Hey guys! Here is chapter 6! I swear I'm really trying to be consistent here….(it isn't working.) I hope you like it because at this point I'm totally winging it! Alright! Here we go!
Disclaimer: Yeah, it's in the other chapters.
Alright, what are you going to tell him? Maura tapped her pen on the desk as she racked her brain. Hello Frost. The reason I asked for you to find me, is because -because I'd love to sneak into your home and read your journal. The one that contains sexually explicit information about me. She shook her head. Be serious. She leaned back in her chair and her phone rang.
"This is Dr. Isles." She said calmly into the phone.
"Hello. Maura? This is Michael Grant."
"Oh! Michael! Hello. How are you?" she asked quietly.
Michael Grant was a beautiful, single, and quite wealthy optometrist she had met the previous week at one of her mother's openings. He had beautiful, chiseled features, the kind that reminded her of a fairytale and beautiful blue eyes. She'd forgotten that she'd given him her number.
"I'm well, thank you." There was a brief pause. "I was wondering if you'd like to join me for dinner at the Chateau de France this Friday evening. That is, if you're not too busy."
Hmm. Dinner. Maura thought for a moment, and then, she smiled devilishly. "I'd be delighted. What time should I meet you?"
"I'll pick you up around seven." He drawled.
"I'll be ready at six-fifty." She replied.
"I look forward to it Dr. Isles."
"Likewise Dr. Grant." She smiled and hung up the phone. Suddenly there was a small knock at her office door.
"Come in." she said, her eyes never wavering from her desk.
"Hey Doc." The voice was deep, yet familiar. She looked up and smiled.
"Good evening Detective Frost."
He shut the door behind him. "Korsack said you needed me." He said shoving his hands onto his pockets.
"Ah yes." She rounded her desk. "It seems I need your help." She said simply.
"I see. Well what can I do for you?"
"Well you see," she moved around the desk and sat on the edge. "I have a date this Friday evening…" her voice trailed off.
"Ok?" he said apprehensively.
She cleared her throat. "Well, I've never been to the restaurant he's taking me too and…..I was wondering, if maybe you'd accompany me this evening. Just so I can get a better feel for the food and atmosphere before I go on Friday."
"Well I'm flattered Dr. Isles," he said quietly. "But, shouldn't you ask Jane instead."
She stood and made her way over to the detective. "Normally I would, but, as I'm sure you're well aware, Jane has quite an unsophisticated pallet. I need someone who can appreciate fine French cuisine. Someone much like yourself." She whispered the last part.
She watched as he visibly swallowed. "Uh….I'd be more than happy to take you. When were you uh…planning on going?" he asked.
"Let me grab my jacket."
Alright! There it is! The next chapter will explain some things that may not quite make sense right now! I am writing it as we speak so….it should be up soon. (But knowing me, well, I wouldn't count on that….)