Great reviews from y'all again, thanks. I'm glad you enjoyed the previous chapter – I had a lot of fun writing it. This is the third and final chapter.

Jane looked around the room. It was filled with cops – the people she worked with. Guys who she knew already thought of her as a lesbian. She knew what the talk of the precinct would be the following week.

She was therefore torn between dancing with Maura and tending to her own ego and walking away. She made eye contact with Maura – those gentle hazel eyes pleading silently with her – and she felt something shift within her. It was too new and too powerful of an emotion for her to articulate, so she merely took Maura's hand and led her back out onto the dance floor.

As Maura linked her hands behind Jane's neck she whispered "Thank you." Jane smiled and placed her arms around Maura, resting her hands in the small of her back.

If there were any comments or disparaging looks from the people around them Jane and Maura did not hear. They were oblivious to everything but their special moment. As the dance played out they moved closer – acting like the moths to each other's flames. Before long Maura was pressed up against Jane and resting her head in the hollow between her neck and collarbone.

Jane was aware of every inch of Maura and each point where their bodies touched. She pulled Maura closer still and willed the music to continue endlessly. But time is a fickle mistress and the last few notes of the song ran out like the last few grains in an hourglass.

Maura made no move to leave Jane's embrace and likewise Jane made no effort to remove her arms.

The lead singer of the band saw them standing there and quickly rearranged their set list. "Here's another slow song for all you lovers out there," he said before the band began to play.

"Looks like I got my wish," Jane murmured, "I didn't want the last song to end." Too late, she realized what she had said. Well, there was no taking it back and truth be told she didn't really want to.

Maura said nothing and closed her eyes. She let herself fall under the slow melody of the song and the rhythm of Jane dancing with her. She had read that wearing a Hallowe'en costume made people more daring as if they were acting like the character they emulated. Of course such supposition was surely preposterous, and yet…would Maura have asked Jane to slow dance with her? Or was it the influence of Wonder Woman? No matter, she reveled in her chance to be this close to Jane.

The second song came to an end, the band's voices in harmony with the final chord fading into silence. Almost apologetically, the lead singer announced that the next song would be "A rockin' Hallowe'en number."

"Thank you for the dance," Maura told Jane as they walked from the floor, "despite all your protestations you dance very well."

Jane smiled. "There's not much to slow dancing," she pointed out.

Well, I will give you that," Maura admitted, "but you do move very sensuously."

Jane glanced at Maura. If she didn't know better she would think Maura was flirting with her. "Well, why would that be a bad thing?" asked her inner voice slyly.

"Another drink?" Jane asked as they got back to the bar. Maura nodded yes.

"Looked like you had, umm, fun on the dance floor," Korsak commented. Frost and Frankie were no longer there.

Jane flashed him a warning look but Korsak had no intent on taking his remark any further. He knew Jane and Maura belonged together even if they did not but he wasn't about to tell Jane that. She had to figure it out on her own.

"Where are Frost and my brother?" she asked.

Korsak gestured to the door. "There's some limbo competition going outside," he said.

"Frankie must be freezing his balls off," Jane said with a grin.

"Technically his core body temperature would have to be below 28 degrees Fahrenheit for that to happen," Maura informed her as she sipped her wine.

"Thank you Dr. Google," Jane said.

There was a lull in the conversation. Jane and Maura kept stealing glances at each other as they drank and Korsak felt somewhat like a fifth wheel. He decided they needed some time without him hanging around.

"Well ladies, it's been fun but I think I'm going to harass Barry and Frankie outside and head home."

Jane leaned up against the bar and took another swig from her beer.

"Why didn't you want the song to end?" Maura asked her quietly staring down at her hands and wine glass.

Jane took a very deep breath. "I uh, I um, was just enjoying the music," she replied, knowing how lame that sounded to her own ears.

"Oh, that's all it was?" Maura asked, sounding disappointed, "You know I have my Lasso of Truth here, please don't make me use it." She put her hands on her hips again for good effect.

Jane laughed, "Oh yeah, you and who's army?"

Taking that as a challenge Maura quickly trapped Jane up against the bar and slipped the lasso around her.

"Now you have to tell me the truth," she said, "Why didn't you want the song to end?"

"You know when I was a child I really believed this worked," she said touching it with her fingers, "are you really ready to hear the truth?"

