a/n - and another cracktastic date. Note - these are being written highly intoxciated upon the goading of IRL friends, so don't expect anything good, they will likely be edited later.

"Jane, I was wondering if you would be willing to do me a favor." Maura's looking at her with an entirely too sweet and innocent look, and she's afraid to say yes. But at the same time, this was Maura, the woman could ask for her kidney, for everything she owned, for anything, and she'd agree to it. It doesn't mean she doesn't attempt to look tough.

"Hmm?" she questions, half paying attention to her phone as she tries to set a new record in Plants Vs. Zombies.

"Well, I'm supposed to go on a date tonight with an old friend -"

"You want me to get you out of it?"

"No, actually, Chaz has an old friend of his with him as well and-" She groaned. Her plans for the night were a couple of beers at the Robber, her brothers, and the first game back from the All-Star break. She did not want to go on a double date with Maura.

"Yeah, sure, what time?" Is what winds up coming out of her mouth, rather than the no she had intended on.

"Seven? We've got reservations at Dorsia." She frowns, of course it had to be someplace fancy too, where she couldn't just show up in her work clothes. "I can pick you up."

"Yeah, sure, whatever." Is her response, as she scowls at her phone. Why did she always agree to silly things like this? Because it was Maura, she could never say no to pleading hazel eyes. Besides, it was just dinner, she wouldn't have to cook, and she knew that there was no way she was going to wind up with the bill. She finds Maura at her door, fussing with her hair as she locks up, promptly at seven. "So who are these guys anyway?"

"Well, Chaz I went to school with, he's an old friend." Something has Jane's hackles up at the way that Maura says old friend but she ignores it. "Damien – his friend, I don't know anything about. I don't think Chaz had intended Damien to be coming when he asked me to dinner." She frowns. Great, not just a double date, but a blind date, with two people who already knew each other. "Chaz works in the music industry, and I'd assume that's how he knows Damien." Jane raised an eyebrow, somewhat impressed.

They pulled up to the restaurant, and Jane was suitably impressed to find both men already there, with a table for them, being nice enough to pull out chairs and take their coats. "Chaz, this is Jane-" She shook the hand of a man who had be in the running for dweebiest man alive. He was roughly Maura's height, with slicked back brown hair, glasses, and a well-cut suit, but everything about the man screamed middle management accountant.

"And Maura, Jane, this is Damien Cornicklesen. We,uh, we work together." There was a moment of awkward silence while they all looked around before Maura broached it.

"So, Chaz, what brings you back to Boston?"

"The, uh, the band I – y'know, manage has a gig here tonight. Damien is here representing the label." She looked at her 'date' for the evening. She's vaguely reminded of the lead singer from Smash Mouth, or Guy Fieri, with a look that just screamed trying too hard. The two men couldn't have been more different if they tried, one was all long shaggy hair with too many highlights, a soul patch, and sunglasses resting on the back of his head, with one of those attempting to look effortlessly cool, and putting way too much effort into it looks. Chaz, on the other hand, looked like the sort of person that Maura would consider an old friend.

"How have you been, Maura?" She lets them have their back and forth, gulping at the glass of wine set in front of her like it's a lifeblood. She had a feeling it would take more glasses of the red that had been shoved in front of her to make this bearable She turned to Damien as she listed to Chaz and Maura catch up, deciding that she could at least attempt to be personable.

"So, what do you do?"She asks,

"I work for the label." She had gotten that from the introduction.

"So, you what, set up merch and stuff?"

"You know, label –stuff. My dad just sorta sends me around with the bands for Crystal Mountain. It's just label stuff." She looked at Maura, and at Chaz, getting the distinct feeling that Chaz was something of a babysitter for the label head's son, and the duty had been passed off on to her, so that Chaz and Maura could enjoy dinner together.

She'd only just met him, but she did have a sudden respect and hatred fro a man who could pull something like that off so effortlessly. So Chaz wasn't just the accountant of the month. "So, how did the two of you meet?" She asks, doing her best to seem sweet and interested in the conversation. Really, she would just be happy to find some sort of way to get her 'date' from eying her like a piece of meat.

"We were, uh, co-captains of the fencing team at Harvard." She finds herself genuinely impressed. She knew Maura had fenced in school, but she hadn't thought the woman had been a captain of the team. Then again, Maura was the sort that didn't do anything half-assed. Of course she would have been captain. She makes a mental note to ask the woman for lessons sometime – it had always looked like fun. She looks at Maura, at the way that she nods, and can tell that there was more there than just co-captains of a team.

"Interesting." Is her only response, as she finds Maura and Chaz lapsing into discussion of some sort of fencing match that they'd been to over a decade ago. She's completely lost in the whole conversation, but follows along with what Maura's saying, entranced by the intensity of the way Maura is describing this little fencing bout. She doesn't understand a damn word of anything, but she rarely does when Maura goes off with that look in her eye – and she doesn't care. Maura can be a fascinating force of nature when she's going on about something she's passionate about, and Jane loves that. Chaz, for his part, has dropped that little stammer Jane's noticed, and Damien is still eying both of them like they're just waiting to be pounced on.

She excuses herself after entrees are served – she hadn't understood a damn word of the menu, and had picked whatever looked easiest to pronounce, and found herself faced with some sort of fish – something. It wasn't inedible, at any rate, but she was definitely starting to get creeped out by the other man at the table. Chaz, wasn't so bad. She could see why Maura had been fond of him – and as the night drew on, the hair on the back of her neck was starting to lower. There was something about the way that Maura talked to the Chief Accountant of whatever-band-it-was that seemed to say you were more interesting ten years ago. It was just a general faint note of boredom that most would find imperceptible, but Jane recognized it. It was the same one Maura used when they were at the Robber and she and Frankie and Frost would start talking Celtics. Polite, conversational, but wholly uninterested.

She slips into the bathroom, pulling out her phone and quickly texting Maura. So, ditch the boring accountant and go get real booze at the Robber? She waits for a moment, long enough that she knows that Maura is debating it, before she finds no response coming. She smirks, and sets an alarm on her phone, making sure she has the alarm tone set to Cavanaugh's ringtone, before heading back out to join the other three. She's glad her phone rings a second after Damien suggests they slip out the back for a little something-something, and she pretends to answer it, pretending to talk to Cavanaugh. "Well, thank you all for a lovely dinner, but I'm afraid duty calls -" She stands, and she sees Maura stand as well.

"Chaz, it's been great seeing you again, definitely call me the next time you're in Boston." She waits for them to trade a chaste European farewell, feeling those hairs on the back of her neck rise again until they're safely outside. Once safely out of earshot, Maura turns to her, looking pensive. "He used to be more interesting." She laughs, and opens the passenger door, knowing that Maura was likely far more sober than she was. She'd been the one that had been being ogled by a silent ogre.

"How?"

"He used to be – dangerous. Like he could be someone that could actually do something amazing." Maura had that adorable little pout that she got when things didn't quite go right, and Jane sort of felt bad. Maura had obviously accepted the invitation to dinner, expecting the same dangerous fencing captain she had once known before graduation had taken them their separate ways. Not some suit behind a band. She was kinda disappointed that Maura hadn't even gotten a chance to hear the band – she was sure that if Chaz becoming a boring businessman hadn't put Maura off of him, she knew that finding out that he was forced through his job to listen to nothing but death metal certainly would have.

"What, win Nerdiest man alive? You two must have been some couple, let me tell you." She endures Maura's glare at her teasing, knowing it isn't going to last long. "C'mon, let's go get drunk with actual dangerous people." She says, grinning as they pull up in front of the Robber.