As Maura stirred awake, she couldn't shake the lingering feeling of malaise that clung to her like a heavy fog. Despite her best efforts to shake off the discomfort, she found herself struggling to muster the energy to get ready for work.
With a sigh, Maura pushed herself out of bed, determined to soldier on despite her symptoms. She moved slowly, the weight of exhaustion bearing down on her with each step.
As she attempted to get dressed for work, Maura felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, causing her to sway unsteadily on her feet. She reached out to steady herself, her head spinning with nausea.
As Jane entered the kitchen, her footsteps echoing softly against the tiled floor, she expected to find Maura already there, perhaps preparing breakfast or enjoying a cup of coffee. However, to her surprise, the kitchen was empty, devoid of Maura's presence.
Frowning slightly, Jane glanced around the room, her brows furrowing in confusion. "Maura?" she called out, her voice carrying through the quiet space.
When there was no response, Jane's concern deepened.
With a sense of urgency, Jane quickly made her way through the house, checking each room in search of Maura. She called out her name again, hoping for a response, but the only sound that met her ears was the soft hum of the air conditioning.
Finally, as Jane reached the bedroom, she spotted Maura lying in bed, her features drawn and pale against the pillows. Relief flooded through Jane as she hurried to Maura's side, her concern giving way to a fierce determination to take care of her partner.
Concerned by Maura's condition, Jane approached her with a furrowed brow. "Maura, are you sure you're up to going to work today?" she asked gently, her voice laced with worry.
Maura hesitated, her resolve faltering in the face of Jane's concern. She knew she was in no condition to tackle a day at the office, but the thought of calling in sick felt like a defeat.
"I... I don't know," Maura admitted, her voice strained with exhaustion. "I don't want to let anyone down, but I don't think I can make it through the day."
Jane's expression softened, understanding dawning in her eyes. "Maura, your health is the most important thing," she said firmly, placing a gentle hand on Maura's shoulder. "Let me take care of you today. You need to rest and recover."
With gentle hands and a tender touch, Jane helped Maura out of her outfit, carefully unbuttoning buttons and loosening zippers until she was free of the restrictive clothing. Maura's movements were slow and labored, her energy depleted from battling illness.
Once Maura was undressed, Jane fetched a fresh pair of pajamas, soft and comforting against the skin, and helped her slip into them with care. She smoothed the fabric over Maura's shoulders, ensuring she was comfortable and warm.
"There you go," Jane said softly, her voice filled with warmth and affection as she tucked Maura into bed. "You rest now, okay? I'll be right here if you need anything."
Maura nodded weakly, her eyelids drooping with exhaustion. She sank back into the pillows, grateful for the comforting presence of Jane by her side.
As Maura settled into bed, Jane pulled the covers up to her chin, ensuring she was snug and cozy. She brushed a gentle kiss against Maura's forehead, her love and concern evident in the gesture.
"Sleep well, Maura," Jane whispered, her words a soothing lullaby in the quiet room. "I'll take care of everything."
She left Maura resting peacefully in bed and made her way downstairs to handle the necessary arrangements.
As she reached the bottom of the stairs, Jane picked up the phone and dialed the number for her workplace. With a calm and composed demeanor, she explained the situation to her supervisor, informing them that both she and Maura would need to take a sick day.
After ensuring that everything was taken care of on her end, Jane hung up the phone and let out a sigh of relief. She knew that her priority now was to focus on taking care of Maura and ensuring she had everything she needed to rest and recover.
Angela's surprise was evident as she entered the kitchen, her eyebrows lifting in curiosity as she spotted Jane still at home instead of heading off to work as usual. "Jane, darling, what are you doing home?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.
Jane turned to face her mother, offering a small smile despite the worry etched on her features. "Maura isn't feeling well, so I decided to stay home and take care of her," she explained, her voice soft with concern for her partner.
Angela's expression softened with understanding as she approached Jane, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry to hear that," she said sympathetically. "Is Maura okay? Do you need anything?"
Jane shook her head, grateful for her mother's concern. "She's resting now, but I appreciate the offer," she replied. "I called into work for both of us, so I can just focus on helping Maura feel better."
Angela nodded in understanding, her expression filled with warmth and affection. "You're a good partner, Jane," she said softly, squeezing Jane's shoulder gently. "Maura is lucky to have you."
A small smile tugged at the corners of Jane's lips as she glanced back at Angela. "Thanks, Ma, I am lucky to have her too."
Jane filled the kettle with water and set it on the stove to boil. The sound of the water beginning to heat up filled the air, a comforting background noise as she prepared to make tea for Maura.
Turning to the cupboard, Jane selected a soothing herbal blend known for its calming properties. She carefully measured out the tea leaves and placed them in a teapot, the fragrant aroma wafting through the air as she worked.
Angela chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she watched Jane expertly prepare the tea. "Well, well, look at you, Jane," she teased, a playful grin tugging at the corners of her lips. "Who knew you had such hidden talents? I guess there's more to you than just catching bad guys."
Jane couldn't help but laugh at her mother's teasing, her cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment. "Hey, I'll have you know that I can be quite the expert tea-maker when the situation calls for it," she retorted with mock indignation, a hint of amusement in her tone. "Besides, taking care of Maura is my top priority right now, and if that means making tea, then so be it."
Angela's laughter filled the air, the sound warm and comforting. "Of course, darling," she said, her tone affectionate. "And I have no doubt that Maura appreciates all of your efforts."
Finally, as the kettle began to whistle, Jane poured the hot water over the tea leaves, watching as the liquid turned a rich, amber color. She allowed the tea to steep for a few moments before carefully pouring it into a mug, the steam rising in delicate tendrils.
As Angela prepared to head out, she turned to Jane with a reassuring smile. "Well, I should get going to work," she said, her tone warm and affectionate. "But I'll be back later to check on both of you. Take care of Maura, okay?"
