Disclaimer: I don't own them. If I did, things would be a liiiiiiittle bit different on screen. ;]

A/N: Hey, FF! Normally, I don't write anything this short. Ever. But I haven't written any fanfictions in a lonnnggg time, so this is just me kind of testing the waters a bit before I dive in. I have some ideas as to where this is going, but I don't know as to how this will be going, how long it will be going.. Or anything. All mistakes are mine.

"Jane."

Her bedside clock glared sharply in the night, the green numbers displaying that it was the most unlucky time of night- Or morning, rather: 3 AM, a time when the dark fell silent, and things started going bump in the night. But it was never about the time. The brunette was perched upright by her elbow, her cell phone smashed in between her cheek and her hand. The only thing keeping her from springing off the mattress, struggling into a pair of jeans just at the mere sound of her name being uttered that way was the vice-grip her sheets had on her, tangled around her legs. It seemed that Maura wasn't the only one having trouble sleeping. But it wasn't about the sleep, either. It was never about the sleep.

"Maura? What's wrong, what happened!" The alarm in her voice vanquished any remnants of sleep, or lack there of, that may have normally choked her throat at being awoken at this time of night. She could still hear the echo of her name in her ear, uttered so quietly that Jane hadn't been sure if she had dreamt it or not. The room slowly shifted back into a focus Jane hadn't realized she had lost: The moon bathing her floor in a taunting glow, yesterday's clothes strewn across the hardwood.. All subtle yet true reminders that this was not a dream. Possibly a nightmare, but certainly not a dream.

The breathing on the other end was ragged, strong, and increasingly becoming more normal as time passed. The seconds ticked on slowly, but Jane was sure her heartbeat was loud enough to be heard over the phone, over the other woman's breathing. It was the waiting that killed her. Jane was not a patient woman. Her line of work prided her on that, rewarded her for it even. Maura would count her heartbeats and incessantly remind her that cops had one of the highest rates of heart problems than any other profession, and then maybe she would scold her about jumping to conclusions about assuming something was wrong. Jane longed for one of the two options to be the next thing she heard through the ear piece. She would endure the heart problems if it meant that everything else was okay.

"I- I'm okay." The words were choked, and Jane could hear an audible swallow from the other end. The mental image of Maura- Calm, cool, and collected Maura, so rattled and frightened over something was too much for Jane. She sliced up dead bodies for a living, for Christ's sake! Furiously Jane kicked her feet, fighting the twisted bed sheets from her thighs until they pooled on the floor beside her. Liberated, the woman stood, padding her feet across the cool wood. "I'm fine, really. Physically, I'm fine. It was nothing. I just..." Jane half-listened to the babble while fighting her way into her discarded black slacks. Maura trailed off as soon as her button snapped into place over her underwear, her makeshift pajamas. It was strange. Strange for Maura to be fighting for words. Strange for Maura to be calling her. The situations usually ended up with Jane calling Maura in the middle of the night.

"I'm coming over."