A/N I've used the song "In My Veins" by Andrew Belle in this chapter, so you can listen to it when you're reading if you want :) xo

Jane reached around to scratch her back and felt Maura move in front of her. She kept reaching around to follow the itch as it crept further up her back, but suddenly she fell off the couch onto the floor, bringing half the pillows and Maura with her.

"Ow!" Maura yelped as she crashed down on top of Jane. She tried to push herself up but her arms were still too weak and numb.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," Jane kept saying as she hooked her hands under Maura's armpits and pushed her up until she could hold herself up long enough for Jane to sit up. Maura sat back onto her knees and Jane wriggled closer to her so her legs were either side of her girlfriend. She reached out and brushed the wild strands of hair behind Maura's ear, revealing a quiet tear running down her cheek. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, it just hurts." Maura leaned forward and let Jane cradle her head against her chest. "I hate hurting."

"I know, honey, but I'm gonna keep you safe," Jane whispered into her hair. Maura hummed against Jane's chest as she felt the pain slightly dissipate. Jane began rocking from side to side, soothing Maura back to sleep like a tired child.

"Sing to me again," Maura whispered.

"What?"

"You sang to me in the hospital," Maura said sitting up.

"You heard that?"

"Yeah," Maura smiled, but Jane brought her hand up to her face as she felt her cheeks begin to blush. "Jane," Maura said, pulling Jane's hands into her own. "You have a beautiful voice."

"Shut up; no I don't," embarrassment making Jane giggle. Maura giggled along as she rolled off her knees to sit on her bottom and draped her legs over Jane's. She pulled at Jane's waist until she wriggled forward so that their pelvises were closer together and then Maura leaned forward to hold Jane again. The brunette opened her arms and cradled Maura again.

The blonde winced as she sat forward, but Jane began rocking again which made her feel better. "Sing, Jane." Jane sighed as she thought of something to sing; her way of procrastinating. She didn't want to sing, but Maura thought she sounded nice, even though she was highly drugged up at the time. She didn't know the lyrics to too many songs, but she did know a few nice ones that reminded her of Maura, so she picked one to sing. "Jane..."

"Yeah, I got one. Ready, okay, you ready?"

"I'm ready, Jane," Maura whispered, nuzzling more into Jane.

"Nothing goes as planned. Everything will break." Maura closed her eyes, recognising the song and liking that Jane picked it. "People say goodbye, in their own special way." The vibrations of Jane's singing were hypnotic to Maura. She turned her head and rested her lips gently on Jane's chest. "All that you rely on, and all that you can fake; will leave you in the morning." Jane dragged her fingertips up Maura's back, bringing the soft cotton shirt with them. "But find you in the day," she sung, dropping one hand to caress the soft, but grazed skin of Maura's back.

Maura let out a soft moan of delight as she mirrored the action on Jane's back. "Oh, you're in my veins, and I cannot get you out. Oh, you're all I taste, at night inside of my mouth." Maura gently kissed the base of Jane's neck, feeling the vibrations grow stronger. It tickled slightly, making her smile. "Oh, you run away," Jane continued. "'Cause I am not what you found. Oh, you're in my veins, and I cannot get you out." Jane fingers slipped underneath Maura's shirt and pulled up, making the blonde sit back so that Jane could remove her shirt.

"Jane, make love to me," Maura whispered. Jane sat back and pulled her own shirt over her head, then picked up some pillows to place behind Maura, so that she could lie down on something soft. Maura gently lowered herself to the ground as Jane moved backwards so that she could move on top of her love. Maura lay calmly on the ground, despite the slight pain pressure on her back caused and smiled as Jane slowly crawled on top of her. She didn't lie down though; she just hovered over her, then bent down to gently kiss her neck.

Maura rolled her head into it so that her cheek rested against Jane's. Her hands came up and held Jane's waist, then slipped down into the sweatpants to grab Jane's ass. Jane lowered her hips against Maura's and rocked gently, making sure not to cause Maura's back to rub harshly across the pillows. She wanted this to be soft and loving; a sort of medicine for what she'd been through in the last day. Jane held herself up by her elbows and gently lowered her chest to Maura's, then her tummy, then the rest of her torso completely.

