Set after 2x13.

Characters aren't mine. They belong to the amazing Tess Gerritsen, Jane Tamaro, TNT, WB, and other assorted important people.

"Jane?" The quiet, sleep filled voice of Maura Isles filled the silence of the bedroom as the morning sun shone in through the crack in the barely closed curtains.

"Hmm?" Shifting to allow the smaller woman to rest her head on Jane's shoulder, the detective glanced down to see the puzzled look on the other woman's upturned face.

"What's bothering you?" Honey brunette locks tickled Jane's face as Maura snuggled in against her. "Tell me," she whispered, her breath running across exposed olive skin and causing the other woman to shiver.

"Nothing's bothering me," came the husky reply. "I'm just… I thought the hard part would be us taking the next step and then eventually telling everyone. But the hard part was not knowing if you'd still be here when I woke up this morning, and," Jane placed a kiss in the crown of unruly hair still tickling her face, "you're still here."

Maura gave a small shake of her head. "Where else would I be?"

Lithe shoulders gave a shrug, careful not to disturb. "I don't know. Anywhere but here? I mean, there was a chance you woke up and realized this was all some really bad mistake and took off before I could wake up."

"Not likely." Maura's voice was clearing, and there was an edge of humor to it. "First of all, you almost always wake up before I do. Second of all, when I do wake up before you and try to sneak off to the restroom, you pull me back into bed, and that was before last night, so I think you'd know if I were trying to sneak away. Lastly, my dress is completely ruined. What would I wear to leave? I'd have to borrow some of your clothing, and that would certainly wake you. As it stands, I'm still going to have to borrow something." She kissed Jane's neck.

"Yeah," a deep chuckled echoed through the room, "sorry about that. I can buy you another one."

"Don't worry about it. I probably wouldn't have worn it again. It's frowned upon to wear the same dress to more than one social event of the season." The doctor gave a light sigh, her free hand lightly running over Jane's body. "Thank you for going with me. You looked amazing in the Chanel."

"Anytime," a small gasp escaped the detective despite herself. "Maura, are we going to be okay?"

"Time will tell, but I feel confident in us. I trust in the strength of our relationship, don't you?"

"I'm trying. I mean, I trust you. I trust you so much, but this is new, and what if everyone we know freaks out when they find out? And what about Gabe and Ian and… God!" Jane groaned, rubbing her free hand over her face. "What about Casey?"

"What about them?" Maura pushed up so she could look the other woman in the eyes. "I have no interest in continuing to pine away for Ian. He's from another lifetime ago, a ghost from my past, and the next time he comes into town, he'll have an unpleasant surprise, I'm afraid." She tilted her head, eyes running over the sharp features before her. "Would you rather be with Casey or Gabe?"

The answer was softly spoken, and Jane's fingers ran lightly along Maura's jawline as she gave a small smile. "No," she shook her head. "I'm happy where I am."

"Good, then you can tell them you're taken, and Ian can go find a hotel when he decides to resurface." Maura smirked, lowering herself to nuzzle at Jane's neck. "You have a hickey."

"Of course I do," came the flatlined response. "Can I cover it with a shirt?"

"Not well," one manicured finger ran over the mark, "but makeup applied correctly could conceal it. I can help you if you want."

"Already marking your territory, Dr. Isles," Jane joked as she moved to sit up.

Maura's voice was low. "Can you blame me?"

Shaking her head, Jane slipped from the bed. "I'm going to feed Jo. Why don't you hit the bathroom, and then give me a few in there, and then we can take a shower. Sound good?"

"Sounds perfect."

"God, this towel, I swear it has a mind of its own," Jane muttered to herself as she flipped a large, navy blue towel around herself and tucked it into place. "All I want you to do, towel, is stay in place. Is that too much to ask?" She ran a hand through her wet hair, shaking it to loosen up the strands.

"Naked Day at BPD again?" Casey's voice threw Jane, who yelped and turned to her open laptop.

"Crap! Why do you keep doing that?" A scowl settled on the detective's face.

"It's not my fault you keep forgetting to close your chat. Besides, I remembered you were going to some big social thing in Boston last night, and I wanted to see how it went. I looked it up online this morning. Did you know you're in the paper? That dress looked really nice on you, Jane." He smiled at her.

"Thanks." She shrugged. "It went alright. Maura was the keynote speaker, so I spent a lot of time at a table with people who make more in interest on their liquid investments in one hour than I make in a month's worth of paychecks, but I'm getting better at holding my own at those things. This time, I only embarrassed her once, and that was toward the end of the night, thank God."

