She looks up from the report she's completing and stares hard at the two men who have just walked in. One's got a slightly scared look on his face and is trying to mask it with an ingratiating smile, the other one looks like he's going to be fed to the sharks and is just hoping the pain won't last too long. It makes her want to laugh but she's going to have a little fun with them so she keeps the glare in place, large almond eyes fixed on the two detectives as they fidget like a couple of schoolboys caught playing truant.

She has to bite the inside of her cheek to stop the grin appearing, but manages to smother it, especially when that idiot Javi, nervously fiddling with the tray of surgical equipment knocks a pair of tongs onto the floor.

The rattle of steel on the tiled floor dies down into pregnant silence, her eyebrows are halfway up her brow, Tweedledee's staring at her like a rabbit caught in headlights … she's expecting the Irishman to pull out a carrot and start chewing any moment and Tweedledum's bent over trying to pick up the tongs which he's finding difficult as he's looking up at her at the same time, a nervous look on his face.

Javi finally manages to get his hands on the tongs and is about to replace them on the tray when she stops him with an annoyed hiss. Pointing over to the sterilization unit she watches as he sheepishly steps across and leaves the tongs next to oven-like cabinet.

"So, what do you two idiots want?"

"Hey chica!" says a somewhat offended detective. Kevin just looks down at the floor and shuffles his feet like he'd rather be at the proctologist's.

Screwing up his courage (she might be petite, but anda hermano! Does she carry a temper!) Javi sidles over and places his rump on the edge of her desk, making sure not to sit on anything "We need your help"

Kevin's shuffled up behind Javi and making sure his partner's bulk is between him and the sometimes scary Lanie.

"We need to get Dad's phone off him, but momma bear's keeping a close eye on him … we need you to distract her",

"Again?!" You guys already dumped me in the poo pile once, you expecting me to do it again?"

"Come on chica, you're as keen as us to know what those two are up to!"

She can't help the interest showing in her eyes and Javi relaxes, letting out the breath he's been holding. Kevin steps out from behind him and adds his hopeful smile to the pool. She taps the pen she's holding against her lips, pouting them in thought and Javi has to consciously stop himself from leaning forwards and kissing them.

She must have read his intentions because she's flopping backwards in her seat and holding the pen out like a sword. Kevin looks away to hide the smirk. Cool, these two are definitely not!

With a slightly embarrassed clearing of her throat, the ME turns her mind to the problem, ignoring the somewhat eager stare of her two companions. After a moment's thought she looks up at the two cops, "Ok, how about you two call me when they break for lunch?"

"What are you thinking?" asks the Hispanic detective eagerly leaning towards her. She glares at him and he sits back apologetically.

"I'll tell Beckett I want to have a girl-talk with her, privately, when I get her out of the room, you two had better get that phone off writer boy or I swear I'll use that equipment …" pointing at the tray of surgical instruments "… on you two, and keep in mind, we don't have anaesthetics down here".

There are two audible gulps and she has to fight to keep the grin off her face as she watches two Adam's apples bob up and down. Then Javi's nodding and pushing himself to his feet, stepping back and accidentally treading on Kevin's toes, who with a howl jumps back, grabs his foot in pain and whilst hopping around bumps into the tray of equipment.

The Hispanic's out the door and heading to the lift with the hopping Irishman only a few steps behind even before the rattle of falling equipment fails to drown out the "I'll kill you two!" screech from the morgue.