Five minutes in, Jane sighed happily. Maybe Maura was onto something with her slimy bath stuffs and head rubbing. She certainly felt a lot more relaxed than when she’d gotten in.
“Your apartment has been ransacked.” Maura blurted out suddenly. “They don’t think anything has been taken.”

Jane tried to sit up quickly, the oils in the bath causing her to slip and flail wildly, inadvertently ducking herself under the surface in the process. “Hoyt was there?” she asked between coughs.

Maura shrugged. “They don’t know yet but they believe he is responsible.”

Jane melted back into the water as silence fell over the room once again. “You’re safe here.” Maura reminded her softly, nonchalantly running her fingers through Jane’s hair as she spoke.

“That’s the thing Maur.” Jane sighed heavily. “I don’t think I am.”

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Maura watched as Jane slept, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. It had taken her longer to drift off than even Maura had thought it might and her sleep had been punctuated with nightmares; violent thrashing from Jane had woken the doctor and now she found herself unable to find slumber again. She sat, cross legged on the bed, Jane’s service revolver laid carefully in front of her. She was thankful that Jane had relented and taken her to the gun range and taught her how to shoot properly. Now she could protect her friend, and hopefully not kill herself in the process.

Next to her, Jane began tossing and turning again. “No…. don’t…” even in sleep, she sounded scared.
Reaching out, Maura rubbed her arm carefully, “Shh, Jane, it’s….”

Jane sat bolt upright, her hand locking around Maura’s wrist as she spun around, pinning Maura to the bed, her breath sharp and ragged as she focused on the form below her.
Maura found her own breath coming to her in shallow gasps as she looked up into the deep eyes of the brunette now astride her. She could feel Jane’s breath, warm and minty on her cheek and she swallowed noisily before licking her lips.

“Jane?” Maura whispered, her voice shook and she felt her cheeks burning.

Jane frowned; her brain was still clouded from sleep and dreams and her voice warm and velvety.  “Maura?” Looking down at her friend, she felt a pull in her chest. Maura looked up at her, her eyes mixed with caution, concern and something else…. Her pupils dilated as Jane spoke her name, was it arousal?