Jane nodded, a grateful smile crossing her lips. "Don't worry, Ma," she replied, her voice filled with determination. "I'll make sure she's comfortable and well taken care of."
Angela returned Jane's smile, her expression filled with love and pride. "I know you will, darling," she said softly, reaching out to give Jane a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder.
With a final nod of farewell, Angela made her way out the door, leaving Jane alone with her thoughts and the comforting presence of her sleeping partner and decided to bring the tea up to her.
With the freshly brewed tea in hand, Jane made her way back upstairs to Maura's bedside. The comforting aroma of the herbal blend filled the air, creating a sense of warmth and tranquility as she approached.
As she reached Maura's side, Jane gently set the mug down on the bedside table, careful not to disturb her partner's rest. Maura stirred slightly, her eyelids fluttering open as she registered Jane's presence.
"Hey, Maura," Jane said softly, offering a gentle smile. "I made you some tea. It should help soothe your throat and make you feel a little better."
Maura's lips curved into a grateful smile as she reached for the mug, her fingers curling around the warm ceramic. "Thank you, Jane," she murmured, her voice hoarse with sleep.
Upon Maura's request, Jane nodded understandingly and quickly left to retrieve the thermometer. She returned swiftly, handing it to Maura with a gentle smile. "Here you go," she said softly, her concern evident in her eyes.
As Maura described her symptoms to Jane, her voice was strained with discomfort. "I've got a fever, body aches, headache, and a sore throat," she explained, her words punctuated by a soft cough. "I've been feeling progressively worse since yesterday, and I think it might be the flu."
Jane's brows furrowed with concern as she listened to Maura's list of symptoms. "The flu, huh?" she said, her voice laced with worry. "That sounds rough, babe. Have you been able to keep anything down?"
Maura shook her head weakly, her expression reflecting her frustration. "Not really," she admitted, her voice hoarse with fatigue. "I've been trying to stay hydrated, but even water is making me feel nauseous."
Jane's heart ached at the sight of Maura's discomfort. "I'm so sorry you're feeling this way, Maura, would some cuddling help?" she said softly, reaching out to gently squeeze her hand. "I'll do everything I can to make you as comfortable as possible. We'll get through this together, okay?"
"I could be contagious, Jane, you shouldn't get too close to me" Maura said meekly.
Jane's concern deepened as she heard Maura's worry. "I understand, Maura," she said softly, her tone gentle and reassuring. "But I don't mind the risk. I just want to be here for you and help you feel better."
Maura's lips curved into a grateful smile at Jane's words. "You're too kind, Jane," she murmured, her voice filled with warmth. "But I would hate for you to get sick because of me."
Jane shook her head, determination shining in her eyes. "It's worth it if it means I can help take care of you," she insisted, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from Maura's face. "Besides, what are partners for, if not to support each other through the tough times?"
As Jane settled under the covers, she gently pulled Maura close, wrapping her arms around her in a comforting embrace. Maura nestled her head against Jane's chest, finding solace in the warmth of their shared embrace.
For a moment, they simply lay there together, finding comfort in the closeness of their bodies. Jane's steady heartbeat served as a soothing rhythm, a reminder of the strength and resilience that they shared.
Maura sighed softly, feeling a sense of peace wash over her as she relaxed into Jane's embrace. Despite the discomfort of her illness, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and support that surrounded her.
Startled awake by the sound of Maura being sick, Jane's eyes shot open, and she immediately sprang into action. With a surge of adrenaline, she threw back the covers and rushed to Maura's side, concern etched into every line of her face.
"Maura, are you okay?" Jane asked, her voice filled with worry as she knelt beside her partner, gently rubbing her back in soothing circles.
Maura nodded weakly, her face pale and drawn with discomfort. "I'm sorry, Jane," she murmured, her voice hoarse with strain. "I didn't mean to wake you."
Jane shook her head, her eyes filled with compassion. "Don't apologize, Maura," she said firmly, her voice gentle yet resolute.
With a tender smile, Jane helped Maura to her feet and guided her back towards bed.
As Maura's body suddenly went limp in Jane's arms, panic surged through Jane's veins. With lightning-fast reflexes, she caught Maura before she hit the ground, cradling her in her arms with gentle urgency.
"Maura! Maura, can you hear me?" Jane's voice was thick with fear as she pressed her fingers against Maura's wrist, searching for a pulse. When she felt the faint, erratic beat beneath her touch, relief flooded through her, but it was quickly replaced by a renewed sense of concern.
Carefully, Jane laid Maura down on the bed, her hands trembling with worry as she brushed a strand of hair from Maura's forehead. "Stay with me, Maura," she whispered urgently, her voice filled with desperation.
Relief flooded through Jane as Maura's eyes fluttered open, her consciousness returning. With gentle urgency, Jane reached out to grasp Maura's hand, her touch infused with love and concern.
"Maura, thank goodness you're awake," Jane said, her voice trembling with emotion. "I'm taking you to the hospital. We need to make sure you're okay."
Maura nodded weakly, her gaze meeting Jane's with gratitude and trust. "Okay, Jane," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for taking care of me."
As Maura lay in the hospital bed, her face pale and drawn with exhaustion, Jane hovered anxiously by her side, her eyes never leaving her partner's form. The events of the past few hours replayed in her mind like a nightmare, each moment etched with fear and uncertainty.
The doctor had diagnosed Maura with dehydration, a result of her flu-like symptoms and inability to keep fluids down. Despite the relief that it wasn't anything more serious, Jane couldn't shake the sense of guilt that gnawed at her. If only she had been more vigilant, more proactive in caring for Maura's well-being, perhaps they could have avoided this ordeal altogether.
"Maura, I'm so sorry," Jane said softly, her voice thick with emotion as she reached out to gently squeeze Maura's hand. "This is all my fault. I should have been more attentive to your needs."
