Jane half-carries, half-escorts Maura into the house, hopping to kick the door closed behind her. She sets the exhausted doctor on the couch and removes her boots before kneeling down to slip off Maura's shoes. "Only a hundred and sixteen pounds, eh Maur?" she mutters under her breath with a smile before scooping the semi-conscious doctor into her arms and carrying her to her bedroom.
"Point eight," Maura mumbles, shifting slightly in Jane's hold as they start up the stairs and Jane chuckles.
"You just can't help yourself, can you?" and Maura only buries her nose in Jane's neck in reply. She places the doctor lightly on her feet for a moment, still maintaining the majority of her weight as she pulls back the covers on the bed before placing Maura on the crisp sheets.
"Need... change," she sighs out softly, missing a word due to her fatigue.
"Okay, Maur, I'm going to take off your dress, don't freak out," Jane warns her as she softly rolls the doctor on her side to access the zipper in the back. The dress comes off fairly easily with Jane pulling the fabric down her stomach, hips, and legs, and Jane is thankful. She almost tosses it in the general direction of Maura's closet before imagining the glare she'd be likely to receive in the morning for such an act. Instead she folds it somewhat neatly and puts in on the chair before digging around in Maura's drawers for some normal sleepwear.
"Bra," Maura murmurs from the bed, arms moving at a glacial pace to try and do it herself. Jane shakes her head as she walks back to the bed, a pair of her own shorts and a tank top in hand. She slips her slender fingers under Maura's back to release the clasp and slips the straps off her arms, but doesn't move the cups from their place covering her friend's assets. Gingerly, she slips the tank top over Maura's head and across her chest to her waist. Now she removes the bra and then she works on slipping the shorts up Maura's legs and under her butt.
"Hair," Maura offers, almost in a hum and Jane acquiesces to the one-word demand, moving to the bathroom for a comb. She pauses to consider how best to go about this with the doctor three-quarters asleep already. First things first, she slips the covers back over Maura's frame and the ghost of a smile flits across Maura's face. "Stay," she breathes, so Jane climbs onto the bed beside her. Maura almost immediately tries to get closer to the detective, tilting her head and managing to move her arms a little, but she's fading fast.
Jane's not oblivious for once, though, and so she scoots closer to the medical examiner. Maura leans her head against Jane's chest before asking again about her hair. Jane nods although Maura can't see it and softly starts to part the tresses with the comb. Her strokes are even and light, barely touching the scalp. Tangles are non-existent; after all, this is Maura, but Jane continues the gesture, far past the moment when Maura fell asleep after a barely there "Thank you, Jane."
Maura's breathing has been even for the past fifteen minutes and her hair's combed, but though Jane places the comb on the nightstand, she doesn't move. She doesn't extricate herself from her position. She simply places a feathery kiss on Maura's head and settles herself in for sleep.