Graham Crackers and Vanilla Frosting
A/N: Pretty much a pointless oneshot written solely for the purpose of writing Jane and Maura interacting. Mostly dialogue.
Jane was sulking on the sofa, watching a DVR'd baseball game, when Maura brought out the graham crackers and frosting. Jane took one look at them before looking slightly confused. Maura tilted her head and smiled.
"What? We did agree on graham crackers and frosting, right?"
Jane furrowed her brow. "Yea, but…. I don't have that stuff in my house. What, do you carry it around in your Coach?"
Maura sat down and offered the two sweets to Jane, who happily snatched them up and began peeling off the lid to the frosting. "No. But, I knew you were going to approach Casey, and, well…. I like to be prepared."
"I love you," moaned Jane around a mouthful of graham cracker and vanilla.
"I know," smiled Maura. There was a comfortable silence, the sound of the game only filling it slightly. Suddenly, Maura grew serious. "So, what did he actually say?"
There was a pause in which Jane forced down another graham cracker before saying "Basically that if he wanted to see me, he would have called by now. He pretty much said he doesn't want to see me anymore." She shoved her hand into the box of crackers with a little extra force than necessary.
"Oh Jane," sighed Maura, rubbing the detective's arm sympathetically.
"Yea, yea, he's a douche. So how about you and the dead guy?"
"I wish you wouldn't call him that."
"Why? I thought you liked dead people." Jane smirked. Maura looked affronted. "I'm hardly a Necrophiliac, Jane, if that's what you're saying." The ME decided to partake, and broke a graham cracker in half.
"I know! I was just kidding. Jesus, Maur, take a chill pill."
"There is no such thing." Maura munched on the square of cinnamon deliciousness.
"Maura! How are things going with you and your tagger lover?"
Maura giggled at that, and Jane continued to look frustrated.
"He was nude. In my home."
Jane choked violently on her graham cracker, and Maura looked startled.
"I – he – what?"
"That reaction was hardly necessary. Of course I was also naked."
"Jeez, Maura, TMI!"
"TMI?"
"You know – too much information?"
"Oh. Yes. I don't use text abbreviations, of course."
"Of course," said Jane sarcastically.
Another pause, this time filled with Jane yelling at the players on the screen.
"Haven't you already seen this game?" Maura questioned.
"Um, yea?" said Jane, not seeing the problem.
"So you're yelling at the players, even though you already know the outcome."
"Don't judge me, okay, Dr. McNude?"
Maura smiled. "Of course. I wouldn't dream of it."