Maura offered a weak smile, her eyes filled with understanding and compassion. "No, Jane, it's not your fault," she replied, her voice gentle yet resolute. "You've been here for me every step of the way, and I couldn't ask for a better partner."
With Maura finally discharged from the hospital, Jane felt a weight lift from her shoulders as they made their way back home. The journey had been fraught with worry and uncertainty, but now, with Maura by her side once more, Jane felt a sense of relief wash over her.
As they entered their home, Jane guided Maura to the couch, helping her settle in with gentle care. Maura looked exhausted but relieved to be back in familiar surroundings.
"Are you comfortable?" Jane asked, her voice filled with concern as she tucked a blanket around Maura's shoulders.
Maura nodded weakly, managing a small smile. "Yes, thank you, Jane," she replied, her voice hoarse from the ordeal. "I'm just glad to be home."
Jane returned the smile, her heart swelling with love for the woman beside her. "I'm glad you're home too," she said softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from Maura's face.
With a gentle kiss to Maura's forehead, Jane rose from the couch, determined to make her partner a nourishing meal to aid in her recovery. Heading to the kitchen, she quickly gathered the ingredients for Maura's favorite soup, moving with a sense of purpose and determination.
As the pot simmered on the stove, filling the kitchen with the comforting aroma of homemade soup, Jane couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that she was taking care of Maura in the best way she knew how.
Finally, as the soup reached perfection, Jane ladled it into a bowl, garnishing it with a sprinkle of fresh herbs for added flavor. With a warm smile, she carried the bowl back to Maura, her heart swelling with love and devotion for the woman who meant everything to her.
"Here you go, love," Jane said softly, placing the bowl in front of Maura. "I made your favorite soup. I hope it helps you feel better."
Maura's eyes lit up with gratitude as she took a sip of the steaming broth. "Thank you, Jane," she said sincerely, her voice filled with warmth. "You always know just what I need."
As Jane sat beside Maura, she couldn't help but feel a wave of concern wash over her. "How are you feeling, Maura?" she asked gently, her eyes filled with genuine concern.
Maura sighed softly, her expression reflecting the lingering fatigue from her recent ordeal. "I'm still a bit weak, but I'm definitely feeling better than I was," she admitted, her voice tinged with exhaustion. "Thank you for taking such good care of me, Jane."
Jane reached out to gently squeeze Maura's hand, offering her a reassuring smile. "Of course, Maura. You mean everything to me," she said sincerely, her voice filled with affection. "I'll always be here to take care of you, no matter what."
Maura returned the smile, her eyes shining with gratitude. "I know, Jane. And I'm so grateful to have you by my side," she replied softly, her voice filled with warmth.
As they settled onto the couch, Jane wrapped an arm around Maura, pulling her close as they prepared to watch the documentary together. Maura had been excited to share it with Jane for weeks, and now, with Maura on the mend, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to finally watch it.
As the documentary began to play, Maura leaned into Jane's side, her head resting against Jane's shoulder as they both focused their attention on the screen. The room was filled with the soft glow of the television, creating a cozy atmosphere as they embarked on their viewing journey together.
With a mischievous glint in her eye, Jane couldn't resist teasing Maura gently. "You know, Maura, I have to admit, I think I'm only watching this documentary because you're sick," she teased, her lips curling into a playful grin.
Maura raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Oh, really now?" she replied, her tone tinged with amusement. "And here I thought you were just interested in broadening your horizons."
Jane chuckled, leaning in closer to Maura. "Well, I suppose that's part of it," she admitted with a smirk. "But mostly, I just can't resist spending time with you, even if it means watching documentaries about obscure topics."
Maura laughed softly, leaning into Jane's side. "I'm glad to hear that, Jane," she said warmly, her voice filled with affection. "And who knows, maybe we'll discover something new and fascinating together."
As the credits rolled and the documentary came to an end, Jane turned to Maura and noticed Maura sound asleep in her lap.
Jane gently suggested that it was time for Maura to rest and recuperate. "Hey, sweetheart, why don't we head up to bed?" she suggested softly, her tone filled with warmth and concern.
Maura nodded, her eyes reflecting the weariness that lingered from her illness.
With Jane's support, Maura slowly made her way up the stairs, leaning on Jane for strength and stability. As they reached the top, Jane wrapped an arm around Maura, guiding her tenderly down the hallway to their bedroom.
Once inside, Jane helped Maura settle into bed, tucking the blankets around her with gentle care. "Is there anything else you need before I go?" she asked softly, her eyes filled with concern.
Maura shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "No, Jane, please stay," she replied, her voice tinged with gratitude.
Jane pressed a tender kiss to Maura's forehead before retreating to her side of the bed.
As Jane prepared for the day ahead, she couldn't help but notice the lingering signs of fatigue in Maura's expression. Pausing in her morning routine, she turned to her partner with a concerned look. "Hey, Maura, how are you feeling this morning?" she asked gently, her voice filled with genuine concern.
Maura sighed softly, her features reflecting the remnants of her recent illness. "I'm still feeling a bit tired and weak," she admitted, her voice tinged with frustration. "I don't think I'm quite ready to go back to work yet."
Jane nodded understandingly, her expression softening with empathy. "That's okay, Maura," she reassured her, reaching out to gently squeeze her hand. "Your health comes first. You should take another day to rest and recover."
Maura offered Jane a grateful smile, her eyes shining with appreciation. "Thank you, Jane," she said sincerely, her voice filled with warmth. "I appreciate your understanding."
With a reassuring nod, Jane continued to get ready for the day, knowing that Maura's well-being was the top priority.
As Jane brewed her morning coffee, she glanced over to see Angela entering the kitchen. "Morning, Ma," she greeted warmly, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Morning, Jane," Angela replied, returning the smile. "How's Maura doing today?"
Jane paused, stirring her coffee thoughtfully. "She's still feeling a bit under the weather," she admitted, her tone tinged with concern. "I think she's going to stay home from work for another day."
