As soon as she stomped on into the BRIC, Jane tried to turn her mind off. She'd let herself dwell on the kiss with her best friend in the elevator up from the morgue, which she really shouldn't have done. As much as the headstrong detective liked to believe that she could just ignore something and move on with more important things; that sure as hell wasn't going to happen right now.

Korsak briefed her on what they had discovered for their case, to which Jane dutifully nodded and chimed in with her two cents worth every now and then, but her mind kept wandering back to the first feeling of Maura's feather soft lips gracing her skin.

"You alright, Janie?" Apparently she was too obviously thinking of the M.E, as Frankie had noticed every time she zoned out.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Ok... You just keep telling yourself that," he muttered under his breath, but Jane's ears pricked up and she shot him a glare that would make anyone shut up...except her brother. He knew Jane. He knew she was not ok, because it was written all over her face, and he wasn't sure, but he could swear she was now wearing lipstick when she wasn't half an hour ago.

The rest of her day seemed to go routinely; they brought in a suspect, interrogated them, got some useful information, followed a lead, Jane had a hunch, and by 5pm they had caught the guy. The only thing was that if you asked Jane what happened, she would tell you she couldn't remember exactly, or it was nothing special. Both were true of course, for all she could remember was Maura kissing her and the tingles she got down her spine when Maura's fingertips pressed into her shoulders, and that was the only thing special that happened to her that day.

She turned down both Frankie and Korsak for a celebratory drink at the Dirty Robber after work, opting instead to catch up on paperwork. The truth was that she knew deep down she would be thinking about Maura, even if she tried to stop, and Frankie would figure her out before their second beer. In saying that, she didn't get much paperwork done either.

Maura finished later than usual, finishing her own paperwork proved to be harder than usual with Jane dancing in her head. She called it a day around 7:30pm wandering up to the Division One Café, hoping to catch Angela before she toddled off home.

She was in luck as Angela was just collecting her bag. Maura sat herself down at one of the counter stools as Angela came out of the kitchen. "Oh, Maura, honey; I thought you went home a while ago."

"No, I had some paperwork to finish. I just wanted to let you know that Jane may be a bit emotional."

"Oh... well, I'll keep that in mind for when I see her."

"Wait, what? You haven't seen her? She hasn't come down yet?" Maura was confused. She thought Jane closed the case and would've wanted to get as far away from Maura as she could.

"No, I suppose she hasn't. I mean, I haven't seen her."

Maura pushed herself off the stool and turned to make her way up to Jane before she chickened out and let it go for tomorrow. "Thanks, Angela."

"Wait, why would Janie be upset?"

"No reason." The elder Rizzoli stared at her and tilted her head. "We just... cried a bit over Barry today."

"Oh," she replied with an understanding nod; and so Maura made way to the elevator. It dinged open a short while later and she stepped in. She lost count of how many times she took a deep breath to calm herself, noting instead that none of them succeeded. As the elevator came to a stop, she took in one final breath and held it, hoping it gave her some extra confidence somehow.

The doors opened and most of the homicide level was in darkness, except for a small desk lamp that glowed over Jane's dark messy hair. As she stepped into the room, Maura noticed that Jane was asleep on her desk, not just intensely looking at her reports like she hoped she was.

She walked over as quietly as she could manage and stood over the detective. Jane was facing away from her lamp on the left side of her desk so Maura could only just make out Jane's facial features. Her brow was furrowed, showing that her dreaming had turned more into thinking. 'I wonder what about...' Maura thought.

She really didn't want to startle the brunette, but she also didn't want her to wake up with the worst neck pain in the morning. She started gently, tucking a stray strand of hair behind Jane's ear. She stirred, but didn't wake. Next Maura gave Jane's shoulder a shake, only making her snuggle further into her makeshift pillow of paper and her jacket. Maura tried again, but Jane grumbled in response. "Maura."

'Phew! She's awake' except she wasn't.

"Kiss me." Maura's eyes shot open and her ears pricked up, hoping that Jane might just maybe repeat her command a little clearer. "Kiss meeeeeeee!" that one came out as a whine, like whatever 'Maura' Jane was thinking of was holding out on her; teasing her maybe. Maura knelt down next to Jane and placed her right hand on her knee. Jane's 'sleep' reflexes were almost as good as her 'awake' reflexes as she quickly latched on to Maura's wrist. She slid her hand down to Maura's and attempted to intertwine their fingers, but she was too asleep to make it work.

Maura began to give in, finding sleepy Jane quite adorable. She wrapped her left arm over Jane's shoulders, tangling her fingers into the loose strands of hair on the other side. She leaned in close whispering Jane's name in a last attempt to wake her up. No luck. Maura shrugged her shoulders in defeat and leaned in closer to kiss Jane's cheek. She immediately regretted doing so, as she could hardly find the will power to pull back.

The kiss lingered on and on until Maura got completely carried away and moved to kiss Jane's jawline back to her ear. She brought her left hand back over leaving her arm to rest on Jane's strong shoulders as she gently pulled the detectives wild hair back to reveal her neck. Maura dragged her lips down to that sensitive spot just below Jane's ear then further down her neck. She could feel the vibrations of Jane's voice beneath her lips and so she froze.

"Thank you for waking me up, but you can stop now." Maura pulled back quickly and stood up, brushing the creases out of her dress. She opened her mouth to apologise but Jane cut her off as she, too, stood up. "Don't apologise. I think I did ask you to anyway." Maura looked shocked, but then did relax into a giggle.

"You whined it, actually."

"God, how embarrassing!" Jane strained as she rubbed her eyes of their sleep and then stretched her arms above her head. Maura giggled some more before picking up Jane's phone as she picked up her severely wrinkled jacket. Maura handed Jane her phone and smiled a little when Jane grazed her finger over hers.

"Can I walk you to your car?" she asked as they started off. Jane froze, so Maura turned around. She frowned at Jane's disgruntled look, then eased up. "I won't kiss you goodnight, I promise."

"Even if I whine?" she teased, the same look still on her face as she pulled her jacket on.

"Especially then; do you know how much of a pushover that makes me look?" Jane let out a laugh then, giving Maura a slight shove before flicking her hair over the back of her jacket. She continued her little chuckle as she opened the door for Maura. "We'll have to talk about this, you know," Maura stated as they waited for the elevator.

"I know." Jane answered sheepishly, looking down at her feet. "Tomorrow?"

Maura nodded. "Tomorrow."