Disclaimer: Still not mine, not the events or the dialogue, just the spelling out of the obvious femmeslash-y goodness.

A/N: Thanks for all the lovely reviews :). Please keep them coming! I welcome constructive criticism, especially since this is my first fic. Also, sorry that this chapter is short, but I figure a short update is better than no update :)

Maura reached in her purse and pulled out her counter-Jane's-excuses shaving kit. She hadn't shaved her legs either, and considered joining Jane, but she doubted she'd be going home with her date. He had a bit of an overbite that made for some unfortunate excessive nibbling when kissing. Why couldn't men be more like Jane? Despite some of Jane's more annoying traits, Maura liked her just the way she was. In fact, Maura even enjoyed some of Jane's flaws more than she should; they made for a lot of fun workroom banter that occasionally made its way all the way home to a sleepover in one of their beds. That thought made Maura a little regretful. Sending Jane home with Jorge meant no late-night laughter as they slept safe and sound in the same room.

Jane acquiesced to her friend's requests. How could she really say no when those eyes looked up at her like that? The rest of the date went, as Jane had expected, horribly. She tried to salvage the fact that Jorge was a little on the feminine side with the hope that he didn't want children. Shot down. He wanted to be a "stay-at-home daddy." Ulgh. That was just…too much for Jane. She informed Maura of her sentiments before she'd even finished her coffee the next morning. Maura did that thing where she droned on about her inability to lie in terms Jane didn't understand but would be sure to Google later. Vasovagal. Gotta remember that one, Jane thought. It was incredibly adorable and Jane usually didn't manage to comprehend a word the ME said, not for lack of context clues, but mainly because Maura was incredibly distracting (in a good way) when she was doing her doctor thing.

The day continued to worsen. Jane received a beautiful bouquet of flowers that annoyed her for two reasons: (1) it was from Jorge and (2) it was not from Maura. Jane had secretly been hoping that Maura would feel bad for her horrible set-up and atone with a laborious apology that would show a little more than just friendship in the works. It was made worse when Korsak and Frost got ahold of the card that went with it. That part was humiliating. It would have been humiliating no matter who sent it. Then, they got a hit on a guy who should have been the perp to the crime they were currently investing, but who wasn't, as Maura soon came bearing the bad news.

She strutted in with lunch from Jorge and a triumphant look on her face. God, could this guy be any clingier? Jane thought to herself.

Maura, on the other hand, was thinking that Jorge was doing an effective job with the mating ritual. He was making up for his oversensitivity by demonstrating that he, as the male, could be the provider. Maura's eagerness to demonstrate this to Jane just further pissed Jane off. However, she managed to catch Jane's attention again with a promise of incriminating DNA. Unfortunately for Jane, the DNA was from a woman, not the man currently being held in the questioning room. Jane was incredulous. This was not going to be the easy close to the case that she was beginning to hope. Is it ever? She admonished herself.

In the morgue, Maura explained to Jane that the entry wounds on the victim were consistent with "a non-biological phallus shaped object." Oh god, thought Jane, Maura is talking about a dildo. Mmmm…Maura with a dildo. Oh, shut up, Brain! Gah! Maura then proceeded to cool the moment with a history lesson in stone phalluses. Jane thought that it was highly unlikely that the women did not discover these objects as sources of pleasure and voiced her thoughts to Maura, who blushed and smiled. Wait, was that a bit of a flirting smile?

Oh god. Why is Jane referring to female-female sexual interaction in that manner in my presence? Surely this is not signaling what I believe it is signaling. This can only be a working hypothesis. I shall have to further test it.