Angela nodded sympathetically, her expression reflecting her understanding. "Well, I'm sure she appreciates you taking care of her," she remarked kindly, moving to pour herself a cup of coffee.
Jane nodded gratefully, her heart swelling with affection for her partner. "I just want to make sure she's feeling better," she said softly, her voice filled with warmth.
"Hey, Ma, would you mind bringing the tea up to Maura?" Jane asked, her voice filled with gratitude as she received the call for work. "I just got a call I need to head to a crime scene. Thank you!"
Angela nodded with a warm smile. "Of course, Jane, I'll make sure she gets it," she replied reassuringly, understanding the importance of Jane's work.
As Jane stepped onto the crime scene, she was immediately greeted by her brother Frankie, who approached her with a concerned expression. "Hey, Jane, how's Maura doing?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.
Jane sighed softly, her thoughts momentarily drifting to Maura back at home. "She's still not feeling great," she replied honestly, her tone tinged with worry. "I convinced her to stay home from work for another day."
Frankie nodded understandingly, his expression softening with empathy. "Well, I'm sure she appreciates you taking care of her," he remarked kindly, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
Jane offered him a small smile, grateful for his support. "Thanks, Frankie," she said sincerely, her voice filled with appreciation. "Let's focus on the case for now. We'll make sure to catch this guy."
Before heading into the interrogation room, Jane took a moment to send a quick text to Maura, checking in on her well-being.
"Hey, Maura. Just wanted to see how you're feeling. Let me know if you need anything."
As she pressed send, Jane couldn't help but feel a twinge of concern for her partner's health. She hoped that Maura was resting comfortably and that her condition was improving.
"Thank you, Jane. I'm feeling a bit better today. Just resting up at home" Maura replied
A sense of relief washed over Jane as she read Maura's message. Knowing that Maura was on the mend brought her a sense of comfort and reassurance. With a small smile, Jane typed out a quick reply. "Glad to hear you're feeling better. Don't hesitate to let me know if you need anything."
Maura responded "Hey Jane, would you like to come over for dinner tonight? I could use some company."
With a smile tugging at her lips, Jane quickly replied: "Absolutely, Maura! I'll be there. Should I bring anything?"
With a sense of excitement and anticipation, Jane left work and made her way to Maura's apartment, her steps quickening with each passing moment. Along the way, she stopped by a florist, carefully selecting a bouquet of Maura's favorite flowers – a vibrant assortment of lilies and roses.
As she approached Maura's door, Jane's heart swelled with affection, knowing that the sight of the flowers would bring a smile to Maura's face. With a gentle knock, she waited eagerly, the bouquet held delicately in her hands.
Maura sighed, leaning back against the kitchen counter, her gaze drifting over the array of pots, pans, and utensils scattered around. Cooking had always been a therapeutic escape for her, a way to immerse herself in something tangible when the intangible complexities of life became too overwhelming. But today, even the thought of slicing vegetables felt like an insurmountable task.
"Chinese sounds good," she murmured to herself, tapping on the screen to place her order. As she waited for the confirmation message to arrive, her mind wandered, picturing the comforting warmth of General Tso's chicken and the savory aroma of fried rice and sweet and sour chicken.
Just as she was about to set her phone down, a knock at the door startled her.
When Maura opened the door and saw Jane standing there with the bouquet, her eyes lit up with delight. "Jane, you didn't have to!" she exclaimed, reaching out to take the flowers.
"I wanted to," Jane replied with a grin, her heart fluttering at the sight of Maura's radiant smile. "They're for you."
With a grateful nod, Maura accepted the flowers, inhaling their sweet fragrance with a sense of contentment. "Thank you, Jane," she said softly, her voice filled with warmth."I'll put these in some water."
"I just placed an order for Chinese, it should be here soon." Maura said as she pulled into Jane.
"Sounds delicious" Jane smiled holding on tight to Maura feeling her melt into her embrace.
As they sat at the kitchen table, enjoying the comforting warmth of their takeout meal, Jane couldn't help but notice the lingering exhaustion in Maura's eyes, despite her attempts to conceal it behind a polite smile.
"Maura," Jane began gently, pausing to take a sip of her drink before continuing, "Are you feeling any better?"
Maura hesitated for a moment, her fork pausing mid-air as she considered Jane's question. It wasn't often that she allowed herself to show weakness, but with Jane, she knew she could always let her guard down.
"Almost," Maura admitted, her voice soft and tinged with fatigue. "Another full nights sleep should do the trick. Will you stay another night? I completely understand if you don't want to, but I sleep so much better with you here"
"Of course" Jane smiled as she replied "Come on, let's get you upstairs to bed then."
"Maura, why don't you go and relax for a bit? I'll take care of things here," Jane suggested, her voice filled with genuine concern.
Maura looked up, surprised by Jane's offer but grateful for the gesture. "That sounds wonderful, Jane. Thank you."
With a nod, Maura headed towards the bathroom, anticipation building as she imagined sinking into a warm bath, letting the stress of the day melt away. As she stepped into the bathroom, she was greeted by the soothing scent of lavender, a favorite of hers.
Jane had already prepared everything, from fluffy towels to bubbles. Maura couldn't help but smile at the sight. Jane's thoughtfulness never ceased to amaze her.
"Everything looks perfect, Jane," Maura called out, her voice carrying a hint of gratitude.
Jane appeared in the doorway, a satisfied grin on her face. "Glad you think so. Now, go on and relax. You deserve it."
Maura wasted no time in slipping into the inviting water, letting out a contented sigh as the warmth enveloped her. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to fully unwind for the first time that day.
As she soaked, Jane sat nearby, keeping her company with light conversation and occasional jokes. Maura couldn't help but feel grateful for her friend's presence, the steady rhythm of Jane's voice lulling her into a state of tranquility.