"I can't wait to hear that story!" Casey chuckled as his eyes ran over the towel clad woman in front of him. Suddenly, the smile on his face dropped. "What happened to your neck?"

Jane stopped her hand midmotion as it automatically went to the hickey to cover it. She slowly pulled her hand down again, and took in a deep breath. "It's a bruise." She shrugged.

"It's a hickey," he shot back. "Who did you sleep with last night?"

"You know," Jane's voice became defensive, "I don't really think you have the right to ask me that question. We're not dating, Casey."

"I thought we'd made it clear that we were interested in each other, and now you've picked up some socialite at last night's event?" He gave a grunt of disapproval. Though his voice remained calm, his words were biting. "I thought you didn't sleep around."

"I don't," Jane spat back. "And screw you, Casey! Who do you think you are to even say that? Who I do and don't sleep with is none of your damned business."

He raised an eyebrow, frowning deeply. "So you did sleep with someone last night? Who is he?"

"I'm done." She made a reach for the computer, but was stopped by a delicate hand on top of her own. Glancing over, she saw Maura had finished drying her hair, but was still in the large, deep red towel she had been wearing when Jane had walked into the kitchen. Hazel eyes met her with a look somewhere between worry and pleading, and the detective realized this was her first test. She was determined to not fail it.

"Who is that?" Casey leaned, trying to get a better view of the hand that had just come into the view.

"The person I slept with last night, and," Jane said as she stepped backwards, away from the computer, "the person I'm seeing."

He gave another grunt, crossing his arms in front of him. "Just like that?"

"Yeah, just like that." She shrugged. "I told you, Casey, I'm done. I'd like to be your friend, but that's as far as it gets."

"Are you at least going to step where I can see you?" He called out. "I'd like to at least know who I lost to."

Jane turned her head, giving a nod yes despite the color dropping from her face. Maura stepped into the camera's view. Without shoes on, she was tiny next to the lanky detective, and she easily rested her head on Jane's chest as she wrapped her arms around the side of the detective.

Casey's jaw dropped, eyes growing wide. "Are you fucking kidding?" The disbelief in his voice reflected on his face.

"You never had a chance," Jane said, a cocky smirk spreading across her face. "But, if it makes you feel better, this just happened recently."

"How recently," he asked, eyes narrowing.

"Last night," she replied as she turned her head to place a kiss on Maura's forehead. "Look, I am sorry, Casey."

"Yeah, so am I, Jane. I suppose no one else knows." He ran a hand over his face, sighing heavily.

"No, not yet, but I doubt we can keep it under wraps for long. You know how nosey Ma is, and she lives in Maura's guest house." Jane gave a nervous chuckle. "My life's complicated."

"Clusterfuck," Casey said from behind his hand.

"Yeah, pretty much," she agreed.

Maura frowned. "I hardly think it's that bad. Once the shock wears off, I'm sure most will be fine with the change. For example, you are taking this all very well, Casey."

"No, I'm really not, but I can't yell and scream. I'm in a tent in the desert. If I blow my top, my whole squad will hear it, and they'll never let me live it down if they find out the really hot woman I've been talking to and about for the past month dumped me for another really hot woman… who is a doctor." He cleared his throat. "I don't like this. I don't understand this. I don't condone it. But, I refuse to make a scene. Soldiers handle things in stride, and that's what I'm doing." He shook his head. "Good luck, Jane. You know where to find me when you come to your senses." With a final grunt, Casey cut the connection.

"Come to your senses?" Maura was clearly offended. "I can't believe he just said that."

"I can. Put yourself in his place. That went way better than it probably should have." Jane sighed, pulling away from the other woman. "As sexy as you look in my towel, I'm going to have to ask you to go raid my closet for clothes while I go finish drying off. I'm starving, and I think it's going to be a long day. He's right, it's going to be a cluster, and we need to talk about how to deal with it when it comes."

"Are you suggesting we have a plan of action?" Maura's eyebrows rose in surprise.

"For once, I am. I don't want to screw this up because we weren't ready to deal with how people might act. If I screw this up, I want it to be because I'm an idiot." The detective grimaced. "You know I don't want to screw this up, right?"

Chuckling, Maura turned to head to the bedroom. "Yes, I know, and I understand what you're saying. I think I have some clothes tucked away in the bottom of your nightstand. Go dry your hair, and I'll be ready when you are."

"I just hope we're both ready," Jane muttered as she headed for the bathroom.

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