Jane hates stakeouts. She really hates this one, which isn't for one of her own cases, but Marquette loaned her to Narcotics for a month, and she's been bored out of her skull, sitting in a car that is significantly crappier than her personal vehicle - and that's saying a lot - watching delinquents sell rocks of crack to junkie hookers. Four hours on, eight hours off around the clock. Except her relief is always late, and tonight, the son of a bitch didn't even show up. She got a text from her temporary sergeant telling her to stay put. 'Great, another four fucking hours with nothing to do.'
Having nothing to do always leads her to thinking about Maura. Everything leads her to Maura, Jane has come to realize. It seems to be a good thing. She's calmer, and although Maura swears it is a byproduct of yoga, Jane's positive it's a byproduct of Maura's company since she noticed it waaaaaaaay before she let Maura sweet talk her into going to yoga at least once a week. And yoga was a whole new world of hurt, literally at first, because she didn't normally use those muscles, and figuratively later as she watched Maura stretch and flex and pose and generally be all kinds of hot.
It seemed like lately all of her Maura thoughts led to sex. It was the first time in her life that Jane was ever so strongly attracted to anyone. She was still getting used to the idea that all those people she ignored through the years might be right. Even though the Church says it's a sin to even have these thoughts, in the unlikely event that she could get Maura go agree, they can legally marry. Thinking about being married to Maura doesn't freak her out like even thinking about being married to anyone used to.
Jane checked the time and sighed. She couldn't wait to get back to Homicide, where, unless there was something pressing, at this time of day she would be headed down to the morgue to meet Maura so they could go for after-work drinks. Maybe at the Dirty Robber, where they know everyone. Maybe at Maura's, which meant she would cook and that was always good, or Jane's, where they would have takeout unless Jane's mother had come by to clean and leave something in the refrigerator.
So this was another night shot. No music, no television, no beer, no coffee, no Maura.
She can fix the last, at least a little, and sends Maura an apologetic text that they can't meet tonight. Again. She adds :( to the end of her message.
Maura sends it back.