When the water began to cool, Maura reluctantly emerged from the bath, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated in a way she hadn't in quite some time. Wrapping herself in a plush towel, she stepped out of the bathroom to find Jane waiting for her with a soft smile.
"Feeling better?" Jane asked, her eyes warm with concern.
Maura nodded, a sense of peace settling over her. "Much better, thanks to you."
After Maura's relaxing bath, she and Jane decided to continue their evening of self-care by unwinding with a movie. They settled into Maura's cozy bed, surrounded by fluffy pillows and soft blankets, creating a makeshift movie theater in the comfort of her bedroom.
With the laptop propped up on a nearby nightstand, Jane scrolled through their movie options while Maura snuggled deeper into the blankets, a sense of contentment washing over her.
"What are you in the mood for?" Jane asked, her eyes scanning the list of titles.
Maura considered for a moment before offering a suggestion. "How about a classic mystery? Something to keep us on the edge of our seats."
Jane grinned, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "Sounds perfect. Let's see what we've got."
After a few moments of deliberation, Jane selected a suspenseful thriller, and soon they were both engrossed in the captivating storyline unfolding on the screen. Maura found herself drawn into the mystery, her mind momentarily forgetting the stresses of the day as she focused on solving the puzzle alongside the characters.
As the movie progressed, they shared whispered commentary and occasional bursts of laughter, their shared enjoyment of the film deepening their bond even further. And as the suspense reached its peak, Maura felt Jane's hand find hers beneath the blankets, a silent gesture of solidarity and support.
As the credits rolled and the screen faded to black, Maura let out a satisfied sigh, a feeling of contentment settling over her. Turning to Jane, she offered a grateful smile.
"Thank you for tonight, Jane," she said softly. "It's been exactly what I needed."
Jane returned her smile, squeezing her hand gently. "Anytime, Maura."
Jane could see Maura begging to doze off and suggested calling it a night. As Jane got in the bed and pulled the covers up over her, Maura shifted into their new normal sleeping position by wrapping one arm around Janes waist a placing her head on her chest.
After a few minutes, Jane too felt sleep overcome her.
— — —
As the first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, Maura stirred from her sleep, feeling the warmth of the bed beside her. Blinking sleepily, she turned to see Jane curled up under the blankets, her breathing shallow and labored.
Concern flooded Maura's chest as she reached out to gently shake Jane's shoulder. "Jane, are you alright?"
Jane groaned softly, rolling over to face Maura, her face pale and drawn. "I don't feel so good, Maura," she admitted, her voice weak and raspy.
Immediately, Maura's instincts kicked in, her medical training taking over as she assessed Jane's condition. Feeling her forehead, she noted the telltale warmth of fever, confirming her suspicions.
"You're burning up," Maura observed, her brow furrowing with concern. "You must have caught the flu from me. Oh Jane, I am so sorry"
Jane nodded weakly, a grimace crossing her features. "It's ok, I knew the risks."
Without hesitation, Maura sprang into action, fetching a thermometer and a glass of water from the bedside table. After taking Jane's temperature and confirming the fever, she tucked her girlfriend back into bed, determined to take care of her just as Jane had cared for her in the last few days.
"You need to rest," Maura instructed gently, placing a cool washcloth on Jane's forehead. "I'll call work for you."
Jane offered a feeble smile, grateful for Maura's unwavering support. "Thanks, Maura. You should still go to work if you want. I'll be ok here"
Maura returned the smile, her heart swelling with affection for her dear friend. "It's Friday anyway, I am just planning to start new on Monday besides what kind of girlfriend would I be if I just abandoned you. Just focus on getting better." Despite Jane's protests that she was fine, Maura remained by her side, refusing to leave until she was certain her friend was out of the woods.
Jane snuggled up under the covers and fell back asleep.
Maura found herself in the kitchen, preparing a pot of tea for Jane, who was still sleeping in bed. As she boiled the water, Angela entered the room, a concerned furrow marring her brow.
"Hey, Maura. How are you feeling?" Angela asked, her voice laced with worry.
Maura glanced up, offering a reassuring smile. "I'm doing better, thank you. The fever broke yesterday, and I spent the day resting comfortably."
Angela nodded, visibly relieved. "That's good to hear. Where is Jane? I thought for sure I would see her here this morning."
Maura shrugged modestly, returning her focus to the kettle. "Jane woke up this morning with fever and not feeling well, so I am going to bring her some tea and some medications to help her feel better"
Angela's expression softened, a knowing look in her eyes. "She's lucky to have you, Maura. You two make quite the team."
Maura chuckled softly, the sound tinged with affection. "I suppose we do, don't we? Although I must admit, I feel somewhat responsible for Jane getting sick."
Angela's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Maura paused in her chopping, her gaze distant as she recounted the events of the past few days. "Well, I warned Jane that I may be contagious, and despite my best efforts to prevent it, I think I may have passed it on to Jane."
Understanding dawned on Angela's face as she connected the dots. "Ah, I see. So, you think Jane caught the flu from you?"
Maura nodded, a hint of guilt creeping into her expression. "It's the most likely scenario. She spent so much time with me over the last few days, it's easy for germs to spread."
Angela reached out to place a comforting hand on Maura's arm. "Hey, don't beat yourself up about it. These things happen. Besides, I'm sure Jane doesn't blame you. Jane wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere other than by your side while you were sick."
Maura offered a grateful smile, touched by Angela's understanding. "That is certainly true."
As Angela left for work, Maura turned her attention back to her primary task: taking care of Jane. With a steaming mug of herbal tea and a small tray of medications in hand, Maura made her way back to their room.
Knocking gently on the door, Maura entered to find Jane propped up against the pillows, looking slightly better than she had first thing that morning but still visibly fatigued.
"Good morning, Jane," Maura greeted her with a warm smile, setting the tray down on the bedside table.
Jane managed a weak smile in return, her voice still hoarse. "Morning, Maura. You didn't have to bring me breakfast in bed."
