I will tell her tomorrow how much I appreciate everything she’s done for me. Anyway, my hands hurt; I think it’s going to rain again. Thanks for that Hoyt, thank you and ***** you! Channel 6 weather did me well enough. I should’ve killed that monster when I had the chance, but then Internal Affairs would’ve been all over my *****, shooting an unarmed and incapacitated man and Maura would never have forgiven me. Still I wish I’d done it, I could’ve ridden a desk for a few months if it meant I was free of him. Why won’t he just leave me alone, am sick of seeing him in my dreams?

Ok, I’m going, my hands are so sore.

-/-

“Jane?” Maura pushed open the door and was surprised to find the delicate aroma of lemon floating around the room. Since the shooting, Jane had been uncharacteristically lapse in her cleaning duties but it was obvious she’d been busy this morning.

“Jane?” she called again as she set her purse on the seat of the couch and started down the hall. The sound of the shower greeted her and she smiled. She hadn’t expected Jane to be so willing to act on her plan but so far, it was going well.
Stepping into the bedroom, she rapped on the bathroom door.

“Good morning, Jane!” she called loudly.

“Oh, hey Maur!” she could tell from the timbre of her voice that Jane was brushing her teeth in the shower again. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

Maura turned, pausing only to collect up Jane’s carelessly discarded nightwear and folding it before tucking it under her pillow. She returned to the living space and busied herself in the kitchen, pancakes and coffee were the order of the day.

As she served up a second short stack and placed the syrup between the two plates, Jane appeared, a towel wrapped around her hair and her favourite worn BPD shirt over yoga pants.

“Maura. You rock!” the brunette crashed into her seat and ate greedily. “I’m starving.”

“You really should chew more thoroughly.” Maura told her, taking a smaller bite of her breakfast as she watched the detective demolish her stack in record time. “You’re going to choke one day.”