"Hold on Casey, Maura's calling" Jane said, throwing a hand up to shush her date. Then had just sat down at The Robber, and hadn't even gotten their menus yet. Casey only had three days left in the country and he wanted to ask Jane a very important question before it got too close to his departure date. Either way, he was leaving again. But, if Jane said yes, he would look into maybe taking her with him. She'd love that, right?
Jane prattled on about whatever women talk about with her BFF Maura. Casey knew more about Maura than her own parents did. He respected Dr. Isles, and she was sexy in her designer clothes. But, she was always with Jane, like-everywhere. Do best friends sleep in each others beds more than their partners? Jane and Maura did.
They even had their own portmanteau, "Rizzles", ugh. Lame. The folks at BPD always say "oh look! It's Rizzles" -or- my favorite,"Team Rizzles is on the case" what were they, Team Rocket?
Jo would make an ugly meowth anyways.
Finally Jane, ended her phone call and apologized to Casey for the disturbance. When Casey went to order a beer for Jane, she shook her head no. She was driving Maura to the movies tonight for some "girl time". So, what other time was there?
"Jane, be honest with me real quick" Casey said, picking at his cobb salad. "When I told you that I was going back to Afghanistan last time, what did you think?"
Jane pursed her lips, thinking back to that day "I think my first thought was that I told Maura you had washed my thongs. It was awkward. You were acting like a housewife"
Casey was insulted, he washed Jane's things because she was starting to wear the cotton underwear that lined the bottom of the drawer for a reason. How was that acting like a housewife?
"Jane, I am no housewife. If you wanted a housewife, you could just marry Maura" Casey spat, his face turning red.
Jane sensed the impending fight but couldn't help get that word in "Maybe I will, Casey. Lord knows she fucks like a champ-oh" Jane blushed at the admission, no one was supposed to know that. It had been their little secret.
"You-you and Maura, but-how could she-um, what?" Casey mumbled, the imagery in his head distracting him from the rest of his food.
Jane decided that it was time for the truth to come out, oh well.
"Yeah Casey! Maura and I? We're hot as fuck, okay? You left me like 6 times for the fucking Middle East, and you just assumed that I would sit back here and twiddle my thumbs? Really? I have needs Casey, and to be honest, even if you did regain function of your little Sergeant Major down south, he still has trouble staying in step. Hmmkay?", Jane got up from the table, and walked away from the livid man.
Jane sauntered out the door and took out her phone, she needed to tell Maura about this.