So here we are, then, in Maura’s office, in the middle of a murder investigation. Jane gives exactly zero f*cks about the guy she’s meeting, and Maura wants Jane to help her strip.
Maura: Because you can’t go like that. We’ll trade clothes.
We’ll trade clothes. I don’t even.
Jane’s like, “Are you crazy?” And Maura’s basically like, “Shut up and take my clothes off. It’s for a good cause. Also, I want to make sure you smell like me and only me while you’re out on this … interview.”
I imagine taking the dress off Maura was far more enjoyable for Jane than putting that pink monstrosity on. Worth it, though. Next up: shoes. Jane’s like, “HELL TO THE NO,” when Maura slips out of her heels. They’re too small, Jane points out.
Listen up, guys. This is true love. TRUE LOVE. Because Maura grabs a scalpel and cuts right into them shoes. Maura Isles. Maura Isles takes a scalpel to her shoes so that Jane can wear them comfortably.
How Maura loves Jane, let me count the ways:
- She loves her to the cost of $500 artwork – created by Jane’s mother
- She loves her purely, through the torture of awful dates (for the sake of Angela’s car)
- She loves her freely, through the offerings of food and shelter for Jane’s entire family – mothers and felons alike
- She loves her with the breath, smiles, tears of all her life – as she cuts holes in her super duper fancy shoes
- And if God choose, she shall but love her better when she’s naked. Later. In her bed.
How do you straight after that? You don’t. You can’t.
Maura: Ugh. You look sexy.
Jane: You look … like you’re wearing my clothes.
Way to get in Jane’s pants, Maura. Also. Can I say that Maura needs to be in Jane’s clothes all the time? Because wow.