Maura shook her head, dismissing Jane's protest. "Nonsense. You need to conserve your energy, and besides, it's the least I can do after all the time you've taken care of me over the last few days."
With gentle efficiency, Maura handed Jane the mug of tea, the fragrant steam rising in curling tendrils. "This should help soothe your throat," she explained.
Jane accepted the tea gratefully, taking a cautious sip and sighing in relief as the warmth spread through her chest. "Thanks, Maura."
Maura smiled, pleased to see Jane taking comfort in the simple gesture. "Of course. Now, let's get you started on your medication."
She handed Jane the tray of pills, carefully explaining each one and the dosage instructions. Jane nodded along, listening attentively despite her lingering fatigue.
Once Jane had taken her medication, Maura tucked her back into bed, and was about to leave the room "Is there anything else I can do for you, Jane?" Maura asked, her tone gentle.
Jane shook her head, a grateful smile playing on her lips. "Just you snuggling me in bed."
Maura returned the smile, feeling a swell of warmth in her chest. "Well, I can definitely do that." Maura slipped back under the covers on her side of the bed and allowed Jane to snuggle in against her side. Within seconds Maura knew Jane was asleep by the soft rhythm of her friend's breathing lulling her into a peaceful slumber also.
But suddenly, Maura was jolted awake by a low moan emanating from Jane's direction. Startled, she opened her eyes to find Jane tossing and turning restlessly, her brow furrowed in discomfort.
"Jane, are you okay?" Maura asked, her voice filled with concern as she reached out to gently shake her friend's shoulder.
Jane's eyes fluttered open, glazed with feverish delirium. "Maura?" she murmured weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Maura's heart clenched with worry as she felt Jane's forehead, recoiling at the intense heat radiating from her skin. "Your fever's spiking," she observed, her voice tinged with urgency.
Without hesitation, Maura sprang into action, grabbing a fresh washcloth and a bottle of water from the bedside table. She dipped the cloth in cool water and placed it gently on Jane's forehead, hoping to alleviate some of her discomfort.
"It's okay, Jane. I'm here," Maura reassured her, her voice steady despite the rising panic in her chest.
Jane's breathing was labored, her eyes struggling to focus. "I'm sorry, Maura," she mumbled, her words slurred with exhaustion.
Maura shook her head, brushing aside Jane's apology. "Don't be silly, Jane. You have nothing to apologize for. Just focus on resting, okay?"
As Jane turned back into Maura's side she mumbled barely at an audible level "Thanks Maura, I love you."
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jane's fever began to subside, her breathing gradually evening out as she slipped back into a fitful sleep
At first, Maura wasn't sure if she had heard correctly, but as she leaned in closer, her heart skipped a beat at the words that escaped Jane's lips.
"I love you," Jane murmured softly, her voice barely audible but filled with undeniable sincerity.
Maura's breath caught in her throat, her pulse quickening as she processed Jane's unexpected confession. For a moment, she was frozen in place, overwhelmed by a rush of emotions she hadn't dared to acknowledge until now.
Gently, Maura reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from Jane's forehead, her touch light and tender. "I love you too, Jane," she whispered back, her voice barely louder than a breath of air.
As Maura sat in the dimly lit room, the weight of Jane's whispered words echoed in her mind, stirring a whirlwind of emotions she struggled to contain. She replayed the moment over and over, dissecting each syllable, searching for deeper meaning in the simple confession that had slipped from Jane's lips in her fevered state.
"I love you."
The words lingered in the air, filling the room with an unspoken intensity that left Maura breathless. She couldn't deny the warmth that blossomed in her chest at the sound of them, nor could she ignore the flutter of anticipation that danced in her stomach.
But beneath the surface, doubt gnawed at Maura's resolve, a nagging voice whispering words of caution in her ear. Was Jane's confession merely a product of her fevered delirium, a fleeting moment of vulnerability in the midst of illness? Or did it stem from a deeper, more profound truth that had long been simmering beneath the surface?
Maura shook her head, banishing the doubts from her mind. Now was not the time for uncertainty or hesitation.
She loved Jane, with a fierceness and intensity that defied explanation, a love that had blossomed quietly but had grown roots deep within her heart.
With gentle determination, she quietly slipped out of the room, intent on preparing a soothing batch of homemade soup for Jane.
In the kitchen, Maura gathered an assortment of fresh ingredients, selecting vegetables known for their healing properties and immune-boosting benefits. As she chopped carrots, celery, and onions with practiced precision, the rhythmic sound of the knife against the cutting board served as a comforting distraction from the worry that gnawed at her heart.
With the vegetables prepared, Maura set a pot on the stove, allowing it to heat up before adding a splash of olive oil and the fragrant aromatics. The kitchen soon filled with the savory scent of simmering vegetables, a comforting reminder of the nourishment to come.
Next, Maura added a rich chicken broth to the pot, allowing it to come to a gentle boil before reducing the heat to a simmer. She seasoned the broth with a sprinkle of salt, a dash of pepper, and a handful of fragrant herbs, infusing the soup with warmth and flavor.
As the soup bubbled away on the stove, Maura took a moment to prepare a side of freshly baked bread, knowing that the warm, crusty slices would be the perfect accompaniment to the hearty soup.
Finally, after what felt like hours of careful preparation, the soup was ready. Maura ladled it into a bowl, filling it to the brim with steaming goodness, before adding a few slices of bread on the side.
With the tray in hand, Maura made her way back to Jane's room, a sense of satisfaction warming her from the inside out. She knew that the simple act of making soup wouldn't magically cure Jane's illness, but she hoped that it would bring her friend some measure of comfort and nourishment in her time of need.
"Jane, I made you some soup," Maura announced softly as she entered the room, placing the tray on the bedside table with care.
Jane looked up, her eyes brightening at the sight and smell of the steaming bowl. "Thank you, Maura. That looks amazing."
