A/N: English is not my native language, my apologies.

Disclamer: I do not own these characters.

Gun range

Her left hand tightened on the grip. The muscles in her right arm twitched in anticipation of the recoil.

Bracing, breathing, firing, adjusting her position and firing again.

Round fifteen resounded in her ears, she released the empty magazine and reloaded, smooth like a well-tuned machine. Adjusting her stands just a little and a new round hit the target. The paper was long shredded.

She fired almost on autopilot. It made her stop thinking. Cleared her head.
That was the idea anyway.

She missed the bullseye, only by a fraction, enough to get her to stop. She released her breath and lowered her Glock.

Something was of, she couldn't t put her finger on it. She couldn't see it. See couldn't figure out what was going on in her body.

She wasn't sick, not even tired. They had only had one case this week and a pretty straightforward one. A robbery gone wrong. Granted she did hate the never-ending paperwork, but that wasn't it. She was going over all the facts again in her head, for what seemed like the hundred time.

She didn't have any nightmares, good 8 hours of solid sleep last night and the night before.

And still something was of. She was in a terrible mood. Snapping at her brother and Korsak for no reason. Nervous, fidgeting and above all very very frustrated with anything and everything!

So here she was at 11 pm on a Thursday night , after hitting the bag at the gym didn't fix her.

Pure concentration might be the key to figuring this out.

Sighing, she lifted her gun back up, lined up and fired again, and again clearing out the magazine.

She stared at what was left of her target as she pushed the button to collect it.

The familiar sound of heels clicking on the concrete floor behind her.

"Jane?" A small worried whisper.

She didn't answer.

"Jane are you ok? What are you doing here? Its 11pm! What happened? You didn't answer my messages! Have you been having nightmares again?" the beautiful doctor was rambling now.

"I'm ok Maura.". She sighed, collected her stuff and turned around.

" I'm frustrated that's all, and I don't know why! And No I haven't had nightmares, I slept well and I even ate green things today."

" Cale your mother told me, I'm very proud" a visually releaved Maura pitched in.

"of course mom would tell you" she barked back. Making a mental note to talk to her mom about that.

Obviously not in the slightest bit intimidated by her snapping. Maura asked calmly: "Is it the paperwork?"

"No". she answered honestly.

Hazel eyes were quietly studying her now, trying to read her body.

They locked eyes, Maura's beautiful hazel gaze always calmed her down.

A knowing smirk crossed the doctors lips "Come home with me, we can have a late snack and watch part of a game you taped on my DVR. Or we could talk about your particular frustration."

The anger was gone, she already regretted snapping at her best friend. She smiled but then whined:

"No talking pleeeeeeeaaaaasssssseeeee" .

Maura had seen this frustration in Jane before, granted it had been a while. But at least the doctor knew exactly what the problem was. Only now how to tell her super smart detective, the very one she was hopelessly in love with.
That her frustration was just a lack of …

sexual release.