By the tenth day Maura had surrendered. It might have been the uniform that caused her self-control to crumble. But the detective was the reason for her stupid smile and uncontrolled outbursts of groaning while home alone.

Random, short, and not connected to any of my previous stories. This is just some of the things that I write, most of them out of the blue. No beta.

For every line on Maura's face, Jane can tell a story. Every scar on her body has been soothed by Jane. There's not an inch of Maura that Jane doesn't know. And it kills her that Maura some days can't feel what it's like to know someone so deeply. One-shot song fic. Inspired by Temple Scene - Holding Back The Tide

Inspired by the song "Somehow" by Evan & Jaron (can find it on yt). I don't want to give away too much, so no summary for this one. And no beta either.

Birthday party, late night, no memory. Jane and Maura wake up after a drunken night and can't remember a thing. Luckily the video camera can explain a few things. Two-shot.