Oh boy... here it comes... kind of... ;-)
Dr. Maura Isles was not known for wasting time, other than while texting, of course. When the door opened to her brightly smiling face, the smell of pizza wafted up from the box in her hands. "I ran into the delivery man on the way to the stairs. This smells good. I think I detect artichoke hearts, mushrooms, and olives, at the very least. It smells delicious. What else did you order on it?"
"Bell pepper." Jane grabbed the box from Maura's hands and flipped the top open as she made her way back to the sofa. "I wasn't in the mood for meat today." She shrugged as she dropped the box down and took a bite of the slice she had just picked up. "Wine's on the cabinet, but beer's better with pizza." She plopped down on the sofa. "Seriously, Maur, don't scare me like that, okay? People are crazy out there. I don't want to get a call some day with some other ME telling me my ME is in their morgue because she was texting while driving. Not cool, Maur. Not cool at all."
Maura headed to the refrigerator for beers and drinking glasses. "I told you, I wasn't texting while driving. I would never do that, as you already know. I am a careful driver, and I obey the traffic laws, including the one that prohibits use of telephones and texting devices while driving, unless they are hands-free and voice-activated." She took a moment to survey Jane's face and body language as she opened the beers and poured them into the glasses, achieving a really good head of foam on each one. "You sound angry again, and I don't think you're actually angry about the texts, because you already know that I abide by both state law and the laws of common sense. Are you still angry because I might start to be friends with Barry, too?"
Jane bit off a large piece of her pizza and chewed it in what could only be described as an irritated fashion. After swallowing it and taking a gulp of beer from the glass Maura handed her, she finally answered. "No." She added as an afterthought, "I don't care if you're friends with Frost." She took another bite of her pizza and stared into the space in front of her.
Maura didn't leave Jane's side, forgetting that standing right over someone after one's errand of beer fetching was complete could be considered odd, off, and creepy. She just wasn't finished yet with her appraisal of Jane's visible cues to emotional status. The angle wasn't right, though. Standing over Jane gave her a good view of the top of the darker woman's head, but not much facial detail. She bent over a little, then decided just to drop into a dainty, knees-together squat so she could more clearly see and discern whatever she was missing. At length, she touched Jane's chin with her fingers, pulling gently to turn the other woman's head in her direction. "But you don't want us to become best friends," she said, testing Jane's reaction to see if she was correct. "Am I close?" On anyone else, that question would have been a taunt, or a flirtation, or... something. On Maura, it was exactly what it looked and sounded like, a desire to ascertain the correctness of her assessment.
With a final swallow, Jane finished her pizza slice as her eyes came to a rest on Maura's probing expression. She swallowed hard as she tried to think through the fog that her friend's touch was eliciting. "Maura," her tone had a slight edge of warning to it. "You can be friends with whoever you want to be friends with." She reached up and gently pulled the doctor's hand from her face. "I just," she looked at their now clasped hands as they landed in Jane's lap. "I'm not sure this is where I want to go, Maur." Frowning, her eyebrows pulled together in concentration, the detective searched for the right words. "I don't know why, but, when I see Frost trying to get closer to you, it really bugs me. I'm not like that with Korsak or Frankie. But, Frost, he... he's... there's just something about it. You know?" She pulled her hand away and ran the tips of her fingers over her forehead. "I don't know what's wrong with me, honestly. I want you to have friends, Maur. I think it's good that you want to have them. It's healthy... normal even."
Maura's face remained a mask of confusion for a long moment as she sorted through what information Jane seemed willing to give to her. There was more, much more, that she could sense beneath the plain meaning of the detective's words, but she wasn't accustomed to looking for it. Her attention began slowly, annoyingly, to be caught by smaller and smaller details. It wasn't like tunnel vision, in which only one small part of her vision was available to her; more like, one after the other, tiny things took on extra significance and demanded her attention, as if the world had suddenly become more sharply defined, all edges crisp, everything standing out in sharp relief. Nothing was allowed to fade or soften. It was, in fact, very much like being at a crime scene or in the midst of a particularly interesting autopsy, when everything was important because she did not have enough information to know what was or wasn't valuable, so everything had perforce to catch her eye and be noted. She shifted so that she stood on her knees, and since Jane sat on the couch, their heights were almost exactly what they would be if both were standing. Jane's words buzzed around in her mind, but there was too much data, or more likely not enough, for her to know which were significant. Though she'd been rebuffed before, Maura raised a hand to try and get Jane to face her fully again. "More data," she murmured, no doubt part of some much more verbose request that her mind had formed without nearly enough help from her mouth when it came to expressing it.
In the midst of Jane's internal moment of angst, hearing Maura request more data was so out of place she couldn't help but laugh. "Maura, really?" She shook her head, a smile still curving the edges of her mouth. "I don't know what to tell you, honestly. I think Frost clicks on my jealous nerve, maybe?" She shrugged, allowing Maura to keep her hand on Jane's face. "I don't know. If I knew, I could fix it, and then we wouldn't be sitting here talking about what's wrong with me. We would both be on the couch watching NCIS." She let out a sigh of resignation. "Maur, look, I'll try to get my act together. I want you and Frost to be friends. He's my partner, and you're my... well, you know how I feel about you. So, yeah, I want you two to get along. I'm really sorry, Maura. I don't know why I'm acting up. I promise I'll be good. Now, can we please eat pizza, drink beer, and watch NCIS? I've been trying to catch up."
Maura's lips pursed, but she acquiesced to Jane's request and rose to her feet, whereupon she smoothed her skirt, sat down close enough to Jane to reach the pizza box easily, and settled in to watch one of their shared pleasures. The fact that it was a rerun detracted from neither woman's enjoyment, since they'd been out on a case the first time the episode had run, months and months previously. As the camera panned over a scene in a bar, Maura commented on the various drinks people were enjoying, but was silenced at the sight of the lounge singer, a shapely derriere, a tanned and bare back, curly dark hair, a voice of liquid sex, and then... "Oh, my God, is that Agent David?" Even the extra cheese, drooping dangerously off the end of her pizza slice, went suddenly ignored. "I... had no idea she could sing."