"Is that okay?" she asked, her breath teasing Maura's lips. The doctor simply nodded before leaning up to capture the brunette's lips in hers.

Back at the precinct, Korsak and Frankie were running down Officer Brian's history to try and understand why he'd committed these murders. Cavanaugh was being rather lenient with them, not wanting to cause any friction as he'd almost lost two members of his team yesterday. He popped in every half hour or so to see if the two detectives had found out why, but they hadn't, not that they were working terribly hard anyway. Frankie was feeling a little guilty that he's slipped in the mud, giving the murderer more time to shoot at Jane, and Korsak was trying to assure him that "mud was a slippery thing," to which Frankie would toss a piece of trash at him.

"I'm just saying, Frankie, that everyone slips over in mud. It's not dirt, which is kinda grip-y, you know. Mud has water in it, so it's slippery."

"I know how mud is made, Korsak."

"Then stop blaming yourself."

"Who should I blame then, huh? Janie almost got shot."

"I say we should blame the murderer, that Jane almost got shot." Frankie sat silently, the previous day's events running through his mind. He really shouldn't blame himself, because thankfully Jane was wearing her vest, and thankfully Maura was a good shot, and thankfully he didn't get shot instead. "You could blame the mud, too, I suppose," Korsak added in a hushed whisper before a ball of trash flew over and hit him in the head.

"I suppose this means you figured out why Officer Brian did it, then?" Cavanaugh asked as he walked up to Korsak's desk. Frankie sat up straight and looked back at his computer screen. Korsak turned to the lieutenant and shook his head. "Sorry, no."

"Then stop throwing rubbish at each other. The bin's over there," he stated with a point before moving back to his office.

"What have you got, Francesco?" Frankie shot him a glare before looking back at his computer.

"Nothing much; his mother and father divorced when he was fifteen. Father died four years ago."

"Right around the time that he stopped murdering."

"And right around the time that he became a cop."

"What about his mother?"

"Remarried... five months after the divorce. No record of her since then; no address, no credit card use, nothing."

"Five months?"

"Yeah."

"That's pretty soon, isn't it?" Frankie nodded then began typing again. "Can you find out who she married?"

"Already ahead of you." Frankie clicked a few more times before a smug grin appeared on his face. "Are you ready for this? Sylvia Brian married... ready? She married a Rebecca Bennett."

"A woman. That's why he hated the lovely lesbians."

"Can you not?" Frankie said, pulling a face. Korsak chuckled then got up to go and tell Cavanaugh, while Frankie picked up his phone to inform Jane. It rang a few times, then a breathless Jane answered. "Janie, you okay?"

"Yes, I was just... never mind."

"Okay," Frankie said, getting an idea of what she was just...

"What do you want, Frankie?"

"We found out why Officer Brian did it."

"Oh, yeah?"

"His mother left his dad and married a woman."

"Try not to sound so giddy, okay?"

"Sorry, it's just... that's kind of immature, isn't it?"

"Well, check this out for me, okay?. He probably developed some mental illness based on paranoia, or something."

"Okay, well, I'll let you get back to... whatever it was you were doing," Frankie finished with a chuckle. He hung up before Jane could get her two cents worth in, which annoyed her a little.

"That was very doctor-ly of you, Jane?" Maura said from beside the couch. Jane rounded it and lay back down beside her near naked girlfriend.

"Doctor-ly?"

"To give a mental diagnosis based on behaviour and personal history."

"Thank you, but doctor-ly?"

"You make up words, so why can't I?" Maura asked with a cheeky grin. Jane leant over and wiped said cheeky grin off with a kiss.

"I suppose you can. You're cute enough," Jane said with an equally cheeky grin as she stood up to pull her pants and shirt back on.

"What do you mean 'cute enough'? I'm adorable," Maura argued as Jane walked over to the fridge to grab some lunch, laughing the whole way.