Anon: prompt idea: Jane questioning Dylan first crush or BF/GF. But Maura is scarier then Jane during the whole sit down meeting.

"Oh, he's not bad. Stop fretting." Jane peeks around the corner and the boy standing in the kitchen.

His hands are in his pockets and he's bouncing on the balls of his feet looking around nervously.

"And besides, I already talked to him." Jane puts her hands on her hips and taps her badge and gun; smiling proudly; "He got the point."

Maura cocks and eyebrow and looks her wife up and down; "I'd still like to speak to him. Just to get to know him."

She runs her hands down Jane's blazer, pulling gently on the lapels and bringing her lips to hers; "And it's Dylan's first date." a kiss; "And I'm entitled to know things about him." another kiss.

Jane smiles; "Have at it. You want some interrogation tips?"

Maura smirks over her shoulder as she walks into the kitchen; "I'm good."

Jane follows and gives the young man a firm pat on the back as she walks by; "Hey, Rick." and joins her wife behind the island in the kitchen.

Leaning and propping herself on her elbows, she lowers her head towards Maura; "He's terrified."

Maura sways against her wife, bumping her with her shoulder; "Richard is it?" and the boy's head turns quickly; "Uh, yes Mrs. Isles."

Maura nods, opening up the drawer in front of her; taking out a small paring knife; "And you go by Rick?" the boy nods; "Not Dick?"

Jane looks at the counter, suddenly interested in it and lets out a light snort.

Rick glances around nervously; "Ha, no ma'am."

Maura smiles at him; "You are very polite, Rick. That is a good quality to have. Especially since you taking our daughter out."

Looking over, she taps her wife lightly on the shoulder; "Can you hand me that pomegranate, please?"

Jane looks at her, then does a quick turn down the length of the island, grabbing the fruit from the basket.

Flicking her wrist, she tosses it lightly and bounces it off her forearm; catching it; "You want it?" she bounces it again as she walks towards her wife.

Maura watches with a bemused look until Jane pops the fruit off her arm in her direction. Catching it, Maura gives her a sarcastic smile; "You've got jokes."

"Millions." she says, kissing her lightly on the cheek.

Turning her attention back to the center of the kitchen, she knits her brows together in concentration as she looks down; "Did you know Richard, that in Greek mythology the pomegranate was known as the fruit of the dead?" Maura glances at him as the small knife traces around the fruit; creating fine lines in its skin; "Uh, no ma'am."

Maura smirks and looks down at the fruit; her hand turning a tint of red as the skin peels back; "In the myth, Persephone, the goddess of the Underworld was kidnapped by Hades and taken off to live with him as his wife. Her mother, Demeter, who was goddess of the harvest went into mourning for her lost daughter, causing all that was green to cease growing. This in turn caused the other gods to command Hades to return Persephone, as they couldn't let the world die."

Jane watches as her wife places the fruits skin off the the side and sticks the knife into it firmly, turning it in her hand until she pries it apart with sickening pop.

The sudden sound causes the boy standing in their kitchen to flinch, and shift awkwardly on his feet.

Maura pops a seed out and places it in her mouth; "I am Demeter, Richard. And if you hurt my daughter, I will scorch the earth."

Jane takes the half fruit from her wife's hand and removes a few seeds; popping them into her mouth and motions at Maura with a tilt of her head; "You got it?"

The boy swallows hard; "Got it."

Maura smiles widely and extends her stained hand holding the small seeds there.

"Pomegranate?"