A/N : This is something that came over me and I just had to post it. In fact this is the reason my work and other stories have been pushed to the back burner. I worked backwards on this and as it is I have through the first week completed. I'll be posting two days as a time with updates coming evey day – two days at the most just to keep us in the Olympic spirit . I hope you all enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing it. As always comments and constructive criticism is LOVE!

Maura has the better couch. And better food in her refrigerator. Plus Maura had the full premium cable package and much much more space on her DVR. That was key really. That was the reason they had been camped at Maura's house for nearly a week during the Olympics.

She couldn't remember an exact conversation that led to what had become their routine of Jane recording every single Olympic airing she could find and then coming together to speed through and see what the they stumbled across that interested them. It was a highly inaccurate process but one that so far had suited them. It had also become an interesting study in what appealed to each.

Jane of course has a penchant for anything with a ball. Her favorites seeming to be football of course (even if she did insist over and over again on using the solely American term for the sport), women's basketball (although even Maura had to admit that it wasn't quite fair the way the US women were dominating), and finally and somewhat surprisingly, water polo. Maura was only semi interested in what was taking place. When she was invested she could appreciate the skill and distinct muscle development required for each event. Although she found she did have a slight distaste for the more violent sports such as Judo and Boxing. They both enjoyed swimming and gymnastics and agreed that Ryan Seacrest has no business playing MC at the Olympic games. As Jane so eloquently put it, "Who gave this knucklehead a mic? If I were an Olympic athlete and had trained my but off for years to show my athleticism and skill and then this tool comes at me with a mic? Uh uh. Nope. He's about as butch as my aunt Teresa. In fact I think my aunt Teresa could take him. Besides he's just annoying."

No, there had been no set discussion or plan of their week thus far. Really it had all started when Maura had declined her invitation to The Dirty Robber on

Friday

"Wait what? You're not coming? But we always hit the Robber on Friday. What you have a hot date you're not telling me about? " Jane smiled at her friend but it didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Yes actually." Maura was collecting her things and moving towards the door of her office.

Jane was taken back but tried to cover. "oh, well ok. Sorry I-"

Maura rolled her eyes at her friend and smirked. "With my tortoise and my DVR Jane. The opening ceremonies of the Olympics are tonight." Checking her watch with a flick of her hair, Maura looked back up at her friend. "Actually they've already started. It's supposed to be a brilliant piece of art actually. They chose film director Danny Boyle to direct, which I am excited to say should provide a uniquely cinematographic feel to the live event. You're welcome to join me if you like."

"Yeah ok." Jane opened the door for her friend and followed her out flicking off the lights. Maura paused and Jane practically ran into her back.

"Really? I wouldn't think you would be interested." Maura looked over her shoulder at Jane with a raised eyebrow.

"What? I like sports. And don't give me that look. I know there is no one actually playing tonight, but it could be cool. I've always loved the Olympics. Besides, you said it's gonna be like a movie."

"Well ok then." Maura smiled brightly and resumed walking out of the lab. "We can stop and get some takeout and wine."

"OK. I'll follow you. And look, I will you give you full rights to yammer on about art and performance and suck all fun out of this as long as you don't correct me or give me a lecture on every country I mispronounce or make fun of because I've never heard of them and they have funny names and so they can't actually exist."

"Deal. And I do not yammer Jane."

"Oh of course not. What could I have possibly have been thinking?" Jane's low laugh could be heard as the women left the lab.

The night had been pleasant. The women settled in and enjoyed a light banter throughout the duration of the four hour broadcast. Of course Jane had made sarcastic remarks during most of it, but Maura had found most of them funny. And of course she had mispronounced and made fun of more than a dozen small African and Middle Eastern countries, but the doctor had managed to let them slide for the most part remembering her earlier promise not to yammer. During a commercial break, Maura had gotten up to frshen their drinks and upon her return noticed that Jane had begun setting recordings for the blocks marked 2012 Olympics. She hadn't thought much of it at the time, just smiling to herself, glad that Jane felt comfortable enough in her home to do as she pleased. When the broadcast had ended, Maura was waiting for the channel to switch over seeing as how Jane had the remote. When nothing happened she looked to her left and saw Jane, remote still in hand, head resting against the back of the couch, fast asleep.

