Jane slipped into her coat and turned off her desk light as she prepared to go home for the night. All she wanted to do was go home, curl up with a beer, and forget everything Maura had said to her in the past hour. Jane started for the elevator.

I'm not even going to think about—

"Hi Jane."

Jane looked up and was met with the sight of the very person she had been trying to forget. Maura was smiled at her, giving her a little wave.

"Oh, god," Jane said.

Maura's smile fell from her face. "I'm happy to see you too."

"I'm taking the stairs," Jane said.

"Jane, come on."

"What are you even doing up here?"

"I thought you could use some company going out to your car," Maura replied.

"How thoughtful of you," Jane said, but she was too tired to actually use the stairs, so she reluctantly stepped inside the metal box. The doors closed after her and the elevator started going down. There was silence.

"Jane… you're not still upset about what happened earlier, are you?" Maura asked.

Jane sighed. "No, Maura. I'm not upset."

"Your expression and body language tell me that you're still dwelling on it."

"Yes, Maura, I am still dwelling on it. I mean, wouldn't you?"

"I don't understand why you're so disturbed. It's been proven through several studies that a dominant and submissive sexual scenarios have helped ease tensions between couples."

"Yeah, screw your facts, Maura! Let me tell you what I know: friends don't ask each other to have… kinky sex with them!"

"I never said anything about it being 'kinky'. I merely suggested it to help you with your feelings of inferiority."

"God, can we please get off that subject?"

Maura looked up at the ceiling. "All right."

"Thank you."

More silence.

"You know, I viewed us having sex as strictly professional."

"Maura!"

"Well, I did!"

"Enough!"

The elevator suddenly lurched and both women stumbled forward.

"What was that?" Jane said.

"Sounds like we've stopped."

"Oh, no. No, no, no. This cannot be happening!" Jane said.

"Why? Are you claustrophobic?" Maura asked.

"No, Maura, but I don't want to be trapped in a little box with someone who wants to have… professional sex with me!"

"Do you really think I would try to take advantage of you in a situation like this?"

"I don't know what to think anymore!"

The lights suddenly went out and Jane sighed.

"This is just perfect," she said. "I should have taken the stairs."

"Actually, this could be the perfect place for the sexual scenario I suggested earlier."

"MAURA, WE ARE NOT GOING TO FUCK IN AN ELEVATOR!"

Maura was taken aback. "It's a very small space, Jane. I can hear you just fine at normal conversation volume."

"Obviously not, because you keep bringing up sex!"

"You know, hearing and comprehending are two very different things."

"I have to get out of here now!" Jane drew her gun and took aim at the ceiling, but Maura grabbed her arm.

"Jane, put that away! Are you crazy?"

"You're making me crazy!" Jane said through clenched teeth.

Maura released her friend and backed up. "All right, Jane. I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were so sensitive about the subject. I'll leave it alone now."

Jane nodded and put her gun away. "All right. Good," she said, brushing some of her dark hair out of her face.

"Can I just ask one more question on the subject?" Maura said. Jane gave her a death glare. "Just one more, I swear."

"Fine," Jane growled.

Maura looked Jane right in the eyes. "Have you ever considered… sleeping with me in a… non-professional, romantic sense?"