Fan Fiction

Jane had been asleep for almost two hours, her rhythmic breathing punctuated with the occasional gentle snore. Maura watched the detective; the peaceful expression she wore softened even the roughest of edges.
 Only when Jane slept did she allow herself to really look at the brunette, to study her sharp and chiselled features, the gentle curve of her lips. She was aware of the rumours that flew wildly around the precinct, the speculation about the true nature of their relationship. She worked hard to keep them from Jane, she knew that, with her catholic upbringing and fiery temper, the detective wouldn’t take the information well and so it was an on-going argument that she faced alone.
Maura smiled as Jane mumbled in her sleep, just when she thought she was beyond being surprised, Jane would always find a way. It was the week before the shooting when she had done just that. Striding confidently into the morgue, Jane had set a flier carefully onto the table and slid it towards Maura, a cocky grin spreading widely over her face.

Maura regarded the document briefly before returning her attention to the computer screen as her heart fluttered wildly in her chest.

“Wanna go?” Jane had purred into her ear, sending bolts of electricity through to the doctors very core. She glanced up, seeing the smirks on the faces of a handful of detectives she recognised from the vice squad fall into gaping O’s of shock as they, not so discreetly, watched the exchange through the window.
Jane’s fingers had brushed the hair back from her neck, exposing creamy white skin before placing a soft kiss on the rapidly flushing pulse point and flipping the bird to the men standing at the window.

Maura smiled at the memory, and the possibilities it may still open up to her. She was realistic in her expectations. It had taken Jane’s shooting for it to become clear to Maura herself. Their casual flirting, each with a lack of a significant male in their lives, the regularity of their leaving together, and often arriving together. It was an equation that added up to the answer that many had arrived at. And yet. Maura sighed sadly, it was the sad tale of another unrequited love. She knew her feelings for Jane ran deeper and stronger than friendship, watching the sleeping brunette she felt that familiar tug in her chest and wondered how it had taken her this long to work it out. But right now, Jane needed Maura the doctor, Maura the friend. Not Maura the love sick puppy reaching for the impossible.