Maura smiled, her heart swelling with gratitude. "I hope it helps you feel better."
And as Jane took her first spoonful of soup, her expression softened, a sense of warmth spreading through her body with each comforting bite.
Jane's fever had subsided somewhat, but she still looked pale and fatigued, her eyes heavy with exhaustion.
Maura cleared her throat, her voice soft but tinged with urgency. "Jane, how are you feeling?"
Jane set down her spoon, turning to meet Maura's gaze with a weak smile. "I'm okay, Maura. Really."
But Maura could see through the facade, the lines of pain etched into Jane's features betraying her true condition. "You don't have to pretend, Jane," she insisted gently. "I know you're not feeling well."
Jane sighed, her smile faltering as she admitted defeat. "Alright, maybe I'm not feeling as great as I'd like to be."
Maura reached out to grasp Jane's hand, her touch gentle and reassuring. "It's okay, Jane. You don't have to be strong all the time. Just tell me what you need, and I'll do everything I can to help you."
Jane's eyes softened at Maura's words, a flicker of gratitude shining through the exhaustion. "Thank you, Maura. I appreciate that."
"Hey, Maura," Jane said, her voice stronger than it had been earlier. "I think I'm starting to feel better." Jane stated as the day had turned into the early evening.
Maura smiled, relief flooding through her. "I'm glad to hear that, Jane. You had me worried there for a while."
You're looking much better, Jane," Maura remarked, her voice filled with genuine happiness as she checked in on her girlfriend.
Jane grinned, a spark of her usual feistiness returning to her eyes. "I guess your homemade soup does have some magical healing powers after all."
Maura chuckled, feeling a sense of relief wash over her at Jane's playful banter. Jane reached out to squeeze Maura's hand, her expression softening with gratitude. "Thanks for taking care of me, Maura. I don't know what I would do without you."
Maura smiled warmly at Jane, noticing the improvement in her friend's demeanor. "You know, Jane, I'm starting to think that what you might have more of a 24-hour bug than the flu."
Jane raised an eyebrow, a hopeful expression dawning on her face. "Really? That's great news!"
Maura nodded, her own relief mirroring Jane's. "Yes, it seems like your body is already starting to fight it off. With a little more rest and hydration, I think you'll be back to your old self in no time."
Jane let out a sigh of relief, a weight lifting from her shoulders. "That's a relief. I was starting to worry I'd be stuck in bed for days."
Maura glanced around the room, taking note of Jane's improved condition and the cozy atmosphere of her bedroom. With a smile, she turned to her friend, a suggestion forming in her mind.
"Jane, how about we move to the sofa for a change of scenery?" Maura proposed, her voice gentle but inviting.
Jane considered the idea for a moment, a hint of curiosity sparking in her eyes. "That sounds nice, actually. A change of scenery might do me good."
With a nod of agreement, Maura helped Jane to sit up slowly, offering her a supportive arm as they made their way out of the bedroom and into the living room. The soft light filtering in through the windows cast a warm glow over the space, lending it an air of tranquility that was both comforting and inviting.
As they settled onto the sofa, Maura fluffed up the cushions, arranging them in a way that was both comfortable and cozy. She fetched a soft blanket from the nearby armchair, draping it over Jane's lap with care.
"There, now you can relax and get comfortable," Maura said, her voice soft and soothing.
Jane settled back against the cushions, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "This is perfect, Maura. Thank you."
Maura noticed Jane's eyes drifting toward the television, a flicker of interest igniting in her gaze. With a knowing smile, she reached for the remote, flipping through the channels until she landed on a sports program.
"How about we watch some sports?" Maura suggested, her tone light and playful.
Jane's face lit up with a grin, the prospect of watching a game clearly lifting her spirits. "That sounds great, Maura. Thanks."
"You know, Maura, I never thought you would be the one to suggest watching sports," Jane teased, nudging her playfully with her elbow.
Maura laughed, her eyes dancing with amusement. "I suppose I'm full of surprises, aren't I?"
Jane chuckled, leaning back against the cushions with a satisfied smile. "You certainly are. So, what's the real reason you're letting me watch sports? Trying to expand your horizons? Setting me up for a 5 part documentary?"
Maura pretended to consider for a moment, her expression thoughtful. "Perhaps I just enjoy the company," she replied with a wink.
Jane raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eye. "Or maybe you're secretly hoping to get lucky."
Maura feigned innocence, her lips twitching with suppressed laughter. "Jane!" And began gently, "I hope you know that I would never have ulterior motives when it comes to spending time with you. And also I am just getting back to being fully recovered from my bout of influenza and your fever only just broke a few hours ago, I do not believe it would be wise to have sexual intercourse this evening"
"Geez, Maura, really sexual intercourse." Jane cringed as the words left her mouth
"Well that is what you were implying, Jane, with the hoping to get lucky?" Maura questioned as she stared at Jane seductively.
A grin crossed Jane face as she smiled and leaned over pressing a soft chaste kiss to Maura's cheek. Jane disliked discussing the topic of sex and was thrilled when her mother walked in and the conversation ended.
"Hey, what's going on?" Angela asked, a hint of amusement in her voice as she noticed the intimate atmosphere.
Jane and Maura exchanged a quick glance, sharing a silent understanding before Maura spoke up. "Jane was just feeling better and we were just sitting down to catch up on, well whatever sport that is playing currently."
"Celtics game, Ma" Jane chimed in "We were just watching the Celtics game"
Angela raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Ah, I see. Well, don't let me interrupt. Carry on. I was going to make dinner, are you both hungry?"
With a nod, Angela made her way over to the kitchen to begin making dinner.
Jane and Maura shared a look, a silent agreement passing between them before Jane whispered, "Thank you Ma." Maura reached over and swatted her arm with disapproving eyes. "You know talking about sex isn't taboo, and if you want to in fact keep having sex with me, you will need to get more comfortable talking about it" As Maura got up to start helping Angela prepare dinner, Jane looked up with apologetic eyes. "I know, I'm sorry, just let's not discuss you know s-e-x in front of my Ma, ok?"