Maura smiled at the brunette, sharp features peaceful as she slept. She cleaned up and turned out most of the lights before she approached the sleeping woman again. Taking one last second to appreciate her friend Maura bent and tucked a strand of dark curls behind Jane's ear, letting her thumb trail her cheek as she did so. "Jane? Jane sweetie, let's get you to bed."

Jane let out a low moan in her sleep and unconsciously nuzzled her head further into Maura's hand. "No. 5 more minutes. Here. Please."

Another smile and Maura extricated her hand from under the dark unruley locks, as well as the remote from Jane's loose grip. She turned off the rest of the lights save for the hall restroom and with a look over her shoulder she whispered "Night Jane."

Saturday

Silence. It was an odd development and Maura wondered to herself how long her living room had been as such. She was curious and mildly…worried.

Maura had been working in her study for the better part of an hour, and before that in the kitchen, and before that in her bedroom. It had not been silent at all during the last 3 hours. So the present silence now was disconcerting.

That morning Maura had woken at her usual early time. She carried on with her morning routine then did some stretching in her room before she headed to the kitchen to start coffee. She had dawdled hoping not to wake Jane on her couch, but when she exited her room Jane was nowhere to be seen. The blanket she had put over her last night was folded on the couch with a note on top.

"Maura, I just went home to get Jo and get cleaned up. How do you feel about a run? 8am? Text me and I'll be back then. Jane"

Maura smiled to herself and then checked the clock. She grabbed her phone giving Jane an affirmative text then rushed to change her clothes. Where was that new green sports bra? She occupied her mind with thoughts of what to wear and gave no thought as to why she cared about her appearance when running with her best friend or why her heart had dropped when she thought she had left her this morning.

So far their day had consisted of an hours run, a light breakfast, quick showers (well Jane's was quick. Maura was certain the brunette hadn't even brushed her hair when she changed into another pair of work out clothes to lounge for the day). There was a slight whine when Maura emerged from getting ready for her day and declined Jane's invitation to join her on the couch at noon on a Saturday.

"Jane, I am all for staying in if you really must watch every minute of Olympic sport but if I am going to spend an afternoon at home there really are things I should attend to. I really have let things get into disarray." Maura looked around furrowing her brow.

Jane followed her gaze around the room and tried very hard not to laugh out loud. "Oh yes. Now I can see it. I should leave you to it."

"I know! I have to organize months of back journals. Oh my gosh my closets! I haven't even had a chance to put away my spring clothes yet and we're just a month or so from fall! I have to dust the kitchen shelves and purge any expired – Wait. Are you mocking me Jane?"

"Just a little." Jane gave Maura a dimple engaging grin and Maura couldn't help the smile

"Ok well, promise that you'll take a break at some point and come catch some of this with me."

"Promise." Maura watched as Jane pulled Jo on her lap and turned back towards the screen.

"Looks like it's just you and me Jo. We're going to have to be patriotic enough for the whole household. U-S-A!"

Smiling as Jane took the dogs paws and thrust them above her head in a victory chant, Maura shook her head and started to walk towards the bedroom, Jane's voice trailing behind her.

"U-S-A. U-S – Hey! Maura, can we paint an American flag on Bass' shell?"

"No!" Maura closed the door on her but not before she heard muttered, "Stalin!"

Three hours of cheers, groans, hollers and curse words ringing through her house. Even Jo had gotten spooked and come to join her in the study about an hour ago. If Maura was honest with herself she found it sort of endearing. She even found herself wondering if this is what it was like to be in a real relationship? Of course not with Jane, but something…comparable. She would live her life and they would live theirs but they would always come together in the end. Always be aware of the other's presence. She had shaken that thought off almost as soon as it had formed.

Maura stood and switched off the lights in her study waiting for Jo to trail behind to shut the door. Seeing Jane on the couch with the Olympics paused on the television and her laptop open, Maura assumed Jane had taken a break from screaming at the television and do some of the work she had brought with her that morning. She decided to make them a snack before their dinner reservations later that evening.

"Maura, for my birthday will you get me a shotgun?"

