Jane walked into the autopsy room and found Maura sitting at her desk, her eyes glued to her computer screen.

"Oh, no, don't do that! Your internal organs can't take that kind of strain! You're going to die from massive internal hemorrhaging!" the doctor cried.

"What in the world are you watching?" Jane asked.

"It's this show called '1000 Ways to Die'. Very interesting, though I am curious as to why people do things that are sure to get them killed," Maura replied.

"Because people are idiots. Why are you even watching a stupid show like that?" Jane asked, pulling up a chair beside her friend.

"It has medical value, even if the information has been simplified a bit…"

"Not everyone is a walking encyclopedia like you, Maura. It needs to be simplified so that all the small minds, like mine, can understand what's going on."

"Do you really see yourself as small-minded, Jane?"

"Compared to you, everyone is small-minded."

Maura frowned. "Are you saying that I make you feel… unintelligent?"

"Not really…"

"Oh, Jane, I never realized… I've always—"

"Maura, don't worry about it, okay?" Jane said, standing up.

"No, it's not okay. Jane, I don't want you to feel inferior when you're around me," Maura said, standing up as well.

"Hey, back off a little, okay? It's not as bad as you're making it out to be. Give me some credit here."

Maura looked down, then her face brightened with an idea. "What if I let you be the dominant personality in a sexual setting?"

Jane turned slowly to look at her friend, who was smiling. She shook her head. "Why are you smiling? Stop smiling. This is not something you should be smiling about."

"No, no, it's the perfect solution! If I let you humiliate me sexually, you won't feel threatened by my intellect anymore!"

Jane grabbed her friend by the shoulders. "Maura, listen to me closely: NO."

"But why not? You once said that if you ever got the chance, you'd, and I quote, 'fuck that hot doctor as many times as her IQ'."

"I was drunk, Maura! You can't trust anything I say when I'm drunk!"

"But, Jane—"

"No! God, something is seriously wrong with you if you think that that is a good solution!"

Jane released her friend and grabbed her coat as she started for the door.

"Well, then can we just enter a sexual scenario equally?" Maura called after her. Jane stopped as a sudden image of her and Maura in bed together flashed through her mind. Jane closed her eyes and forced the image out.

"Just go back to your show," Jane said, leaving the basement.

Maura sighed and sat down at her computer again, her fingers tapping against the desk. She picked up her phone and dialed, listening to it ring.

"Hi, Frankie? It's Maura. You owe me fifty dollars."

"Did she go for it?"

"No. She thinks I'm mentally disabled."

"Are you going to tell her it was a set-up?"

Maura looked at where Jane was waiting impatiently for the elevator, and she smiled.

"No. I find she's much cuter when she's nervous."