It'd be predictable – but also one hundred percent truthful, to say Olivia Benson wasn't having the best goddamn day, okay?

Left alone to "explore" - or whatever it was her lovely travel mate had said - in a strange city where her New York accent either intimidated or invited distaste in equal turns, all she really wanted was a cup of coffee. Or seven.

She'd finally found this place called "Boston Joe" on her iPhone map, and was speed-walking down the correct street like a woman on a mission. When she arrived at the glass door however and moved to pull it open while still half-glancing at her phone, she was nearly swung off her feet as a distracted, aggressive individual wrenched the handle right out of her hands, all but slamming her in the face.

"Son of a bitch!" she exclaimed, dodging just in time and following the culprit inside – admittedly with the sole goal of rounding on her –

"Could you watch where you're going maybe, asshole?" She shouted after the mess of curly hair headed towards the barista bar. The woman in question turned, whipping around to stare at her as if she couldn't actually believe she was being spoken to (but give her a break, it was morning!)

"Really?" Jane Rizzoli threw down her patented stare of disbelief at the slightly shorter, golden-brown haired woman. Then she sighed, and threw her hands up slightly as if accepting her own defeat before walking to meet Olivia in the middle of the coffee shop.

"Look, sorry. But I'm kind of in a hurry here, and you should really watch where you're going with that phone of yours. Try not to make it so obvious you're a goddamn tourist, alright? I didn't mean to hit you," here she chuckled humourlessly, "but I'm sure other Boston-bred jerks like me would if they saw your cute little phone map and heard your Yankee attitude!"

"Oh. Okay, look – I'm sorry ma'am, but if that's how you're going to be I'm just going to walk around you and get my cup of "joe" before either of us explodes. It's only my second day in this god-forsaken city and I do NOT have any energy left to try and be the civilized one anymore. Christ!"

She moved to walk around Jane but the woman lightly caught her on the shoulder to push her back, shaking her head condescendingly as if to say "yea right, lady."

Olivia shoved right back, harder though, and with a scowl on her face and fire in her eyes that prompted Jane to half reel her hand back to sock her one. But within a split second she caught her flying fist in her own free hand at the same time that Olivia pulled back and put one hand up in the air as if to say "woah woah, hold it!"

And both woman quickly used their dominant hand to brush back the bottom part of their winter coats.

"Homicide," Jane said with authority, at the same time Olivia, outraged, uttered right over her.

"I'm a cop!"

"So I probably shouldn't kill you. Wouldn't want to have to arrest myself."

"I just have no idea where the hell I'm going and all I wanted was some damn coffee!"

Both had spoken over each other and had no clue what the other was saying – any onlooker would have just heard a jumble of sarcastic and defensive words. Immediately after their running mouths closed, they both froze and looked down at the golden badge on the other's waist.

Olivia was the first to react, chuckling slightly before covering her mouth with her hands, dropping her coat back to cover her uh…'bling'.

Jane scoffed, feigning being above the humor of the situation. But when she turned and saw the cute young barista staring at them with wide eyes, her hand on the nearest phone as if she was about to call the police herself she broke, snorting.

"Let me buy you a cup of coffee, detective." They said at the same time.

"Uh."

"How about we buy our own coffee, since that was creepy," Jane stated, smirking. They both walked up to the counter and did just that. Thankfully, both their orders weren't the same, but they did both order two coffees, one fairly normal for themselves, and the other some variety of decaf or low fat, frilly frapp.

"I feel like since we both nearly killed each other, and risked having to arrest ourselves we should be a little kinder to each other from now on, huh. Besides…I have no idea where I'm going, and you're like a built-in map," Olivia smiled kindly, with humour lacing her voice still, "are you headed out?"

"Yea," Jane nodded toward the door and they both went that way, a lot of drink shuffling happening before they managed to pry it open.

"Before you go wherever you Boston cops go, could you uh…point me in the direction of like…the shops?"

They stood on the sidewalk in front of the coffee shop with Jane looking at Olivia with the kind of stare that said 'you're going to need to speak better English or something'.

"This whole city is shops around these parts."

"Okay," Olivia tried again, jostling her own, black coffee before she remembered she couldn't reach up to brush her short hair back having no free hands, "this is awkward. But say…if you were rich…"

Jane grinned widely, "looks like we both have more in common than I thought. Meeting someone in fancy town?"

"Yep," Olivia laughed.

"Me too!" Jane exclaimed with sarcastic excitement, "I hope you weren't stupid enough to bring a car into Boston."

Olivia gave her a look like, "please."

And Jane nodded, smiling wider, "awesome! We'll take mine. I know exactly where to go. To get the stranger-danger out of the way – I won't bite… if you promise you won't!" She actually winked at the woman – and she felt safe doing so because damn, this chick looked butcher than she was and therefore probably wouldn't be offended by the joke.

Well maybe she was (butchier that is).

(Almost).

Either way, as they walked briskly towards the cop car on the side of the street with similar swagger, a sissy drink in their right hands and real coffee in their left, Jane decided that this was going to be a fun day.

Wait 'til Maura sees what she picked up off the street!