Susie sighed, putting her diorama back in her office. It had been a big hit at The Dirty Robber, and Doctor Isles had spoken to her nicely.
Doctor Isles always spoke to Susie nicely, but never as nicely as she spoke to Jane.
Susie picked up mini-Jane and put her hands up like she was arguing with mini-Doctor-Isles.
"How was I supposed to know that corrupting your best Senior Criminalist would have consequences for me, Maura,' Susie said in a guttural voice, the closest approximation to Jane's voice she could manage.
"It's very inconvenient for me to have you interfere with my staff," Susie said in a slightly more clipped voice than her own. She made the Jane doll waddle over to the Doctor Isles doll and touch her face. "Oh, you know I can't stay mad at you," she imitated Doctor Isles again, and moved Doctor Isles' face to Jane's, making kissing noises.
"Okay, I do not sound like that, Chang, and are you making us make out over a dead body?"
Susie spun around to see the real, full scale Jane and Doctor Isles in the doorway to her office. She put the dolls down carefully with a wince.
"Uh, I can explain?"
Jane leaned her long frame against the doorway, her eyebrows arched. Susie longed to paint her. Them both. Together. Preferably with less clothing. She shook her head. "Okay, maybe I can't."
"If we were going to 'make out' as Jane says, we certainly wouldn't do it in the morgue," Doctor Isles said, looking offended. "It's disrespectful, let alone unhygienic."
Jane nodded, striding over to pick up the dolls. "Never liked Barbies," she mused, staring at mini-Doctor Isles' chest. "And she is not to scale."
"You should know, Senior Criminalist Chang, that when we do 'make out' we use your office, not the morgue. So there."
Susie looked up to see Jane's startled face, then Doctor Isles covered her mouth in shock, realising what she'd said.
Susie looked at Doctor Isles, noted her disheveled hair and smudged lipstick. Susie looked at Jane, her shirt half-untucked, lipstick on her throat. Noted that they were in the doorway of her office which Doctor Isles had just admitted to using... Susie looked at her desk, her chair, her walls. She had a UV light on her keychain but she was too scared to use it, or indeed, touch any surface.
"Okay, goodnight," Jane said, shoving the dolls into Susie's hands and grabbing Doctor Isles, pushing her out the door ahead of her by the hips, Doctor Isles gently protesting about endorphins and exhibitionism.
Susie tilted her head, then pulled down the diorama of her office from the shelf she kept it on, putting mini-Jane and mini-Doctor Isles down carefully. She propped mini-Doctor Isles against the desk, Jane's hands on Maura's hips, then put her to-scale Senior Criminalist Susie Chang in the chair facing them. She smiled to herself, and started again.