleepy than hungry, am I right?"

"I'm still tired, yes."

"How about this? We can save breakfast for later on; I've never been much of an early riser anyway… at least not on days I didn't have to go to work."

"You don't look tired anymore though, what are you going to do?"

Jane pressed their lips together once more as she brought her hand up to trace Maura's cheekbone. The movement was as soft as she could muster. "I think I can definitely get some more sleep," she replied as she let her hand rest against the curve of Maura's waist and closed her eyes. She felt Maura's breath on her throat as she gave a much more contented sigh before snuggling up closer to the detective and attempting to fall back asleep.