It was a stupid fight. Jane is very well aware of the fact that Maura is a grown woman and thus she is perfectly capable of doing anything she wants. But really? The woman wears six inch heels to work, nearly falls into a pond at the latest crime scene (and would have had Jane not caught her arm on the way down), and almost twists her ankle sitting down at her office chair. Jane was concerned. She didn't want Maura breaking her neck for no apparent reason.
Then Maura got all indignant at the suggestion that maybe she needs to change her shoes and left work early in a huff. And for Christ's sake, even Jo Friday sided with Maura which is part of the reason why Jane is slumped against her couch, legs stretched out on the floor, with a giant jar of Nutella in her hand, complete with spoon. There's a baseball game on her television, but she's too focused on the hazelnut-chocolatey goodness being spooned into her mouth, melting on her tongue to pay attention to it. And there's a beer on one of Maura's coasters on her coffee table, but that's consumed before her Nutella runs out so she's got a dilemma. How do I get another beer without putting down the Nutella or getting up?
She sighs as she realizes she can only get away with half of her thought and heaves herself off the floor for the trek to her fridge, Nutella still in hand. She grabs a beer and almost drops it in surprise as Jo Friday appears from out of nowhere and brushes against her leg. The door shuts and Jane looks over to see Maura standing there in flats.
The doctor's eyes travel from Jane's face to the two completely unrelated items the detective is carrying, but she doesn't comment. No matter how strange they are together.
"I'm sorry," they exclaim at the same time, and then they chuckle at their synchronicity.
"I shouldn't have over reacted to your suggestion. Truthfully, you were really quite correct. I shouldn't be wearing anything over five inches for work."
They walk towards each other and Jane remembers that her hands are full before she reaches Maura. She places the things on the counter before wrapping her arms around the pathologist's waist.
"I should've trusted you to make your own decisions, I was just concerned," she explains as she pulls them closer together.
"I know. It was rather stupid of me," Maura admits, blushing slightly.
"So why did you, then?" Jane asks, ever the curious investigator.
Maura's blush deepens and her eyes flick away from the intensity of Jane's gaze. "The other night you mentioned that you loved seeing me in high heels because they made my legs look extra-sexy..." The words are mumbled, like the doctor's embarrassed; a rare occurrence for the always practical medical examiner.
"Oh Maura," Jane smiles, fighting the urge to laugh, "everything about you is already extra-sexy."