"Can we talk?" he questions as she's walking out of the station.
"Yeah," she nods, in agreement.
"About last night, that can't happen again."
"Agreed."
"I don't think we should bring it up. Both of us were..."
"I agree," Jane replies.
"Good. I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow," she agrees, they go their separate ways.
Later that night, she finds herself lying in bed, wide awake. She stares up at the ceiling. She looks at the clock, and reaches for the phone. She dials a familiar number. It rings twice, before the party on the other end picks ups.
"Hello?"
"I'm sorry to be calling so late."
"It's ok. I couldn't sleep."
"Me either," she admits.
"So you called me?"
"I have a question."
"Shoot."
"I was thinking that maybe we could.." she trials off.
"We could what?"
"How would you feel about being friends with benefits?"
"Friends? Jane we're partners. Things could get really complicated."
"So, no?"
"What are you proposing, exactly?"
"What do you mean?"
"What are the ground rules?"
"We never talk about it at work."
"Ok."
"We never stay at each other's houses."
"Ok."
"If you fall asleep, I'll roll you onto the floor."
"I would expect nothing less."
"So does that mean that you're in?"
"Why do you want to do this?"
"I'm too busy for a relationship, and..."
"Why mess with a good thing, right?"
"Exactly."
"Ok."
"So are you going to come over?"
"Right now?"
"I'm not sleeping."
"Yeah, I'll be there in a few," he replies.
Half an hour later she's standing in the kitchen, drinking a bottle of water, when he knocks on the door.
"It's unlocked," she reveals.
He pushes the door open, and comes in.
"Why did you knock? You know that I was expecting you?"
"Just a habit, I guess," he answers.
"Lock the door," she insists, "Chain too."
He follows her direction. She looks at him.
"What?" he raises an eyebrow.
"What are you wearing?"
"Clothes," she answers.
"You're wearing that? You're wearing work clothes. Why?"
"I had to drive over here."
"Too many layers Frost, too many layers."
"Clearly I am overdressed, compared to you," he realizes, when he notices that she's wearing an oversized t-shirt.
She points to his jacket. "Off, please," she demands.
He empties his pocket, and tosses the jacket on her couch. She laughs.
"You came prepared."
"I was a boy scout," he informs her.
"I don't think that they would approve of this."
"They wouldn't approve of a lot of things."
"Like what?"
"Shooting someone. We do that too."
"I was never a boy scout. I was never a girl scout, either. I was not interested in selling cookies, or pretending to like annoying little girls."
"You were a little girl once, weren't you?"
"I was never very good at it."
"I see."
"So are we going to chat all night, or what?"
"No."
"I could make some tea," she jokes.
"No, thank you."
"Ok, then."
"I suppose you want me to get naked."
"You should get caught up."
"Caught up?"
"You're at a disadvantage. You're wearing way more clothing than I am."
"How much clothing are you wearing?" he wonder curiously.
"Just what you can see."
"Would you like me to strip for you?"
"Is there something I should know?"
"I was just asking. Some..." he begins.
She cuts him off, "I'm not some girls. I don't need foreplay. I just want what I want."
"I never would have guessed that about you."
"Shut up."
"Ok," he agrees.
He tosses the package at her. She catches it, and waits for him to get caught up to speed. As he slips of his shoes, he notices her toes.
"Since when do you paint your toe nails?"
"I always paint my toenails, you just never see me without shoes on."
"They weren't painted last night."
"I got bored while I was waiting on you."