"Jane, you need some Carbohydrates and a glass of water wouldn't hurt either." Maura instructed through her cell phone.

"I'm way ahead of you." Jane replied as she stirred the pasta sauce on her stove top.

"Well, I have hard-core knitting in the morning so I'll let you go. Remember, lots of Carbs!" the phone clicked, signaling the doctor had hung up.

Hard core knitting? Who does that? Jane thought. Oh that's right. Maura does.

She shook her head and sat down on her couch. "Shoot! I forgot a fork! Ugh, now I have to get up…again."

She stood up and trudged into the kitchen. Just as she reached for her silverware drawer her doorbell rang.

Damnit. So much for dinner. "Who is it?" she asked as she put the fork in her bowl and licked a drop of red sauce off of her hand.

"It's Frost."

Why is HE here? It's like, eight o'clock. "Coming!" she shouted as she slid to the door. "Hey Frost, what's up?"

"Can we talk?" he asked, leaning against the door frame.

"Jesus Frost did you run here?" she asked as she sat her bowl down on the hutch.

"Yeah actually I did. Can't afford cab fare." He laughed.

She rolled her eyes. "You live upstairs!" she laughed.

"I never said I was in shape!"

"Would you get in here?"

"Thank you." He ran to her couch and collapsed.

She grabbed her bowl of spaghetti and sat down next to him. "What's up?"

He looked over at her; his face was hard to read in the dimmed lights of her living room. Suddenly feeling the seriousness of his gaze, she set down her bowl again.

"What is it Frost?"

Before she could react, he leaned over and captured her lips. His hands slid up her body, one resting on her hip, the other caressing her cheek. He pulled her closer to him as he deepened the kiss. Without thinking she slid her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. Quickly realizing what was occurring she pushed him away.

"What was that?" she asked breathlessly.

"I should go. I'll see you tomorrow." With that he stood up and hastily left her apartment.

"What the hell?"

Jane flew up out of her chair, ripping herself from sleep! She anxiously looked at her watch. Eleven thirty. What was THAT!? She asked herself. She looked over at the coffee table. No spaghetti. Oh my God. What just happened? Her adrenaline was pumping ferociously! She flew to the floor and began doing as many pushups as her body would let her. She stopped counting after fifty seven. Oh my God! She rolled over on her back and laid there. I've got to call Maura.

That same evening around eleven o'clock.

"Night Frost."

"Night Korsack."

Detective Barry Frost sat down on his couch and turned on the TV. What a day! He thought to himself as he reached for the beer sitting on his end table. What a crazy day. The events of that day kept running through his already exhausted mind. The collapse, him Tommy, and TJ all trapped beneath the rubble. His brave confession to Tommy about Jane. Stop it Barry. Just stop it. He took a sip of his beer and watched as Barry Manilow sang "Mandy." Why am I watching this?

He shut the TV off and sat there in the dark. No matter what he did all he could think of was Jane. Jane. I should call her. Wait, why would I call her? He grabbed his phone from his sweat pocket and dialed her number, his thumb circling the send button. We're friends. I'll just call to talk to her. That's ok right? He pushed send and waited.

About 5 minutes later

"Wait wait wait! You had a dream about…Detective Frost?" Maura practically screamed into the phone.

Jane put a finger in her ear and moved the phone away from her ear. "Yes Maura I did."

"Oh my God! That's…that's fantastic!" she said.

Jane ran her hands through her hair. "No Maura! No it is not!"

"It's just so…deliciously not you!" The ME crooned.

"Why did I call you again?" Jane asked sarcastically.

"I'm assuming that was sarcasm. So what are you going to do?"

"You know what Maura? I don't know." Jane pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Well he has a fantastic shoulder to hip ratio and long, beautiful metacarpals. You know what that means?"

Jane cringed. "Why? Why is it always breeding with you?"

The ME just laughed.

"You now what? Stop it, just stop it."

A quiet buzz indicated she had another incoming call.

"Hang on a sec Maur, I've got another call."

"Oh! Who is it?" she asked.

Jane read the caller ID. Frost. Shit!

"It's Frost. I better take this."

"Oh! Ok!"

"I'll call you later."

"You better. I want a full report!"

Jane rolled her eyes. "Yeah ok. I have to go!"

"Ok ok go! Oh and Jane one more thing!"

Jane threw her head back. "What?"

"Metacarpals!" the other end clicked, signaling the end of the call.

Jesus, I really don't think I should- She hit the answer button. Well alright then.

"Rizzoli." She said calmly.

"Hey Jane. It's Frost."

Calm yourself. "What's up?"

"Nothing really. I can't sleep."

She laughed inwardly. "Me neither."

There was a long pause.

"Frost?" she asked. "You still there?"

"Yeah, I'm still here." She could hear how tired he was.

"How's your arm?" she asked quietly.

"It's fine. Hurts a little but that's about it."

"That's good I guess." She stated plainly.

"Yeah. It is."

There was another long pause.

"Jane?" he asked.

"Yeah Frost?"

"I haven't had any dinner yet and I'm starving. Want to come over? I can make one-handed peanut butter and fluff sandwiches."

Jane looked over at the clock on her wall. "It's almost midnight Frost."

"I know. We both have tomorrow off. Think of it as a midnight snack."

She had to laugh at that. "You're crazy."

He laughed. "So when will you be here?"

She shook her head. "Give me five minutes."

She stood, grabbed her sweatshirt and patted Jo Friday on the head, checked her pocket for her phone and then left her apartment. It took her five minutes to ride the elevator up to the 16th floor. When the doors opened, she took a left down the hall and walked until she found 5C. She knocked quietly. Why am I doing this? Why is this happening? And more importantly…why am I here? She waited a moment. Maybe he fell asleep-Maybe I should just go home. She turned her back on the door and slowly made her way toward the elevator.

"Jane?" she stopped when she heard his voice.

She turned slowly. "I thought you fell asleep." She smiled.

"Nah it just takes longer to get up from the couch." He wiggled his arm, still stuck in its cast.

"Oh, right." She sighed.

"Do you want to come in or do you want to eat in the hallway?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Well, I do like the hallway-"

"Get in here." He laughed.

She followed him into the apartment. Wow, nice place. As she entered the large living room she noticed a couch sitting in front of a massive TV. Jesus! That's ridiculous! She looked to her left and saw a small bathroom, adjacent to, what she assumed was the kitchen. Well, it's official, I feel inferior.

She entered the room to the left and stood in the doorway. Oops. Jane stood in the middle of Frost's bedroom. His clothes were thrown all over the bed, which wasn't made. Looks like my room. She ran her hand over the bed spread as she made her way over to his dresser. She noticed several photos scattered across the top. Some were of him, some of his mother. There was one man in a photo to the very left that she didn't recognize. Father maybe? As she reached for the photo, she noticed a journal nestled behind the photo. She moved the frame and picked up the leather bound book, stuck inside it was a small photo. Put it down Rizzoli. Put it down and walk away. She pulled the leather strap out of the small latch. What are you doing?! PUT IT DOWN! She opened to the page with the photo. Oh my God.