Maura leaned down giving Jane a soft kiss on the lips before heading into the kitchen.
"You poor thing, you look like you've been through the wringer," Angela said sympathetically, reaching out to brush a hand against Jane's forehead as Jane joined them in the kitchen
Jane offered her mother a weak smile. "I'm feeling better, Ma, thanks to Maura's homemade soup."
Angela nodded appreciatively at Maura. "Well, that's good to hear. But I think we can do even better. How about I make one of your favorite meals to help speed up your recovery?"
Jane's eyes brightened at the suggestion, a flicker of excitement dancing in her gaze. "That sounds amazing, Ma. But you don't have to go to all that trouble to make gnocchi."
Angela waved off Jane's protest with a dismissive gesture. "Nonsense, sweetie. It's no trouble at all. Besides, what kind of mother would I be if I didn't spoil my daughter when she's feeling under the weather?"
Maura smiled at the exchange, touched by Angela's gesture of maternal care. "That's very kind of you, Angela. I'm sure Jane will appreciate it."
Jane nodded enthusiastically, her appetite already whetted by the thought of her mother's cooking. "I definitely will. Thanks, Ma."
As the savory aroma of Angela's cooking filled the air, Jane's anticipation grew with each passing minute. She knew her mother's gnocchi was a labor of love, a dish that Angela had perfected over the years, and one that never failed to bring comfort and warmth to their home.
Finally, Angela emerged from the kitchen, a steaming dish of gnocchi in hand. The pillowy dumplings were coated in a rich tomato sauce, fragrant with herbs and spices, and topped with a generous sprinkling of Parmesan cheese.
"Voilà!" Angela exclaimed, setting the dish down on the dining table with a flourish. "One of your favorites, just like you asked."
Jane's mouth watered at the sight and smell of the gnocchi, her stomach growling in anticipation. "Mom, it looks amazing. Thank you so much."
Angela beamed with pride, her eyes twinkling with satisfaction. "It was my pleasure, sweetheart. Now, dig in before it gets cold."
With eager anticipation, Jane and Maura helped themselves to generous portions of gnocchi, the tender dumplings melting in their mouths with each bite. The flavors were exquisite, a perfect balance of savory and sweet, and Jane couldn't help but close her eyes in bliss as she savored each mouthful.
Between bites, Angela watched with a satisfied smile, her heart swelling with happiness at the sight of her daughter enjoying her cooking.
As the comforting warmth of Angela's homemade gnocchi filled their bellies, Jane couldn't help but feel a wave of exhaustion wash over her. Her eyelids drooped with each passing minute, her body craving the rest it needed to fully recover from her illness.
Maura noticed Jane's fatigue, a look of concern crossing her features as she reached out to gently touch her friend's arm. "Jane, you look exhausted. How about we call it a night and get some rest?"
Jane nodded wearily, a grateful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "That sounds like a great idea, Maura. I don't think I have the energy to stay up much longer."
With a supportive arm around Jane's shoulder, Maura helped her to her feet, guiding her towards the bedroom with gentle care. Angela watched them go with a knowing smile, her heart warmed by the sight of their friendship and the bond they shared.
"Goodnight, you two," Angela called out, her voice filled with warmth.
"Goodnight, Mom," Jane replied, her words muffled by a yawn.
Once they were inside the bedroom, Maura helped Jane change into her pajamas before tucking her into bed with tender affection. "Get some rest, Jane," she said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead. "You'll feel better in the morning."
Jane nodded sleepily, her eyes already drifting shut. "Thanks, Maura. And thanks for everything today." "I love you," Jane murmured softly, her words laden with vulnerability and sincerity.
Maura's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in surprise at the unexpected confession. She sat frozen for a moment, her mind racing as she processed the weight of Jane's words.
Maura smiled, her heart swelling with love for her dear friend. "Jane "Maura began softly, her voice tinged with warmth and sincerity, "I want you to know that I cherish every word you say, whether spoken in moments of clarity or in the haze of fever."
She paused, searching Jane's eyes for reassurance before continuing. "But I also understand that illness can blur the lines between reality and delirium. If what you said earlier was influenced by your fever, please don't feel any pressure to stand by it."
Jane's expression softened at Maura's words, a mixture of relief and gratitude washing over her features. "Maura, I... I meant what I said. Even if it came out in a moment of weakness, my feelings for you are real."
"I am completely, and utterly head over heels in love with you Maura Dorothea Isles." Jane said reaching out to take Maura's hand. "I understand if you are not ready to say those words back to me yet but I want you to know exactly how I feel. I have never wanted to say those words to any of my other partners but I found myself wanting to tell you I loved you from almost our first kiss."
Maura slightly taken back by Jane's bold confession "Jane," Maura began softly, her voice steady yet filled with warmth, "I want you to know that your feelings are reciprocated. I love you too."
A soft smile graced Maura's lips as she reached out to gently squeeze Jane's hand, the connection between them palpable in the quiet of the room. "Whether spoken in the clarity of day or the haze of fever, my feelings for you are unwavering."
As the weight of their shared confession hung in the air, Maura and Jane found solace in each other's embrace. With a sense of contentment and newfound intimacy, they settled into bed, the soft sheets enveloping them in warmth.
Maura wrapped her arms around Jane, pulling her close as they snuggled together, their bodies fitting together perfectly as if they were made for each other. With each gentle breath, they felt the tension of the day melt away, replaced by a sense of peace and serenity.
Jane rested her head against Maura's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of her heartbeat beneath her ear. It was a comforting sound, a reminder of the deep connection they shared, stronger now than ever before.
Maura pressed a kiss to the top of Jane's head, her touch tender and reassuring. "I love you, Jane," she whispered, her voice a soothing murmur in the darkness. "Always."