Usual disclaimers – I don't own anything, stories, scripts, the show, the characters, the actors…

This idea came to me partially because my wife and I are wanton tattooed hussies and partially from a fanfic I read.

…for you I would tattoo me…

Bright. The harsh glare of the morning – or was it afternoon? – sun stung her eyes. Jane groaned as she realized her head was pounding and her mouth was dry. Hungover. What had happened last night and where was she?

She forced her eyes to open fully. OK. Maura's room. Maura's bed. And she was naked.

The pile of sheets and comforter next to her moaned loudly. "Maura?" Jane rasped. The ME's tousled head emerged from the bedding and squinted at the offending sunlight. "Need water," she muttered moving to sweep aside the sheets. Jane's eyes widened as it became very obvious that Maura was also sans clothing. "Oh!" Maura exclaimed and yanked the sheets back. "Where are my clothes?"

Jane peered over the side of the bed. "All over the floor," she remarked. She suddenly became conscious that her left triceps was throbbing and tight.

Maura fashioned a makeshift toga from one of the sheets and stomped off to the bathroom carefully avoiding stepping on of the clothes that lay strewn about.

At the exact same time Jane turned her arm to see what was causing the pain; a scream came from the bathroom. Maura stuck her head out around the bathroom door looking horrified, "Jane, I have a…"

"…tattoo?" Jane finished for her, "Yeah me too."

The previous day…

Friday evening and thank God the week was over. Jane logged out, grabbed her jacket and headed down to the morgue. Frost and Korsak had left for the Robber a few minutes earlier.

"Ready Maura?" Jane asked as she entered, "There's a beer with my name on it waiting at the bar."

Maura had showered and changed out of her scrubs and as usual looked stunning. Jane found herself staring appreciatively – something that had been happening with increasing regularity. If Maura noticed anything she kept it quiet. "Yes Jane, I'm ready," she replied.

The Robber was busy – as was the norm for a Friday night. Jane and Maura arrived and were hailed by Frost – he, Korsak and Frankie had managed to snag a booth. "I am so ready for this beer," Jane sighed as she and Maura sat down, "it's been a hell of a week." "Are you up for a friendly challenge big sis?" Frankie asked pointing to a console that was mounted at the end of the table up against the wall. "Depends on the challenge," Jane replied, "what is that thing?" "Oh Murray has these trivia games installed on a trial basis, you know to see how much money he can make before he commits." Korsak told her, "Frankie said that as long as he had Maura on his team, you'd lose for sure."

"Really Frankie? You have that little faith in my trivia knowledge?" Jane said, trying unsuccessfully to swat her little brother, "OK, I'm in, if only to kick your ass from here to Fenway."

Korsak immediately offered to be the adjudicator claiming he was "too old and too tired" to deal with a hangover. Maura and Frankie were on one team; Jane and Frost on the other.

"The rules are: for each question answered incorrectly the team will take one drink from their beverage of choice. At the end of each round, the losing team by points earned will down a shot." Korsak said. "Everyone clear on that?"

There was a chorus of yeahs and one yes from Maura.

"OK," Korsak said, "Let's get started. Maura and Frankie will go first."

OK, let me know if I should continue this one…all reviews welcome of course.