The past few days working with Jane have brought a mixture of emotions that I've no idea how to handle. Every time we make eye contact it's like there's a silent conversation had, that only we two know about, yet if I were to ask myself what that conversation was about I wouldn't have a clue. The more I observe her behavior the more I feel like there's something she's holding back, yet on the little occasions we manage to talk, it remains strictly professional. Maybe it was something I did?

Maura closed her journal and decided to call it a night. She went about her nightly routine and got ready for bed, hoping there wasn't a call in the middle of the night. They'd been quite busy in homicide, which meant that the morgue was a constant flurry of work. She was grateful for it because it gave her a distraction, yet she also felt like she needed to catch up on her rest. Sleep had been hard to come by lately, with her dreams being invaded by a certain raven haired detective. She just hoped she would gather enough courage to get over whatever was going on and talk to Jane.


The following morning brought with it more work and a new autopsy to be performed. A murder had been called in during the night but the call had instead gone to a different medical examiner; she'd forgotten that they gave her a night off every once in a while. As she began the 'y' incision, she heard the distinct sound of boots hitting the morgue floor in a way that could only mean one person: Jane was making her way over.

"Good morning, Jane. What can I do for you today?" Maura asked without looking up from the body as she carefully made the incision. Once the cut had been made she put her scalpel aside and looked up at the detective.

"How'd you know it was me?" Jane asked.

"Your boots make quite the distinct sound."

"Oh, I didn't realize… anyway… I came down to see what we had with our John Doe."

"I'm just getting started with the autopsy now so I won't have results for a couple of hours at least. You're welcome to stay and observe if you'd like."

"Sure, I'd like that."

For the next hour and a half or so Jane sat and watched Maura work. The medical examiner was very meticulous about her job, making constant notes into the recorder and taking careful measurements of everything. Jane would ask the occasional question when she found an appropriate time to do so, yet she came to learn that Maura did not guess, ever. She didn't know whether to find that annoying or a good work technique. She did find it difficult since homicide thrived on speculation, but there was no changing the honey blonde's mind; she would just have to wait.

"So Maura, what do you do outside of work?"

"Well, I do a variety of things. I enjoy yoga and pilates, going to the park for a run, reading, attending an opera or ballet every once in a while. Because the Isles Foundation helps with a lot of charities, there are a number of events which I attend yearly, mainly fundraisers."

"Your family has a foundation? What are you like rich or something?"

Maura blushed. "My parents are very well off. Most of their money goes into charities and the like, but they established the Isles Foundation to primarily help charities here in Boston."

"Oh, I hadn't realized. So what are you doing hanging with us common folk?"

"Those are my parents Jane, and while I do enjoy events and have a social life in their circles, I also wanted a job with meaning. I chose to be a medical examiner because pathology fascinates me and it also helps in catching the bad guys. I wanted my work to help make a difference to those who can no longer speak for themselves; I can speak for the dead."

"I want my job to make a difference too."

"It does. Your job brings answers and closure to so many people. I know that you meet them at one of the worst moments in their life, but I also know that even though some may not show it, they are grateful for the work you do."

"Thanks Maura."

Maura smiled. "I was wondering if you had any plans for this evening?"

"The only plan I had was to go home and drink a cold beer or two while watching the game."

"Would you be willing to change those plans?"

"Perhaps I can be persuaded to do so… what did you have in mind?"

"I thought you might be able to join me for a drink. I know that I turned you down last week and I apologize, but I was truly tired. Maybe we can try again?" Maura asked, hopeful.

Jane pretended to think long and hard. "Yeah, I think I can make that work," she finally replied with a smile. "Do you want me to pick you up?"

"I hadn't thought about that but sure. I'll text you my address."

"Alright. So I'll see you tonight?"

Maura mirrored Jane's smile. "Yes detective, I look forward to tonight."

Jane left the morgue and Maura returned to her work with a smile. They were finally getting somewhere.


Slowly but surely, we're getting somewhere. what do you guys think?