Her body shifts on the couch, struggling to find a more comfortable position. She freezes in the midst of a jostle, only just now registering the feel of polyester warmth covering her bare arms. Opening her eyes, she peers down at herself and takes note of the black blazer draped over her chest. A frown appears on her brow, she was only asleep for less than ten minutes. There's no way that Jane was down here, covered her, and left without waking up.
Her arm drops to the ground, searching blindly for her phone. Well, I'll be, she thinks as she unlocks the screen. Someone turned off my alarm and programmed my phone for silent. She huffs slightly, miffed that what was meant to be a ten minute power nap was unwillingly transformed into a two hour lounge, but a smile works its way onto her face. Only Jane could get away with something like this.
Quickly, she fires the brunette a text: I see someone has been fiddling with other people's things. The response is almost instant: Afternoon, Sleeping Beauty ;) She laughs at the joke as she sits up and pulls the jacket off of her and slips on her shoes before typing out a reply: You shouldn't have let me sleep. It was sweet, but I should've been working. The doctor stands just as her office door is unlocked from the outside and someone swaggers in.
Jane closes the door behind her, a teasing grin evident. "You looked so peaceful and adorable when I came to see you earlier that I just couldn't resist."
Maura narrows her eyes slightly at the detective, wanting to be upset, but those darn dimples are flashing right at her and she can't find the heart. Instead, she hands over the jacket and Jane slips it on. "How'd you get a key to my office?" She asks, knowing for certain that she had the only copy.
Jane has the good sense to look abashed and slowly withdraws the keyring from her pocket. Maura's keyring. "I borrowed one?" She says tentatively, unsure as to how the doctor will react. At the time, it had seemed like a great idea, but in hindsight...
Maura simply shakes her head, fighting to keep the smile off her face as she holds her hand out for the keys. Jane slips them into her palm, her fingers brushing against Maura's in a completely-not-meant-to-be-arousing-but-somehow-still-is kind of way. "Maybe you have a point. Perhaps I should get a copy made for you. It only makes sense to have two copies around just in case, and you are probably the most suitable option." She's trying to rationalize it aloud instead of just in her head. It truly did make sense; after all, Jane has keys to her house and her car and vice-versa.
Suddenly Maura becomes aware that the detective is grinning an altogether not innocent smirk and she feels the need to qualify her previous statement. "Jane, if I give you a copy, you can only use it for emergencies and only for the greater good." She stares hard at the detective, driving the point home.
It has the desired effect; the grin is knocked from her face, but only for a moment. "Of course. Besides, an incredibly attractive and intelligent woman once told me that sleep is the body's way of coping with things, stress in particular, and that when your body is craving it, you really should listen..."
Maura is shocked and she's sure that she looks thoroughly taken aback. "You actually listen to me?"
Jane shrugs, "Most of the time, yeah." She lets the silence hang for a moment. "But Doctor Isles, if you're not getting enough sleep at home, maybe you should start wearing more clothes around your fiancée," she winks and departs, heading for the bullpen. Maura rolls her eyes, a habit she's picked up from Jane and mutters under her breath, "Maybe my fiancée should stop talking with that ridiculously sexy rasp of hers."