"Is it that time of the day, mate?"

"Hmm?" I look away from the television screen. "What did you say?"

"I said," my friend settles down on the sofa next to me, "Is it that time of the day already?"

"What time of the day?"

"You know…"

"No, I don't."

"When you sit in front of the television and just keep making those faces like you want to jump right in and shout something at them," my friend laughs, "Sometimes though, you just sit there and smile to yourself. Like how all your wishes all came true or something like that."

"First of all, why would you be watching me?" I turn to face my friend. "Second of all, it's called watching Rizzoli and Isles."

"And? Kindly elaborate?"

"If you watch it, you'll understand," I shrug my shoulders, "I don't recommend you do though," I send a smirk.

"Is that a challenge?" My friend sets the cold beer down and settles in on the sofa.

"No mate," I smile, "save yourself while you can. Two minutes and counting."

"Fill me in, I'm watching this."

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

I fill my friend in.

"Okay- that's just- but they clearly- what-"

"Yeah?" I smile at my friend's inability at forming sentences; the nostalgia, that was you.

"Seriously? No one else sees it?"

"Not entirely true," I stand to stretch, "Some people do see it but, what can we mere watchers do." I shrug and walk towards the kitchen.

"So you're saying that those two women are not lovers?"

"Correct," I direct a nod in my friend's direction, "Do you want another one?" I search through the contents of the messy refrigerator, looking for a nice cold bottle.

"I think I need one."

"Right," I hand my friend a bottle, "There you go and, I'm not even going to apologize."

I head back to the sofa. Something else must be on.

"You know…"

"Yeah?" I take a sip, flipping through channels.

"I had this term paper I was writing once…"

"I'm not going to go through term papers with you," I groan, "Not right now."

"I can in theory, put you into the television show."

"Very funny," I send a congratulatory smile.

"I'm not pulling your leg mate," my friend settles in next to me, "I did this study on-"

"Alright," I turn to face my friend, "Let's propose, that this works. Skip the mechanics of it. I'm too tired to bother with them. Let's do it then."

"Only works for one though…" My friend smiles.

"I'm going then," I drain the beer, "You," I take the beer from my friend's hand, "Have to work the machine."

"Wouldn't have it any other way," my friend smiles, "Just get me an autograph or something."

"Do you think it'll change the actual procession of the show?"

"It's a television show…"

"So you think!"

"We just need some parts to actually make the machine…"

"Aren't you a party pooper," I pace the room, "Fine, before this whole sense of adventure runs out on me. What do you need?"

"I could just pop by the store on my own and, get them. Simple stuff."

"Did I ever tell you that you're a genius?"

"Once or twice," my friend smiles," Wouldn't hurt to hear it again though…"

"You my friend," I grip onto both of my friend's shoulders, just to make sure that my friend is really listening, "Are a genius." I smile.

"Lucky you then," my friend takes the keys from the bowl kept by the door, "Be back in a jiffy!"

"Right," I rub my hands together, "Should I pack anything?"

A/N: Hi there, thank you for the time~
The original title of this was supposed to be, 'when the shipper loses her cool', so, I was pretty desperate back then. Hahaha. Well, it's all good fun right?=)
Oh and, this is a re-upload.