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Maura lay in bed, staring up at her ceiling. She turned to look at the clock; 2:19am stared back at her in bright blue letters. She swept her left hand over an empty left side of the bed and cold sheets sent shivers down her spine. Things weren't supposed to turn out this way. She sighed heavily. She lifted her phone and pushed on the home button. A picture of her and Jane hugging with huge smiles lighting up their faces looked back at her. No new messages of any kind.

How had it come to this?

She turned over in bed and faced the spot where Jane usually lay next to her. Even though her absence was evident, she could still feel her there with her and it made her heart ache. She could think back to all the times when Jane had spent the night in that very spot; the days when they would unknowingly wake up tangled up in one another. Would Jane ever occupy that space again? She closed her eyes and visualized the photo as her screensaver on her phone again. Would Jane ever want to be that close to her again?

Across town, unbeknownst to Maura, Jane lay in bed with a similar predicament. The events of that night replayed over and over in her head and she thought about what she could've done to make the outcome different. She turned to the right side of her bed and felt a pang in her heart to see the space empty. Maura wasn't there. Maura would probably never be there again. Tears filled her eyes as she thought about the repercussions of the night's events.

She didn't know how long she had laid there in bed, with tears streaming down her cheeks before she heard a knock at her door. She looked over at the alarm clock on her nightstand: 3:26. Who could possibly be knocking on her door at this hour? If it had been for work, a call from dispatch would've come through announcing the location of the murder scene. She knew, in her gut, who the person at her door was. There was no other reason for anyone else to be knocking on her door at that hour. She made a quick stop at her bathroom mirror to make sure she looked like she hadn't just cried her eyes out. There was a second knock at the door. Closing her eyes and exhaling deeply, she slowly made her way to the door and pulled it open.

Jane's heart broke at the scene before her. A disheveled looking Maura looked back at her. Tears fell from her eyes and it was evident that she'd been crying for quite some time. Her shoulders shook as she tried to control her breathing to no avail. "Jj-ane?" She whimpered. She stood there then, not knowing what to do. Was it ok to come in? Was Jane just going to let her stand there?

"Maura—" Jane cried as she pulled the woman inside the apartment. She led the broken woman to the sofa and both sat down, with Maura trying still to compose herself.

"Maura, what are you doing here?" Jane asked, pain in her voice.

"I couldn't sleep. I had to see you," Maura replied, a little more composed.

"At 3:30 in the morning?" Jane asked.

"I didn't really pay attention to the time Jane. I'm sorry. This is clearly a mistake. I should not have come." Maura rose from the seat and began to step towards the door. A hand reached out and grabbed her arm.

"No Maura, I'm sorry. Wait… don't go. That's not what I meant."

"It doesn't sound like you meant anything else."

"It's just… I'm not thinking clearly, ok? I couldn't sleep either. Please come back, sit down. We need to talk, don't you think?"

Maura hesitated a moment before returning to her seat. "Yes, I think we do need to talk. What happened… it was…"

"A mistake."

Maura's head shot up and she looked into Jane's eyes. "A mistake?"

"It was a mistake, Maur. I'm sorry it happened. I'm sorry for what it's done." Jane stated, searching Maura's eyes for some kind of agreement.

"I'm sorry for what it's done Jane." Tears began falling from Maura's eyes once again. "I don't think that what happened between us was a mistake and I make no apologies for it. It is quite clear though, that to you, it was just that, a mistake."

"We were having a good time, we were drunk. The wine was flowing, the music was going and I got caught up in the moment."

"I wasn't drunk, Jane… and if you're honest with yourself, neither were you. What happened between us, that kiss, those kisses, you wanted them as much as I did. When are you going to stop lying to yourself and see what's right in front of you?! You could've stopped me. If this isn't what you wanted, you SHOULD'VE stopped me. I gave you every opportunity to do so. But no. Not only did you allow me to kiss you, you asked to be kissed again!"

The cool night air blew on Jane's face as she swayed to the music around her. Maura occupied the seat next to her as usual, enjoying the music as well. She suddenly felt Maura's voice close to her as it whispered in her ear: "Would it be alright of me if I told you that you look incredibly sexy tonight?"

Jane smiled. "I think you just did."

Maura's voice dropped an octave. "What if I told you that I really wanted to kiss you right now?"

Jane closed her eyes for only a moment. "I would say 'ok'."

Maura turned their bodies so that they were facing one another. She slowly, deliberately brought her lips to Jane and gave her a soft, chaste kiss on the lips. She opened her eyes to see Jane staring back at her. "We can do that again," stated Jane, while she looked down at Maura's lips.

And this time it was she who began the kiss. Maura felt like she was in heaven… like every wish she'd ever had had just come true. She felt Jane's tongue seek entrance into her mouth and she let her in. Tongues battled for dominance softly, until the kiss came to an end.

"Could I have stopped you?" Jane asked.

Maura looked as if she had been slapped. Anger and hurt coursed through her veins. "We've been friends for years Jane; do you really think so little of me?" Maura rose to her feet. "I'm sorry. This, my coming here and thinking we could fix this, was a mistake. I'm sorry for having bothered you. If you'll excuse me." She walked towards the door, opened it and left without a second glance, leaving a flabbergasted Jane in her wake.

Couldn't sleep and this idea just came to me. Wondering whether to leave it as a one shot or expand a little.