Jane turned the car off and looked to Maura who was chewing her lip in the passenger seat. The doctor had insisted that Jane drive them much to her annoyance.

‘What if I have a panic attack?’ Jane had complained as she’d slipped herself into the car. Maura knew she wouldn’t, driving would give Jane enough of a distraction to keep her focus away from the panic.

“I can’t do this Maura.” Jane whispered, her head coming to rest on the steering wheel.

“Why not?”

Jane looked up at her. “Because… I….” a frown crumpled the detective’s usually chiselled features. “I don’t know.” She conceded finally.

“Good. Let’s go.” Maura stepped from the car, closing the door with a loud bang that made Jane jump.

‘Outside the station….. that grasp, so strong around her neck… burning pain through her middle….and then she was falling, there was nothing as the blackness crept into the edges of her vision.’

“Jane?”

‘Maura’s voice calling her name, she could hear the worry in her tone, so clearly…’

“Jane!” Maura knocked on the window, making Jane jump again. Her hands were shaking as she looked around. She was in her car. Safe.

Maura pulled the door open and yanked at the rubber bands around Jane’s wrist, the snap on her skin making even the doctor cringe. “Dammit Maura!” Jane was out of the car and advancing on the doctor before she’d even registered the movement of her limbs.

“Don’t forget the list.” Maura smiled sweetly as she realised that Jane had snapped from the verge of the panic attack she’d seen building. Jane couldn’t help but chuckle. While she’d initially dismissed something as simple as a rubber band as a treatment for her panic attacks, she had to admit, they really did work.

“I owe you for that one!” Jane laughed as she jogged to catch up with Maura who was struggling with a shopping cart. “Here, gimme that.” She pulled the cart from Maura’s hands and handed her the list, following her blindly into the store.

“Is there anything on this list that is actually good for you?” Maura asked as Jane slumped over the cart, staring at the fresh produce.