The challenge: You know its a slow day at work when you're arguing through Facebook messages... Using only bad pick up lines. But things could be worse, right? ... Right?
Rating: T or M
Word Count: 1165
Characters: Frost, Jane, Korsak, Maura
Pairing: Jane/ Maura
Genre: Humor/ Romance
Chapter: 1 of 2


Jane tapped her finger tips on the desk. She was bored, and her headphones were extremely uncomfortable; rather than having the normal kind, she had stolen Maura's. And they were those annoying ones that go all the way into one's ear, blocking out all excess sound. No wonder Maura could never hear her when she went down to the morgue looking for her. However, Maura didn't need them, and if she had to listen to Korsak's music for five more minutes, she would have exploded. So her own music, via the ever- so- convenient Pandora Radio, was a couple steps up from that torturous experience.

However, it did not make the day any less boring. They had just tied up their last homicide the week before, and now it was paperwork, paperwork, and more paperwork. It was infuriating beyond all belief. Which was why Jane had a window open for her paperwork, and one for Facebook. When all else failed and was boring, go on Facebook. It worked every time. A chat window popped up, the extremely unpleasant noise interrupting her music for a fraction of a second. Jane pulled it open, curious.

Frost: Hello, I'm a thief, and I'm here to steal your heart.

Jane let her jaw drop, before hastily covering it with her hand. Did he really just say that to her? This was too good to pass up.

Jane: You must be a Hell of a thief because you stole my heart from across the room.

Jane saw the man snicker, covering his own mouth across the room from her. His hands skimmed over his keyboard quickly.

Frost: Hello, are you married?

Jane: Yes.

She wondered briefly where he was going with this one, he already knew that answer. She wasn't in the dark long.

Frost: I didn't hear you say "Happily."

Jane couldn't hold in her laugh at that one, if Maura had read it, she might have had a mild heart palpitation. Jane shook her head, tapping the keys before she decided on one.

Jane: You're like a car accident, I just can't look away.

The mortified look on Frost's face made her day. Actually it made her whole week. Jane grinned.

Frost: I wanted to start a conversation awkwardly, so I wanted to know what you thought of these...

Jane: I laughed so hard I fell the fuck over.

That one got a laugh out of Frost, and shook her head. What to say next?

Jane: I've noticed you noticing me and I'm just giving you notice that I've noticed your notice!

Frost: ... *Holds out hand* Would you hold this for me while I go for a walk?

Jane: I must be lost, because I see paradise.

Frost: She's down in the morgue.

Jane: Touche.

Frost: If God made anything more beautiful, I'm sure he would keep it to himself.

Jane: (why do I feel like we're talking about Maura now?) I must be a snowflake because I've fallen for you.

Frost: (No, but that is the truth...) Do you want to see a picture of a beautiful person? *holds up mirror*

Leaning on her arms, she was not surprised when another message popped up. This one was separate though, and Jane folded her hands, opening the message.

Korsak: Jane, tell him to stop! Frost keeps sending me these horrible pick up lines!

Jane smirked, waving a hand to Frost, in order to get him to stop for a moment. With a few clicks, she opened a group message between the three of them; Frost, Korsak, and Jane.

Jane: Hell no, I've been arguing with him using only bad pick up lines.

Korsak: WHY?

Jane: Its fucking hilarious...

Frost: Is your name Summer? 'Cause you are hot as Hell!

Korsak: ... You're hotter than donut grease.

Jane: (... Really? Come on, old man!) Damn, if being sexy was a crime, you'd be guilty as charged!

Maura: Its a good thing I have my library card, because I will definitely be checking you out!

All three of them looked up, jaws dropped. Jane pointed at Korsak, eyes narrowing. He held up his hands, shaking his head. She turned to Frost, eyes narrowing. The man shook his head, face frightened. Jane glared at her computer, raising one hand for the symbol they had decided meant 'its on.' The two guys nodded, grinning like fools.

Korsak: If you were a steak, you'd be well done.

Frost: Hey, I'm missing a key off my set. Its the one to your heart.

Jane: Do you have sunscreen? 'Cause you are burning me up!

Maura: Is your name Katrina? Because baby, you rock me like a hurricane.

Jane's jaw dropped. This was ridiculous. She wondered if the good doctor knew what she was doing. The detective pursed her lips, pointing at Frost and mouthing the words 'bring out the big guns now.'

Korsak: How much does a polar bear weigh? Enough to break the ice.

She only raised an eyebrow at that one, before rolling her eyes. He needed some serious help.

Jane: Let's make like fabric softener and Snuggle.

Maura: (Sorry, I only use Downy) Hey, I'm new in town, could I have directions to your apartment?

Frost: (REJECTED!) You can put a Trojan on my hard drive anytime.

Korsak: Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?

Jane: (keep walking buddy, it might take an awful long time) *walk up and bite someone* Sorry, taking a bite out of crime. It has to be illegal to look that good!

Maura: (mmm...) I would love to take a mega- byte out of you.

Jane's eyes flashed dangerously, and she heard Frost snicker. Korsak's head hit down on the desk, before his hands ran across keys.

Korsak: I'll bet my hard drive is the biggest you've ever seen.

Maura: I'll bet its a 3 inch floppy.

Frost: (BURN!) Computer techs have skilled fingers, if you know what I mean.

Jane: Need me to unzip your files?

Jane reached across, high- five- ing Frost on a good call. They so had this contest won.

Maura: When I'm around you, I just can't think straight.

Jane tilted her head, holding up a hand to make Frost wait.

Jane: I must be hunting treasure, 'cause I'm totally digging your chest!

The man nodded, giving her a thumbs- up.

Maura: I spelled Google wrong, I was so obsessed with searching you.

Perhaps Jane had spoken too early.