Disclaimer: Is this really necessary at this point in time? We all know JTam plays with them how she wants.
"You can't say it doesn't matter, Maura! "
The woman in front of her looks up with a playful smile.
"Oh, I'm not saying that! You just don't have to pay up right away."
Jane's smirk takes over her face. She shakes her head in disbelief as she hears the doctor's offer.
"Let's celebrate with drinks later."
"Well, we're going to the Robber with the new boy as soon as we wrap some files up." she says looking around the now nearly empty bullpen, pointing at the two men. She doesn't notice Maura's smile drop ever so slightly. "Wanna join?"
"Certainly. I'll see you there."
The detective's eyes lock on her as she strolls to the elevator. She doesn't feel her jaw drop. But Frost sees it.
"What was that all about?" he asks her when he returns to his desk.
"Lost a bet."
She frowns.
"Do I wanna know?" he raises an eyebrow.
The glance her eyes shoot at him has the properties of a mama bear. It comes from something that can be loving and caring, protective and warm. Provoked, it rips its claws through you as if you were made of butter.
"I..." Jane begins, rolling her eyes. "...bet that if she made a guess, it would be right and will be proven by evidence when we close this case."
"It wasn't?"
"No."
"Dr Isles was wrong?!" he almost jumps.
"Damn close! But, not exact."
The woman gets up from her chair and lifts her hands to her head. It seems that her locks couldn't get messier. She strokes her hair, proving that to be wrong.
"You boys good without me?" she says, breathing in, looking at Korsak, seeking approval. His attention doesn't leave the page he is reading.
"You're gonna leave the boring stuff for us?" Frost asks her.
"Gotta take care of my payment!"
She reaches for her blazer, gun and badge. It takes two seconds, and she's now at the door.
"Goods or services?" he calls, suppressing a laugh.
The question hits her buttons. She stops, but doesn't turn. She almost starts speaking, but feels her throat is dry. Clearing it doesn't help.
The laugh overpowers, Frost can't hold it back.
It takes a moment for her to stand up inches from him. Her finger stabs at his shoulder, as she reminds herself she is not to grab him by his neck.
"Listen kiddo!" Her voice is raspier than usual. "Just cause we're partners now doesn't mean my business is always your business. Got it?"
"That answers me, than."
She fails to understand how he manages to summon the guts to play with her again. Her nostrils widen. She's standing, face to face with the new partner, like a fuming bull barely containing himself before sticking his horns in the provoker's flesh.
Seconds pass and neither speaks. Her eyes still piercing his, wishing for some supernatural power that would hurt, and she would take no responsibility for.
It takes copious amounts of self control for her to turn back and disappear in the elevator.
So, this is something new from me. I'm experimenting with the style and, obviously, with some characters backgrounds. It will eventually involve the Worst Case Scenario game that Angie spoke of on Conan (June 8th, 2013).
Chapters wont be this short.
Please tell me if I should continue.