A/N: We all have our own way of interpreting songs. This is my way. Will be 7 chapters.
Big thank you to my beta, who probably didn't know what she was getting into when she offered! ;)
Lyrics in brackets.

Jane took a deep breath, invisible to an untrained eye, and stared at the bottle in her hands. The drum beat filled the Dirty Robber and all she could focus on were the words floating from the speakers.

[You and I were meant to be]

She had fallen into this routine the last month, submerging herself in songs she heard throughout the day. When she drove alone, she usually drove in silence, but Frost and Maura always turned the radio on. She would listen intensely if she only heard as much as a single line matching her mood or feelings. Her brain would turn everything into something she could relate to. She had probably never been this interested in lyrics. Or even the music. A slow drum beat made her sad, a cheerful love song somehow made her smile even though she never allowed herself to daydream for more than a few seconds. This song, this Friday afternoon was somewhere in the middle. She was hooked at the very beginning of the song, at the last lingering 'e'.

[Ain't no doubt about it, no way to hide that sort of thing]

She smiled without realizing it. Her fingers were on a mission to strip the bottle of everything that could be removed. A small pile of paper was already on the table in front of her. She stared at it, not noticing the hand reaching for hers from the other side of table until the soft fingers rested on top of hers.

"Jane, have you listened to anything I've said the last five minutes?"

She looked up, feeling like a deer caught in headlights.

"What?" she blurted out.

Her surprise was rewarded with a smile she knew so well. It told her that Maura was slightly frustrated with her, but she couldn't help but feel an overwhelming concern for Jane. She knew perfectly well that Jane was caught in her thoughts.

"Apparently you haven't heard a single word. What are you thinking about?"

Jane couldn't concentrate. Her hand was still caught underneath soft and electric fingers.

"The case."

It was a perfectly normal and totally valid response, and it had been pretty much the only answer she could give every time Maura noticed she had drifted off lately. The fingers on her hand squeezed gently, offering a soft stroke over the back of her hand.

"The case is closed, you found the bad guy, like you always do."

"Yeah, I know" she mumbled.

Maura's hand slowly found its way back to her side of the table.

"It got to you, didn't it?"

Jane nodded. Every case involving a child got to her.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, not really. I'm just tired, that's all."

She stopped picking at the bottle, knowing it was a clear sign that something bothered her. Instead she took a sip of her beer before she looked back at her friend. No one spoke, and Jane knew from Maura's slightly wrinkled forehead that she looked just as exhausted as she felt.

"You've been working too much this week, you would probably benefit more from a good night's sleep than sitting here with me."

Jane wasn't so sure, but she knew better than to protest.

"Yeah, maybe I should call it a night."

"Good call" Maura smiled and once again found Jane's hand and gave it squeeze.

"Come on, let's go."

She grabbed her purse and stood up as Jane took a final sip of her beer before following.

"Are you coming back home with me?" Maura asked, and Jane stopped.

She hesitated.

"No, I don't think so… I'll just head home."

"Sure."

Maura flashed her a smile before turning around and walking towards the door. Jane gazed at the honey blonde hair falling down the doctor's back as she walked away. Her eyes slowly dropping, going down her back, over her hips and down her legs.

Oh, God. Not the way to finish the night…

She finally followed Maura through the room, and the last words she heard on the way out were sure to stay with her a while.

[Not waiting for something better, ain't nothing better worth imagining]

She parked in front of her building, turned the engine off but didn't move. She stared out into the dark night and was reluctant to even think about going inside. Her apartment wasn't the place where she wanted to be, and she knew it too damn well. Her mind was playing with the words from the song, about bridges and walls, and it was all she could think about on the drive home. Maybe she was building bridges now, instead of walls. When all of this… this… beautiful chaos started inside her, she put up her famous wall. Denial at first, nothing was wrong, no matter who asked. After a while she got used to all the longing and the aching. She learned how to catch a glance without anyone noticing. And she learned to control her urges and disguise her thoughts behind something else, most of the time she blamed whatever case she was working. The problem was Maura. Well, sort of. During the years she had learned to break down Jane's wall. And Jane found herself building a wall around her, only to find Maura on the inside of the wall.

"Why does Maura even bother?" she mumbled to herself.

She writhed in the seat and sighed. Her eyes looked up to the windows belonging to her apartment. It was dark, cold and didn't exactly give her a good feeling.

"Damnit" she whispered as her hands turned the key again and she drove off.

"Come on in."

She heard her voice before they even saw each other. The door was only halfway open, and Jane stood there with eyebrows raised as their eyes finally met.

"Did you know it was me?" she asked as she walked inside.

"Of course" Maura smiled and closed the door.

Everything was so obvious for her, and Jane felt rather stupid, but still she managed to continue.

"How?"

She stopped in the hallway and turned around.

"Jane…"

It was that voice again, that doyouevenhavetoask-voice. So soft and gentle.

"I know you. I know when a case touches you and triggers something in your heart. I know you're probably going to have nightmares tonight."

Jane shivered slightly at the word.

"Yeah, probably…"

Maura walked up to her and put a hand on her back.

"I know that I am the only one who gets to see this vulnerable side of you. And I know you would rather be vulnerable with me than go through the nightmares alone. Even though you will most likely never admit it, not even to me."

Jane made a sound that sounded something like a sigh and a laugh.

"Maura Isles, you know me too damn well."

They both laughed.

"Yes, I do."

[I, I keep on running, I'm building bridges that I know you never wanted]