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Still rated at a T for language. M chapter on the way I promise.

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Chapter Two: Aggravation

"What do you think I'm doing here Jane, I'm here because you were rude to me on the phone earlier," Maura said in a bitter tone. "Jane, are you even listening?"

Getting no response, Maura continues, "Jane, I don't want to lose my friend when we have an argument at work." Maura looks up from the floor to glare at Jane, only to realize Jane has not yet turned around. She is still upset, Maura realizes. She sees the anger in Jane's posture: stiff spine and jaw clenched. Why must Jane be so angry with me?

"Are we really friends at work Maura? The person with me at the Fairfield's sure didn't act like a friend; hell, she didn't even act like my colleague. I thought we were a team Maur?" Jane utters in anger and despair. "My mistake." The game on the television adds a pleasant background to the discussion, Jane's attention of the game now diverted to the woman standing in her living room. Jane does not offer Maura a seat, nor does Maura move to take it uninvited.

Maura fidgets from foot to foot, again. Jane glances at Maura, noticing the fidgeting and tepidness of the powerful Doctor Isles.

"Maura stop fidgeting. You are giving me a headache and I'm trying to stay relaxed." Jane motions Maura closer to the couch but doesn't yet offer the seat. Frankie will not be back for a few minutes; Jane has time to settle things with Maura. Do I really want to settle things with this traitor? Jane takes a gulp of her now lukewarm beer, glancing at the television. Boston down by two points. Isn't that fitting, Jane thinks.

Looking to the floor, Jane gathers her courage to confront Maura. Jane turns to face Maura fully and stares, raising her eyebrow.

"Maura, why did you treat me like that?" Jane continues to glare at Maura, who has yet to meet her gaze. Unable to fidget, Maura paces to the door and back, gathering her thoughts.

Maura vehemently mutters in a rush, "I just reacted Jane. Garrett and I have a history, and I just slipped into the twenty year old protective girlfriend I used to be." She looks at Jane, and finally meets her brown-eyed gaze. Jane sighs, loudly. Maura's eyes bore into Jane. Jane never holds her anger when their gazes meet, like now. Damnit Maura, I will stay angry, I will. You embarrassed me in front of those rich people.

Jane says while holding Maura's eyes, "That's all well and good Maur, but you should do your job and let me do mine, personal relationships past and new, be damned." Frankie never interrupts when I need him to.

Maura draws a shaky breath and says, "Jane, wha…?"

Jane takes a deep breath and continues, "Maura let me get one thing stated and I want you to listen very carefully, alright?"

"Alright Jane, I'm all ears." Jane continues, "When I am on a case and you are there, you are NOT to interfere with my questioning. It makes me look incompetent at my job, and that I cannot have regardless of our 'friendship'." Jane and Maura stare into each other's eyes for several minutes before Maura responds to Jane's tirade.

"I fully understand Jane. Really, there is no need to explain the boundaries of our 'friendship' since as far as I am now concerned, we no longer have one. I'll see you at work Jane; give Frankie my best." With one last glance in Jane's direction, Maura spins on her heel and marches to the apartment door, opens it, and slams it with a resounding thud.

"Damnit Maura, that's not," Jane tries to yell at Maura, anything to stop her escape.

"Well, that could have gone better," Jane, mutters around her lukewarm beer bottle, taking a big swig. Bleck, warm beer. She glances around the now empty apartment and realizes how empty her life will now be without her intrepid friend. Jane glances down at her dog, "Jo, at least I have baseball." Jane settles back to wait for Frankie, munching on her discarded cold piece of pizza.

Poor Jane. Left with cold pizza. L