A/N: A one shot that came to me as the delierium from not enough sleep started to set in, with a little help from thegirlin404. I dedicate this to all those people who need a little pick me up.

Of Shoes and Shackles

Jane knocked softly on Maura's bedroom door before poking her head inside to see clothes flying backwards at an alarming rate from the walk-in wardrobe. It only took the detective a moment to deliberate whether it would be safe to step into the firing line; she moved around behind the woman tossing clothes haphazardly, "Maura?"

Maura stopped at the sound of her voice and turned to look at her best friend, "Oh hi Jane, I didn't hear you come in."

"I can see that." Jane said as she cast an amused look at the designer clothes all around, some having made it as far as the bed, others crumpled unceremoniously on the floor.

Maura picked up a glass of red wine that she had rested on one of the shelves and took a contemplative sip. "I have this gala I need to attend tonight. Come with me Jane?"

"Do I need to wear a dress?" she asked shooting a knowing look the way of the medical examiner.

"Well it is formal, so yes." Despite knowing Jane's response Maura couldn't help but proffer up her best puppy dog look in the hopes of taking advantage of the detective's weak spot.

"I'll have to take a rain check on that one Maur." Jane said ignoring the pouty lip and wide eyes staring back at her. An evening with a group of hoity toity well to do's was not on her fun list; in fact she was fairly certain it was on her never-ever-do-this-again-in-my-life-even-if-Maura-begs-with-puppy-dog-eyes list.

"Well you're no fun." She finished her glass of wine with surprising speed and realised that Jane was looking at her funny. "Oh, I really don't want to go to this gala Jane, but my presence is required. So I figured I could at least have a nice buzz happening first."

"Uh, Maura you are throwing clothes all over the place, I would say you are more than buzzed."

"I've got nothing to wear." She returned to the search, this time focusing on her heels; perhaps if she found the shoes she wanted an outfit would fall in to place.

Jane stood hands on hips trying to figure out exactly what was really bugging the medical examiner. Not even too much wine should be excuse for the crazed throwing of designer clothing. Not for the woman she couldn't help but adore. Her thoughts drifted back to hazel eyes that said so much without saying a word and she couldn't help but smile.

Jane's smile was erased when she was smacked in the gut by a black five inch heel. "Maura, if you're gonna insist on throwin' around your shoes I'm gonna have to arrest you for assault with a deadly weapon."

The honey blonde turned to look at her friend, a no-nonsense look on her face, "Really Jane? Don't be silly."

"You could put an eye out with those things Maur." She cracked a smile before ducking out of the way of the matching shoe.

"So, are you going to cuff me now officer?" Maura asked flirtatiously, pushing both her arms out in anticipation.

Jane raised an enquiring eyebrow at her friend; this was a side of Maura she hadn't thought she would see. She pulled her cuffs from her belt and snapped them on the waiting wrists. "For my own safety, yes."

Maura stepped forward, closing the distance between her and her stunning Italian friend. "Nobody cuffs me quite like you do Jane."

Jane's face remained impassive, while her gut did somersaults. She was fairly certain that Maura had less than chivalrous intentions, and she welcomed those intentions. "Uh huh." Oh way to be smooth Jane.

"The others were so rough, but not you." Her eyebrow twitched suggestively. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the fact she really didn't want to attend the gala and maybe, just maybe she was tired of the dancing around her attraction.

Jane's eyes roamed from honey blonde locks down perfect curves to bare feet and back to hazel eyes waiting expectantly. "It's not fair Maur; even in cuffs you look ready for a photo shoot." Her hands moved from the wrists of her friend to her hips and she pressed closer, erasing what little space was left between them. "It makes it very hard to resist you, Doctor Isles."

Maura pulled her cuffed hands up to Jane's face and cupped them around her cheeks. Then standing up on tippy toes she pressed her lips gently against the detective's. Pulling away she smiled coyly, "Then by all means, cuff me any time."

As she drew the doctor in for another more passionate kiss Jane made a mental note to create a new list; things that required she cuff the gorgeous medical examiner again and again.