AN : I only aim to get something unique out there, sorry if you are bored and don't fancy anything that isn't complete rizzles smut. I so wish i could respond to 'guest' reviews - shame. Someone was upset about Maura sleeping with Gabriella. I am not happy about it too, but life is fucked up, shit happens. Jane and Maura's life isn't perfect to begin with - IN MY WORLD. But eventually they get there. I like stories with a plot, and a unique one at that. So when i write i try for that too. I may not succeed according to some people - but I think I try.

I will still be refering to Gaby as Jane until shit hits the fan...thats about two chapters more i suppose.

friday

Maura took the weekend off. It was an impulsive decision she made on Friday after exiting the bullpen. She had some results to run by the guys and as per usual she took it to mean an opportunity to see Jane. When she got there and found Detective Anderson sitting on her girlfriend's desk, she felt irrationally sick. That little incident left an ugly indentation on her perfectly normal day.

Her romantic relationship with Jane was still raw and fragile. It needed enough time to stew and ripen up. Yes, immersion therapy was one way. The relationship had started so suddenly leaving them with only the nights to be together – which in fact had only been two. It only left her craving more and made her days that more awful instead of pleasant. ''A couple of days just the two of us should do some good'', she reasoned with herself. Not that she meant soaking herself in Jane would help get her tired of the brunette fast, thus making her not crave her constantly. No. She just figured it would quench the initial 'romance jitters', leaving them both functioning like normal adults.

I persuaded Dr Pike to fill in for me this weekend – M

One of the things Maura loved about Jane was that she texted back immediately. She had yet to find out if that rule applied to everyone else in Jane's life.

Is that so – J

Thought we could go somewhere to have some time alone – M

I dnt knw Maur. You shld hv told me b4 tlkn to Pike. I wntd to hang out wth the guys – J

Maura felt like a bucket of ice cold water had been splashed in her face. Why hadn't she asked Jane first? This is why she prided herself in thinking before acting. Here she had let her heart take over, making plans for Jane as if the brunette were a child. She wasn't sure –

Thot u'd figure out I ws joking sooner than that – J

Maura let out a sigh of relief at reading that message. But she'd be damned if she acted impulsively again. The few seconds of torture were far less than desirable.

I suppose I am slow in that regard. Where would you like us to go? – M

If u dnt like my idea do you promise not to get mad? – J

The whole texting business was fast getting to Maura so she dialled Jane's number instead.

''I would never get mad at you for making a suggestion Jane, especially after I asked'', she offered as means of greeting.

''Well good afternoon to you too my dear'', Jane said with faux propriety.

''Hello Jane''. The detective sure knew how to make a girl smile.

''How's work?''

''It's alright. I really miss you'', Maura sighed.

''Me too''

''So where would you like to go?'', the blonde asked jovially.

''I know it kinda defeats the purpose of going somewhere to be alone, but I was wondering if you'd like to go to New York?''

''New York'', Maura gasped.

''Well…'', Jane began hesitantly. ''I thought maybe then we could see your mother , maybe for dinner or something'', she finished lamely.

Maura had not been expecting this in the slightest. She took about a minute to think about it before responding in the affirmative. Jane was thrilled. She needed to meet Constance and gauge if there was any way the woman would eventually cause problems for her.

Constance and Maura had a strange relationship to say the least. They only spoke to each other when one of them needed something. There was no resentment or bitterness between the two, it was just how they operated. If Maura had known something different, she may have hated her mother for not showing as much affection. But the little attention and affection she got from Constance seemed to suit her just fine. If there was anything she needed, she just asked for it and got it, what more could she want?

They had nothing in common and she figured it was probably for the better that they didn't spend as much time together – they would most likely bore each to death. It was just as well anyway, Maura had all the space and independence to do as she pleased. She was teased for years at school – some people were, so people weren't, she just fell into the former category. All the friends she ever had could be counted on one hand, but that was ok. She had seen how ugly friendships got when they broke. The back stabbing, fighting, hating, and so on. All she wanted was to spare herself that. And with all the travelling she did, forming bonds just seemed impractical. She was smart and achieved all she ever wished she could. The only other form of love she would need, she could never get from her mother.

Once, she tried explaining this to a boyfriend, who in turn told her it was a stupid and ridiculous notion. By that time it was way too late to change her mindset, so she just let herself be.

Over the five years she had known Jane, she had never once seen her mother. And the few times they had spoken, she never got to mentioning Jane. So technically Constance knew nothing about Jane, and Jane knew very little about the woman. The detective wasn't keen on forming any kind of bond with the woman, she just wanted to vet potential disaster.

''So I will get us tickets and make reservations'', Jane concluded.

''I am going on one condition Jane. If you can't agree then don't bother making any arrangements'', Maura stated vehemently.

''Anything Maur you know that''

''I'm paying''

''No!'', the brunette protested. ''It was my idea, so I pay''

''In that case then, we aren't going anywhere''

''That's not fair Maura'', Jane whined.

''It was my condition, and you said anything'', Maura smiled at her small victory. The doctor had enough money to last her a lifetime and over, there was no need for Jane to be paying for anything.