Maura stopped as she was about to enter the kitchen and then walked back out looking at Jane. "Um." She shook her head trying to make sense of the request. "No, I will not. Are you going to take up hunting?"

"No." And apparently that was all the explanation Maura was going to get.

"What about a really cool air pistol? Or the air rifle I guess, but the pistol looks like it could be a lot of fun."

"NO, Jane! And I think we have distinctly different views on what qualifies as fun."

Jane finally looked up from her computer towards Maura. "Did you know shooting was an Olympic event?"

Maura opened her mouth to speak and then closed it. "No, actually I didn't. I knew that archery was an Olympic event. And I knew there was a n international shooting competition but…" Her expression dropped into a worried expression.

"Oh my God. Dr. Maura Isles doesn't know something? Alert the press! I don't know if I can trust your opinion on anything anymore, Dr."

"Ha. Ha. I never pretended to know everything Jane." At the incredulous look her friend was giving her Maura amended her statement. "well I didn't mean to. And I certainly never said I know everything."

"Mmmmhmmm. Well come here and do some research with me. I saw some clips on the main station and I became hooked. I had to find out more. It's like, I cannot stop watching." Jane pulled her laptop up and let Maura settle in flush with her side as they shared the small screen. Trying not to be distracted by the doctor's perfume and close proximity Jane cleared her throat.

"Look, see? There are all of these different events….and cool guns! There's a US woman who is actually favorited to win the skeet shooting event tomorrow. And she's 31. Oh! Awesome shot. I think if I started training now – "

"No Jane." The blonde next to her looked up for the first time since she started playing the videos.

"You don't even know what I was going to say!"

Maura squinted her eyes at Jane who had nothing but innocence written across her face. "Ok. You're right. I made an assumption and that wasn't fair. Please continue."

"Thank you." Jan replied indignantly. "What I was going to say is do you think that If I started training now…that I…could possibly…competeintheOlympics."

"No."

""Why not? I'm not totally delusional here Maur. I know I will never be a gymnast but come on! It's not like I haven't been shooting for, oh I don't know, like my whole life. I could maybe at least start trying to shoot the fancy guns the fancy way. Or a shotgun. I'll start with skeet! And look, she's 31. It's not like you have to be young."

"Actually Jane, as we age out eyesight takes a particular hit. From things as common as presbyopia where your lens starts to harden making it difficult to see things close up, to dry eyes and vitrious detatchment. Most of these effects start to present themselves around 40 years old. The next Olympic are in Rio in four years. By that time you'll be-"

" .Eh. I know how old I'll be." Jane sulked.

"Plus Jane, I worry about you enough out on cases. And we haven't had the best luck. The last thing I want is to worry about you on some empty field with gun enthusiasts on your days off."

Jane looked down and met Maura's eyes. She gave her a genuine smile and brought her attention back to the screen.

"Eh, maybe you're right. Those head thingies they have to wear are pretty hideous."

Still side by side they began watching another of the youtube videos Jane had brought up on the screen until Maura looked over and shut the top of the lap top.

"Enough. No more Olympics for now."

"Oh God. Thank you. I really don't think I could have turned it off on my own. It hooks you. Look, even Jo Friday couldn't look away."

Maura looked as the little dog lifted her head at the sound of her name then placed it back down in a direction not remotely facing the screen.

Maura chuckled as she stood up and turned off the tv then dragged Jan by the hands off of the couch leading her into the kitchen.

"Uh huh. Lets grab a snack then get get out of this house. Or better yet lets pack a snack and ride bikes to the park.

Jane followed behind lazily. "Ok. So no Olympic training and no shotguns in a field, but for my birthday could we maybe find one of those cool air gun thingies and take it to the range? They really do look fun."

"They kind of do. We'll see."

Jane hid her shocked expression long enough to give an exaggerated "Yay!"

A/N2: I don't have a beta. What I do have is a supreme impatience to post and a weird love for comas and run on sentences. All spelling and grammer mistakes are mine and I know they are in there somewhere. I also tend to switch tenses willy-nilly-like. Sorry for all of this and if it is very very distracting to you and you want to help before I post I would love that. Hope you enjoyed. Next up : Swimming and Dressage