Hi, everyone! I just wanted to thank all of you who have read, reviewed, and alerted this story. I can't even begin to explain the happiness I feel from all of the support I'm getting from you guys. I guess the best way to describe my excitement would be a little kid, hopped up on candy, walking into a toy store for the first time… Anyway, I hope you all enjoy. :)

Oh, and I know that rearranging an entire morgue is not entirely possible, but it's fiction…

"Morgue Moments: Street Hockey"

"Jane, over here!" shouted Frost.

In preparation for the annual street hockey game against the Boston Fire Department, the BPD decided to start practice earlier than usual. For Jane, Frost, Korsak, and Frankie, that meant finding the perfect place to hold passing drills.

"Ahh, c'mon Frost, get your head in the game," said an over-competitive Jane. If he begs me to pass him the ball, you would think that he'd be able to receive it. Geez, he can't even hold the hockey stick correctly… she thought.

As Frankie intercepted the ball and prepared a pass to Korsak, Dr. Maura Isles burst into the room.

"What in the world happened to my morgue?"

"Morning, Dr. Isles," replied Frost, his face burning red from the unexpected surprise.

"Well, uh, you see… there was nowhere else to practice," said Frankie. "We were sorta kicked out of the halls earlier this morning."

Maura assessed her transformed morgue with one sweep of her eyes. All of her supplies were either moved on top of the counters or shoved inside of the cabinets and drawers.

"If it makes you feel any better, we moved the autopsy tables and anything large into the freezer or storage. You know, to avoid any risk of damage," supplied Korsak.

Maura just stood there, fuming, in her irritated pose. "And you all thought I'd never find out about this?"

"Seriously, Maura, it's no big deal. Besides, we thought you were supposed to be away at a forensic pathology conference," said Jane.

"Well, I came back early. Now put my morgue back to the way it was!"

Stilettos clicking, the doc strode into her office in that passive-aggressive way of hers, and only then did the four intruders share a look of disappointment.

Sighing, Jane said, "C'mon guys, we better straighten up."

It was now 10:00 p.m. and Jane sat at her desk filling out paperwork. Since having gotten busted for the earlier incident, no one had seen Maura Isles anywhere throughout the station.

When Jane went to apologize, Maura's morgue assistant notified her that the medical examiner had left a few hours early. This can't be good. I hope she's not too pissed, thought the homicide detective.

Sighing, Jane packed up her things, shut down the computer on her desk, and exited the Boston police station to be welcomed by the crisp night air. She climbed in behind the steering wheel of her Ford, started the engine, and drove home to her disorganized apartment.

As Jane was pouring a batch of steaming coffee into her favorite mug, she heard a light knock on the door. She fixed her pajamas, as it was one of her rare days off from work, and checked to see who her visitor was through the miniscule peephole.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, she unlocked her door and invited her guest in, who immediately flopped down on the couch, dropping a few bags on the floor.

"Really, Jane? It's already 11 a.m. and you're still in your pajamas…"

"It's my day off, as you know. I insist on wearing whatever I want to wear. Anyway, how about some coffee, Maur?"

"No thank you," replied Maura. Feverishly, she began poking around in her bags.

"What did you bring?" asked Jane.

It was moments like these that both Jane and Maura loved. Whenever they fought, both knew that they would eventually forgive the other and make up.

"Well, to be honest, I think I was a little harsh on you all yesterday. Despite you guys rearranging my morgue and using it as a sports arena, I know how important your rivalry is with the fire department and the fact that you need to cream them in street hockey. Also, I was pretty impressed with how you guys put everything back in its place, and the time it took to fix the morgue was remarkably short. So I decided to go shopping this morning…"

As Jane took a seat next to her best friend, Maura started pulling items out of the bags. She had all kinds of hockey equipment, including a street hockey manual and lesson videos for Frost.

"Wow, Maura, this is great! Thank you," said an ecstatic Jane, arms encircling Maura's waist in a friendly embrace.

"No problem, Jane. I figured some new equipment would be nice, but you have to promise me one thing."

"What's that?"

"Never play street hockey in my morgue again," declared Maura, trying to keep a straight face. Both women burst out in laughter, the rift between them repaired.

Once again, thank you for reading. I'll be posting more morgue moments as ideas pop into my head. If anyone has any suggestions, please let me know, I highly consider suggestions and ideas. Sometime soon I will post a one-shot about Jane's reaction to the photo from the first chapter in one of the upcoming chapters, I just want to make sure the writing quality of that is the best I can make it (if anyone has a certain reaction in mind that they want to see, let me know and I'll take it into consideration).

Thank you!

~FanFicCrazy16