This just popped into my head- it keeps happening. Just a silly one-shot.

" Ooh, this one looks promising Maura…number 4534… hold on…just scrolling down…uh, maybe not…a family history of dwarfism…oh for the love of god… like that's a great selling point…'hey, buy my sperm, it'll come up short'…jeez, why is this so damn hard?"

"Well it would be even harder to make a baby without it Jane! This is a huge decision we're making…but I admit, that does seem a little odd…our 'no' pile's getting bigger isn't it? How many more donors on the list, or have we exhausted all possibilities?"

"Two, and I'm exhausted just doing this…I tell ya, this whole experience has been…weird hasn't it? I feel like I've been wading through sperm all weekend and all we keep finding are duds. If the next two are no-no's that's it, I'm done- I'll fire up a test tube and do it myself. C'mon Maura, you can look at these these… I need a beer."

"Oh Jane, don't be so melodramatic, we'll find the right one, it's just going to take time- we have to get it right. Okay, next up we have…number 7293… let's see…5' 10"…blue eyes, blond hair…likes surfing, mountain climbing- well he sounds very outdoorsy doesn't he? Very…rugged! What do you think Jane, worth a look?"

"Well, I'm not sure about the blond and blue …I thought you wanted brown eyes, brown hair…more like me…I mean, you're having the baby, but the Rizzoli's are a classic Italiany family- we have very dominant genes you know."

"Oh, I know exactly how dominant Jane, and yes, I would love this child to look like you…so, on to the last one, and then we stop looking for a while Ok? - even I'm beginning to lose patience…hey, scoot over so you can see."

"Okay, what have we got Maur? Number 1123…hey, that's the number of our house- 1123! And yes, I do remember it's the Fibonacci sequence, before you say anything… you drilled it into me enough times!"

"Well it's interesting to me Jane! You know I love the Golden Ratio, numbers can be beautiful- it's why I wanted this house. Anyway, move on, what else does it say?"

"Okay, so Mr Fibonacci, is 6' 2", Mediterranean, brown eyes, yey! Olive complexion…ooh this is looking promising! Wow, high IQ!"

"Mmm...impressive so far I agree, what else, what else?!"

" Hobbies include baseball, motor sports…you know, if ever we break up I think I might go for this guy myself…sorry…but I think he might be the one Maur, what do you think?"

" Well, he seems too good to be true, but yes, I think you're right! Oh my god Jane…he might be our donor!

"So, we're doing this, right? If it all checks out…we're having a baby! A brown eyed, brown haired olive skinned 1123- loving genius! A baby Rizzoli- Isles!"

And so it was, after endless checks, and double - checks, and medical reviews and finding no history of dwarfism, Jane and Maura clicked on 'add to basket', clicked on 'checkout' and finally clicked on 'submit order.'

This was one shopping trip that Jane was happy to go on.

And somewhere in Boston- unbeknown to any of them- a blue-collar, Italian- American auto-mechanic named Giovanni 'Fibonacci' had spread a little lovin' all the way to Jane and Maura.

Things were lookin' hot.

Hope you liked it a little, reviews are welcome and appreciated a lot.