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A/N: Another chapter. The aftermath of the night's events. I know it's short. I'm sorry. Please review. Thanks. Love, Lawabidingchild.
Jane walked into the bullpen the next day, smiling contentedly from the events of the previous night. She and Maura made love for countless hours and the heat of the passion still tingled Jane. When she sat down at her desk, Frost and Korsak turned away from her and Frankie was no where to be seen. "What?" asked Jane, staring at the two of them.
"Your girlfriend's insane," stated Frost, looking behind Jane's back. "And speak of the nuthouse, here she is."
Jane turned around ecstatically and viewed Maura's gorgeous frame blundering towards them, a sense of unseen pride glowing around her. Jane had never seen Maura look like that before, much less have a smirk of defiance on her face. That must be because of what Maura had said to them the previous night. "Okay, I'll bite, Maura," said Jane impatiently, "what happened last night?"
She stared at the three men, studying their character. The analysis of what happened was written all over their faces and on hers as well. "I simply told them that if they didn't leave you alone, I would find some way to kill them in their sleep without there being suspicion of murder."
All three men cringed, but Jane looked ahead at Maura. Her expression softened as she kissed Maura's cheek. "Babe, I love you, but you couldn't commit undetected murder."
"Why not?" asked Maura.
"You know why not," said Jane, pulling Maura into her arms. "It was a nice thought, though," she added huskily.
Maura smiled seductively. Jane kissed her cheek again and nudged her with her nose. "Jane," scolded Maura playfully. "Stop."
"When pigs fly," retorted Jane.
"Yo Janie!" called Frankie. "What the hell d'ya do to Ma yesterday?"
"I told her to stay outta my private life, you little weasel!" answered Jane. "Why? Did she come crying to you last night?"
"Yeah," answered Frankie. "And she's pissed beyond belief." He crossed over to where Jane and Maura were standing. "Hello, Doc," he said shakily.
"Hello, Frankie," greeted Maura, a playful smile tracing her lips. When he clammed up and couldn't think of anything else to say, he bolted like a bullet through a target.
"Alright Maura," said Jane. "That was amazing and all, but you're gonna have to not threaten anymore of the things I love that move, alright?"
"Okay," said Maura, lowering her eyes like a child.
"Come here," ordered Jane, pulling the blonde's head to her own. She placed a tender kiss on Maura's lips, and Maura pulled back giddily, like a thirteen-year-old girl in love for the first time. Before Maura left, she placed a forensic file on Jane's desk. Jane took it and opened it. Another case.
She turned around and noticed Frost and Korsak were in an intense conversation. That was very suspicious. They're never in conversations like that. "Hey! Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum!" she called affectionately. "Run these for me will ya!"
The two of them took off like jack rabbits after a carrot. Jane smirked triumphantly.