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This one's a rather short one again.
What was Jane writing? Soon we'll know. All I can say right now is that we'll have another dramatic talk about feelings following.

Maura needed some time to put herself back together. She put on the dress she wore the evening before. She couldn't help but look at the drawer with Jane's blades again and again. If only there was something she could do. She decided to think about ways the next day.

She hadn't planned on staying the night, so she didn't have any make up with her. She would need some though, so she used Jane's instead. It wasn't as good or fitting as her own, but it was something. She observed her face in the mirror. Her eyes were red from crying and her lip had a small wound. Jane must have bitten her when they kissed. The kiss. Maura forced herself not to think about the kiss. Quickly she finished her make up and hair.

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Maura looked stunning. Even though you could tell she had been crying she looked beautiful.

They decided on going out to eat dinner; they had spent the whole day talking and Jane didn't really have food in her apartment.

They quickly noticed that things wouldn't be like before again. Maura looked at Jane lovingly, something she had tried to suppress, but now she knew she could without confusing Jane or giving her feelings away. And Jane couldn't keep her hands off Maura, constantly seeking contact. They ended up holding hands the whole evening.

Even though they had taken Maura's car, Jane insisted on driving the doctor home first. She still had some things to do. Maura was suspicious, but decided to give Jane some privacy after that day of opening up. They pulled up Maura's driveway and both left the care. Jane reached out to lock their arms. "What are you doing?" the blonde asked. Jane smiled. "Walking you to the door." They reached the door way too early.

"So" Maura began. "Things aren't like they were before..." "I guess." was Jane's answer. "That doesn't bother you? I thought that was what you feared the most." She avoided Jane's eyes. She had promised to be just like before, and she didn't keep that promise. Jane chuckled a little bit. "I was afraid that I might lose you. Look at us. I feel like I have more of you now, so it doesn't bother me at all." Her words caused Maura to look up, but they didn't convince her.

"Look" Jane thought about what to say for a moment. "When you found – when you found out yesterday, I thought I would lose you, lose our friendship. But you stayed. You made me talk about it and I have to admit that it felt good, like a weight being lifted off my chest. And even though I thought I would scare you away, you stayed after I told you about everything. You told me that you loved me, and that you still do. I know you can't lie. And hell, you hit me Maura. Today both of us opened up, I would have been confused if it didn't change things." Maura was even more confused now.

"I was afraid I might lose you. You are still here. You don't judge me. You don't think any less of me. That's all that matters right now." Maura nodded. She was relieved that Jane wasn't angry at her. "Thank you Maur." Jane said, before leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on Maura's lips. Before Maura could say anything, Jane turned around and left.

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Work started as usual the next day. That was until a man entered Maura's bureau around noon. In his hands he held a huge bouquet of flowers and an envelop. "Are you Dr Isles?" He asked. "Yes" she answered confused. He handed her first the flowers and then the envelop, wished her a nice day and left. Maura was startled.

She placed the flowers on her desk, smelling them. They smelled like Jane. She then took a closer look at the envelop. To Maur. There was a post-it next to her name. Hope you like the flowers. Open and read at home. Come over for dinner tonight? -J

Maura smiled. As curious as she was about the letter Jane wrote her, she would follow the instructions and open it when she was home. She didn't see much of Jane that day, and she finished her work quite early, so she decided to go home and get ready for dinner with the detective.

Once home she sat down on her couch and opened the envelop. She found a handwritten letter.