Jane and Maura probably looked completely ridiculous to anyone who might be passing behind them on the street, or even looking out their apartment windows, but pressed up against the corner of a solid brick wall, all but on top of each-other and listening attentively to the goings-on around the bend, you could say that they weren't paying the outside world much attention.

Because what it FELT like they were seeing and hearing, was a science experiment gone wrong. Or if Jane had her way, it was aliens. She felt violated, somehow. But Maura was fascinated.

"Jane, do you see her shoes? - they're fabulous! And I'm almost certain I have that exact blouse in - "

"Maura," the detective hissed, "Shhh! They're coming closer! Do ya hear me going on about," here Jane comically heightened her voice, "oooh, Maur, those shiny boots really got my heart a-flutter! And look," a flat deadpan, as she suddenly changed her tune and gave her girlfriend a look, "they're just like mine."

"Well, that's because you and this other…woman, don't have much happening in the fashion department. It's striking, really."

"Ha ha. Ouch. Now can we keep listening?"

And listen they did. In fact, one might say they even tried pressing their ears against the building to catch the echo.

"Liv…." The tall blonde woman heaved a visible sigh, "if you can't agree upon where we'll be dining we can just go back to the hotel."

The slightly gruffer, but intensely gorgeous shorter woman shook her head, and her mop of hair tossed slightly to the side, "Alex. As long as we don't go somewhere where I need to get all dolled up, I'll be fine. WE will be fine…but you know I didn't pack -

"Real clothes?" The blonde supplied with an almost indulgent smirk, causing the darker woman to lightly punch her shoulder and reply, only half joking

"Ouch."

Jane and Maura startled when they saw the long shadows of the women getting nearer to their hiding place, and shared a raised-eyebrow look at the eerily familiar conversation before taking a few paces back, hiding themselves in a surprisingly clean alleyway. Like a couple of fools, Maura would later begrudge.

"They're like, the opposite of body-snatchers. They're mind snatchers. Oh my god, this is so freaky." Jane groaned, but even so Maura could tell she was trying to strangle a laugh in the back of her throat. She hastened to correct, "I really don't think they have our minds, Jane. But I'm undoubtedly sure there's an unsettling amount of similarities between - "

"Okay fine! We'll go to that Le Blow-Fuck, whatever, restaurant you saw down the road from the hotel. But Alex, please, you aren't buying me a new dress."

"Whatever you say, Detective," Was the coolly amused reply.

Jane and Maura whipped back toward each other, wide-eyed.

"Aliens." Jane affirmed.

"Aliens?" Maura repeated, weakly. But then Jane almost swore she saw the normally poised woman nod, before her face regained a semblance of composure, and - "Let's ask them to dinner."

Jane could only blink, "riiight, I'm sure that'll go so well. Hey, we're the creepy shadow-lurkers. Are you our doubles from another universe? Lets grab a steak."

But nonetheless, she followed Maura out onto the sidewalk.

This, she thought, shaking her head and for some reason fingering the badge on her hip, was going to be interesting.