"Hello Jane, I'm back!" Casey Jones WITH 'little Casey' alive and kicking again, looked expectantly at his on and off girlfriend Jane Rizzoli.

"Casey?" the dark-haired Detective said flabbergasted. She blinked once, twice..Yes, it was indeed her long-lost ex-boyfriend.

Casey smiled smugly at the sexy long-legged woman. This would be a piece of cake, he couldn't wait to lure her into bed again for some horizontal exercise.

"I'm back in the States for a month, and I thought that we could reconnect. Maybe date again and just see what ha..."

"So you though... That is a whole new side of you, Mister Jones..." a feminine voice interrupted Casey's caveman-thoughts.

Casey turned his eyes from Jane to Maura.

"Oh, Maura. I hope you don't mind, but this is between Jane and me!" he said coldly. 'Does this stupid bitch really think that she can come between and MY woman!' He looked smugly into Maura's eyes and said resolutely, "Jane is mine, and I talk to her whenever I like!"

"I don't think so, mister idiot!" Maura interjected coldly, her cold gaze would have frozen him if she would be able to do this with just one look. "You, and your stupid visage are not welcome in OUR life!"

Casey almost choked on his own breath. Coughing and on the threshold of retching, he saw Maura AND his Jane disappear through the door of the cafe, laughing, Maura's arm securely around Jane's waist...

..

While Maura and Jane stood that night under their Christmas tree in their house and sipped their hot cocoa, somewhere in Boston Call..or was it Casper, ahhh wtf, that man that bothered Jane with his downtown' appendix, sat with his ass in the snow and cried his lonely tears... But who cares anyway!