The L Word meets Body of Proof…Once I saw the episode with Bette ALMOST kissing the senator, I just couldn't resist. It was too easy! Sooo…this is a cross-over, and I really hope you enjoy it! Implied M/P friendship, and No Tina! There will however be some jealousy with Dr. Kate Murphy… Oh I love this already!

Disclaimer: Don't you think if I owned either one of these shows I would be sitting here writing a piece of petty fan fiction? Ok well I probably would, but that's beside the point! I don't own anything that has to do with either of these shows. (Except I follow Dana Delany and some of the other BOP cast on twitter…that doesn't count right?)

We begin from Dr. Megan Hunt's point of view…

Dr. Megan Hunt paid the barista and placed her card back in her wallet, and her wallet in her purse, quickly grabbing her drink carrier and bag of scones so she could leave the crowd of customers waiting to order their overpriced coffees. She twisted and turned, attempting to avoid a horrendous coffee collision with one of the other angry patrons who had yet to have their coffee. She finally made it out of the store with her coffees intact as well as her scones, but had her dignity a tad bruised when she could have sworn she felt somebody cop a feel.

She proceeded to her Prius that was parked only a few feet away, grateful she still had a few minutes left on the meter. "Thank you Peter for leaving me a quarter! I don't know HOW I would explain a parking ticket to the chief…although, I'm sure she could just charm the judge with her good looks." She thought allowed as she got into the car. She put on her seatbelt, put the keys into the ignition and quickly drove off to work.

Just as Megan pulled out of the space and onto the road, a tall, dark brunette ran out of the Starbucks, her dark curls bouncing on top her shoulders as she tried to catch Dr. Hunt, but it was too late. She could have sworn she had seen that woman somewhere before, and had to find her. Someway, somehow. She stood in the parking space for a minute, jotting down the license plate number and what she could make of the decal on the side of the car. Just as the brunette was able to write down the last letter, her cell phone rang, to which she answered: "Bette Porter"

Megan walked into office building, and barely managed to catch the elevator before it closed. "Nice stilettos" said Dr. Kate Murphy, admiring the violet heels the doctor had used as a wedge to open the elevator door. Dr. Megan Hunt stepped into the elevator, and smiled when she saw the familiar face of her boss.

"Venti Caramel Machiatto extra caramel add whipped cream" stated Megan as she motioned for her boss to grab her coffee cup from the drink carrier. "Just as you requested. Oh, and next time, how about sending Ethan for our coffee? This isn't the first time this week someone has tried to cop a feel and I can't figure out who the hell it is." Megan then began to calm herself, and placed the drink carrier in the bag with the scones and regained her composure, and her balance as she stood back up in the elevator.

"I will never know how you do that" said Dr. Murphy, watching Megan stand up gracefully after kneeling down for a few seconds to free her hands from the drink carrier. "What's that Dr. Murphy?" Megan asked, looking at her with a slightly crooked smile, as if she already knew what the other woman was asking. "The way you can kneel in such high heels, and still maintain enough balance to stand up without falling! You must do yoga or something similar. Do you?" Dr. Murphy cocked an eyebrow and waited for a response.

"Why yes I do Dr. Murphy" Megan stated as the elevator doors open. "I do yoga every morning before I come here and enjoy telling you about my misadventures in Starbucks. You should join me one morning." She left the elevator with a strut and a smile, taking a different direction than Dr. Murphy, who's jaw had dropped at the thought of watching her colleague bend and squat in certain, compromising positions. ..

She closed her mouth and made her way to her own office, but not before sending a quick text to Dr. Hunt that read: "Maybe I will, and soon"

The rest of Megan's day went rather smoothly, she had done an autopsy, ran a few tests, and messed with Curtis and Ethan's heads on their case while getting a favor out of them in the same regards. She left work calm as usual, nothing really on her mind with the exception of how Lacey was doing, and what they were going to do that weekend.

She got into her car and headed home, but while she was stopped at a red light, she turned to look at the driver in the left hand lane, and thought she was seeing De ja vu from a past life or something, because she could have sworn she had seen the driver somewhere before. Megan quickly turned her head when she noticed the driver noticing her, and just stared at the red light, hoping it would turn green.

(Bette's point of view)

That was her! She was just looking at Bette too! 'Oh that woman' Bette thought, wondering who the hell she was, and why did it give her such a feeling of De ja vu? As soon as the light turned green, the two women accelerated, and Bette let the other woman take the lead, so she could get behind her, and follow her.

After a while, she didn't think the other woman realized she was following her, until they were turning into a back alley, and the other woman made a sharp left turn and stopped the car. Bette cut off her car as she saw the woman getting out of her vehicle and coming towards hers. "What the hell is your problem?" Megan shouted, moving quickly toward Bette's car. "Why are you following me?" Her voice was harsh because she wanted answers, mainly so she could stop feeling such an odd sensation whenever she saw the woman. It wasn't until Megan was almost at Bette when she realized she HAD seen her somewhere before. She knew she couldn't forget a big pair of brown eyes like that.

'My she's quite a fiery redhead', Bette thought as Dr. Hunt approached her. 'I like her already'…the thought dissipated when she could almost see the angry smoke coming out of the other woman as she stomped towards her. She began to think quickly, "I'm sorry to have seemed creepy, but I just wanted to know who you were." She began. "I saw you this morning in Starbucks, and I know that I know you from someplace, but I can't put my finger on it." Dr. Hunt was now within earshot of Bette, and proceeded toward her with slight caution, trying to take in and figure out who this person was simultaneously.

"Well a name is good for starters", Dr. Hunt stated, holding out her hand for the other woman to shake. "I'm Dr. Megan Hunt. I work at the local coroner's office here in town." Bette took the other woman's hand in hers and shook, responding, "I'm Bette Porter. I'm a lawyer and I am actually not from around here. I'm from L.A. It's quite a pleasure to meet you…again…Dr. Hunt." The two women held each other's hand in their own grip for only a mere second after their handshake, and each smiled awkwardly, feeling as if they had known each other before, and quite intimately too, but at the same time, not.

"Dr. Hunt", Bette began, she felt the need to break the silence, and what better way to do that than ask a woman out on a date? "Yes, Bette?" was Megan's initial response. "Would you care to join me for dinner this evening? Say, around eight o'clock?" She smiled at the other woman, really wanting to get to know who this woman was to see if they HAD known each other before she went back to L.A. and, if she was lucky, she might even get laid.

"You mean, as in a date?" Dr. Hunt questioned, and Bette responded in a 'somewhat kind of' manner, and Megan accepted. "Alright, I will see you at eight. Where shall we meet?" Bette was kind of taken aback that Megan had accepted her offer, let alone wondering where to eat, but she thought of a wonderful little sushi bar she had tried on her last visit to Rhode Island, and suggested it.

"That sounds great! I love sushi!" began Dr. Hunt, "shall I meet you there, or would you like to pick me up?" Bette was at a loss for words for a brief moment, and stuttered when she was finally able to make a coherent statement. "I um…uh uh…" she smiled, suddenly using her fine-tuned wit, "well I would like to be at least a decent date and pick you up, but I need your address."

The two women smiled at each other and Megan quickly wrote down her address on the back of an envelope that Bette had handed her, and winked as she handed Bette the paper, stating before she left, "I'll see you at eight, Ms. Porter. I look forward to it."