It was windy, and Maura's hair blew all over the place. Jane had already tied her own hair a ponytail to keep it out of her way, but Maura always did something fancy when she tied her hair up - some little French braid thing, or the sectioning, whatever, and she always wrapped her hair around the tie to hide it.
But Maura had driven them both here, so she hadn't had time, chastising Jane as she got changed in the passenger seat, her long legs bumping the gearstick.
And the wind - it was windy - is blowing Maura's hair into her face, which must be annoying even though Maura doesn't complain. So as Maura hunches over the body, her gloves on to preserve evidence, she can't brush her hair out of her face.
But Jane can. Jane slips her gloves off, stands behind Maura and winds her hands through Maura's hair, pulling it away from her face. Maura doesn't startle or flinch, or even look up from her examination of the body. She knows the feeling of Jane's hands touching her well enough to know that it's Jane behind her, Jane in her personal space. Jane holds Maura's hair out of the way so Maura can see what she's doing. Frost and Korsak chuckle, and the uniforms and crime lab are whispering among themselves, but Jane pays no attention, her hand deep in Maura's hair, palm pressed against the warmth of Maura's scalp as she continues to examine the body. Maura shoots her a smile and takes the liver temperature, then stands. Jane had been close, to hold her hair back, and now Jane is closer still as Maura turns, Jane's hand still on her head, sliding now to the back of her neck as the tip of Maura's nose brushes Jane's chin.
"You can let go now," Maura says, sliding her gloves off but not moving away. Maura's hand slides into the space between Maura's jacket and shirt, then down into Jane's inside blazer pocket, retrieving a hair tie from said blazer pocket, the back of her hand sliding over Jane's chest. Jane waits until Maura's fingers brush hers, buried in golden hair before moving her hands. Maura leans in to Jane to shield her from the wind as she ties up her hair, and Jane pulls out a wisp and tucks it around the tie, the way Maura likes, and Maura smiles up at her, still far too close, so close that Jane can feel Maura's chest press against hers as they breathe and they've been closer and Maura has smiled at her like this before and there's something Jane's forgetting as she leans in closer, wanting to just brush her lips against that smile.
"We'll take the body, Doctor Isles," someone calls.
"Thank you," Maura responds, not pulling away, but the moment is gone; they are at a crime scene with their colleagues and a dead body and Jane should be looking for clues somewhere that isn't Maura's face. That wasn't the thing she'd forgotten, thought. The thing she'd forgotten was that she and Maura aren't like that. They don't kiss at crime scenes, or at all, and Jane shouldn't want to this much, this often. Maura's hand grasps Jane's arm and she smiles a little wistfully. "Thank you," she whispers to Jane, and Jane can only smile back with an unarmoured grin.
"Anytime," Jane husks, her voice low, and she sees Maura's eyes dilate briefly and chuckles. "Hey! Hey! What do you think you're doing?" Jane barks out at a crime tech, striding over to a blood stain, and Maura watches her go, her smile falling the further Jane is from her.
Notes:
I'm still writing the original novel but I am also still obsessed with Rizzles do you see my problem