''I want to do this now so we get a flight for tomorrow morning before it's fully booked. And you are working, so how do you expect to do the paying'', she tried to change the blondes mind.

''Come get my card''

''I am not driving all the way there to get your card Maura. Forget about it. I'm paying''

''Ok fine. Use my other card''

''Maura-'', Jane warned.

''It's in the drawer in my office. I hardly use that card''

''All of this isn't necessary you know''

''It is to me. I will text you the password and pin for online purchases'' . She quickly hung up before Jane continued with her protests and promptly sent the details.

Once Jane received these, she was on cloud nine. ''yes, yes, yes'', she punched fists into the air. A quick phone call was in order – after making arrangements.

''Got the details'', she rejoiced.

''You're shitting me'', the person on the other end said.

''I swear. Card, password, and pin. After this weekend, it's all over''

''Phew. It's been a long time coming. Two years sitting on this shit. Finally''

''Yap. Better start finalizing things. We need a smooth exit.'', the brunette instructed.

''On it. Later hey''. The phone was disconnected.

She immediately went online and made all necessary purchases. With ample time on her hands, she proceeded to pack two small suitcases – one for her and one for her girlfriend. She was in such a good mood, not even a hurricane could dampen it. She called a florist and sent Maura a bouquet of flowers and an all-important note.

It was about 4pm when a delivery guy knocked on Maura's office door.

''Doctor Isles''

''Yes'', Maura looked up quizzically.

''Delivery for you. Sign here please''. Maura did as told and the man was on his way.

''My beautiful Maura. I think about you all day''

The doctor smiled a sweet smile. Jane could be adorable if she really put thought into. She brought the flowers to her nose and inhaled automatically – they smelt pleasant. She could not wait to get home, and she couldn't wait for the weekend.

''My mother. Shoot'', she said to no one in particular. She had to call the woman and inform her of her visit. She hardly knew what to tell her about Jane. Not that she needed an approval, she was aware Constance couldn't be bothered whom she dated. As long as she was fine with it, then her mother was. The problem was just the fact that Jane had been her best friend for years and she hadn't mentioned it to her mother, and now they were dating. The fact that they were going there to see her indicated it was serious. Maura didn't know what her mother would make of it, and for the first time ever she was a tad nervous. For Jane mostly. She didn't want the brunette feeling insignificant to her in the smallest of ways. And if her mother started going on about her somewhat flaccid nature, Jane might be led to believe that Maura had no empathy of sorts. And refusing Jane the trip would make it even worse. She was wedged between a rock and a hard place.

She willed herself to pull it together before ringing her mother, ''Hello mother'', Maura said after Constance picked on the third ring.

''Maura, darling. I haven't heard from you in ages. I hope is well'', the woman sounded genuinely pleased to hear from her only child.

''All is well mother, I don't mean to alarm you''

''Splendid…'', Constance let the word hang. Normally she would have asked what she could do for her, but seeing that it had been a long while, the decent part of her told her it would be extremely rude.

''I was just wondering if you could spare tomorrow evening. Jane and I are flying in tomorrow morning and we would love to meet you for dinner'', she said in one breath.

Constance was taken aback, Maura never got flustered in such a way. Especially over something as trivial as dinner. ''Jane?'', she asked.

''Oh yes. Ahhh…''. Was this where she told her they were dating? Or did she leave it until tomorrow? It was very confusing, but she put Jane ahead of everything else. Her mother was waiting patiently. ''Jane and I are dating''

''Interesting. It must be serious? How long have you been seeing each other?''

Right! This in actuality was the real problem, not the earlier one she realized.

''I..I would say two days'', she faltered.

Constance had to giggle a little. ''Maura darling. You can't possibly be serious''

''I'm afraid I am'', Maura replied with very little conviction.

''So I'm assuming you would like me to meet this...Jane?''

Maura winced a little at the words 'this Jane'. ''Actually mother, she would like to meet you''.

Constance was more than surprised and certainly couldn't pass off such an offer. It had the potential for being very interesting, and since she didn't have anything too pressing scheduled, she agreed to the dinner.

''You must know mother, Jane and I have been best friends for years now'', she belatedly defended herself.

''And this is why I am only hearing of this now'', the older woman tried her hand at sarcasm. It was only flattering on Jane, Maura concluded.

''I don't know how to respond to that adequately. We will meet you at the hotel at 7pm''

''Very well then. Do travel safely''

''Thank you''. They hung up simultaneously.

Maura could smell the disaster already. Constance with her snarky remarks, Jane with her sarcastic comebacks, and her with her blunt input. What a cocktail!

She got home exhausted from her mental marathon. Thankfully Jane had cooked and packed, she couldn't be more grateful.

''You're sweet you know that''

''Yes. But it don't hurt to hear every now and again'', Jane smiled.

They were settling into bed for the night. As much as they wanted, there was no fooling around. They had to be at the airport at 7am and it was no secret that Jane wasn't a morning person, and that Maura took forever to get ready. They cuddled and fell asleep peacefully.

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