Been a while, but here's another Rizzoli & Isles one-shot! This one takes place at the end of "See One, Do One, Teach One".

"You know, they're actually kind of cute when they're small."

Maura smiled at her friend as Jane set the turtle down.

"Now you have to name him," Maura said. Jane looked at her friend.

"What?" she said, not sure if she had heard correctly.

"Well, you have to give him a name. He can't just be nameless."

The smile left Jane's face, and she sighed. She should have expected something like this. "Maura, I am too tired to try and name a turtle right now."

"Come on Jane. A name gives character, and embodies a person, or animal, for everything that they are, and—"

"Okay, thank you for analyzing that into the ground!"

Maura was slightly taken aback, but wasn't deterred. "Sorry, but I really think—"

"Fine! His name is Bass Jr.! Happy?"

Maura frowned. "That's not original at all, and it doesn't even make sense. First of all, Bass is a tortoise; this little guy is a turtle. And even if he was a tortoise, he isn't an offspring of Bass, so I don't see how you think the name 'Bass Jr.' fits at all."

"Like there's a difference between turtles and tortoises."

Maura gasped, looking like a child who had just been told that Santa Claus wasn't real. "Jane, how can you say that? You know there's a difference between—"

"No, don't start, Madame Encyclopedia."

Maura looked down at the turtle before picking him up and holding him close to Jane's face. "Name me!" she said in a high-pitched voice. Jane raised an eyebrow.

"Get that turtle away from me," she said in a dangerously quiet voice. Maura lowered the turtle, and decided that all she could do was resort to pouting.

"Please, Jane?" she pleaded, offering her friend one of her dazzling smiles.

Jane blinked. "Really Maura?"

"I am not above begging."

"Fine." Jane sighed and looked at the turtle, which blinked. "His name is… Shellby."

There was a pause.

"… But Jane… he's a boy…"

"Maura!"

"I'm just saying!"

"Then his name can be Shellboy! Happy now?"

"Well, now he sounds like a superhero."

"There is no pleasing you, is there? His name is Shellboy, and that's the end of this conversation!" Jane shouted, throwing her hands up into the air. She stalked out of the room and into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her so hard that the only picture left on the wall fell to the ground, the glass shattering.

Maura watched her friend leave, and then looked down at the turtle that was still in her hands. "You forgot Shellboy!" she called. Her only response was a yell of frustration, and a few incomprehensible words. Maura shook her head.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say Jane has somewhat of a dislike for animals," Maura said to herself. "Hmm. Oh, well. Come on, Shellboy. Let's go find you a suitable companion… a lovely female turtle who doesn't care how silly your name is."

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