Maura nodded.

"It felt good to have your in my arms," Jane began, "but more than that, I had this incredible feeling of 'rightness' and if the dance ended everything would go back to normal and the moment would be lost forever. Silly, right?"

Maura shook her head. "Not silly at all." She leaned in closer to Jane only stopping short when she realized she had been about to kiss her in this most public of venues. Instead she scooted closer and held Jane's hand.

"I have been waiting…hoping really…that you would come to realize you had feelings for me…feelings deeper than mere friendship," Maura told her, "that dance was amazing, perfect…I can't even find the right adjective to describe it."

Jane gave Maura's hand a quick squeeze and looked around the bar.

If this conversation was going to lead to…what she hoped it would lead to, any further revelations needed to be conducted somewhere a lot more private.

"Are you ready to get out of here?" she asked Maura slowly and deliberately. Maura saw the intent in Jane's eyes and nodded her agreement.

The two women quickly left the bar and went outside. It was decidedly chilly now that the hour was late. Frankie and Frost waved as they walked by - obviously a little inebriated and still trying to limbo.

"Let's take my car," Maura said, steering Jane in the direction of her parked Prius.

Jane watched as Maura fastened her seat belt. "How long?" she said removing her hat and mask, "How long have you had…feelings for me?"

Maura started the car. "Quite some considerable time," she replied. "How long?" Jane asked again. "A few months, I don't know exactly," Maura replied again "How long?" Jane insisted.

"Fine," Maura said smiling, "Ever since I met you at my first crime scene. Of course it took a little while for me to figure that out but still…that was the catalyst moment."

She put the car in drive and headed toward her home.

Jane sat in silence as she tried to process what Maura had just said. All that time and she had said nothing. All that time spent hoping and waiting and being content with simple friendship…

"What would you have done if I hadn't been…attracted to you?" she asked finally.

"After we had the conversation about She-Ra and Wonder Woman I was confident that you were," Maura stated, "Statistics have shown that, while not conclusive, pre-teen and teenage girls who bond with strong female characters have a higher likelihood of being attracted to women as adults. If I had been wrong, well let's just say I'm glad it didn't come to that."

"So you wore this costume on purpose to…seduce me?" Jane asked with a big grin on her face.

"I would say more to titillate you than seduce you," Maura responded as she pulled the car up to her house.

"Well, whatever it was, it definitely worked," Jane said with a sigh, "How could I have been so blind?"

Maura turned off the ignition. "Jane, I don't see it as you being blind, more you being ready to accept you could be attracted to another woman." With that she leaned over and brushed Jane's lips with her own. "I wanted to do that in the Robber but decided it wasn't the best venue for such an obvious PDA."

Jane smiled and touched her lips wondering at the sensations that brief contact had aroused in her. "Yes, I probably would have had a major freak out."

The two women made their way inside Maura's house and took up their usual positions on the couch. "Can I get you a beer or something else to drink or a snack," Maura asked, seeming suddenly nervous. "No, I'm good," Jane replied, "and there's no need to be worried. Neither of us has to promise more than we want to."

Maura took Jane's hand in hers. "You always read me so well," she said, "I don't want to make any wrong moves."

"Then how about we work on making all the right moves," Jane replied. She reached up and cupped Maura's cheek with her right hand and shifted closer so she could kiss her. Jane's mind was immediately flooded with bursts of almost incoherent thoughts – "so soft, so sexy, I need…more". Lips capturing lips, a world of new sensuality, soft moans followed by insistent tongues – searching, teasing, wanting.

When the kiss finally ended Jane and Maura looked at each other shyly – both understanding at once that this was something special, something that needed to be nurtured with care and not with the urgency of a one night stand.

"As much as I would like to do what my body wants," Jane said softly, shifting slightly on the couch as her arousal became apparent, "I think we need to take things slow…when I do make love to you," she gazed into Maura's eyes as she said this, "and I will make love to you, I want everything to be perfect."

Maura nodded her agreement. "Will you at least spoon me to sleep? I always rest better when I'm in your arms."

"Just try and stop me," Jane smiled.

As they lay in bed snuggled together under the blankets Maura gave a contented sigh. "This has to be the best Hallowe'en ever," she said. "My superhero," Jane mumbled back as she drifted off to sleep.

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