"Jane?" Maura was clearly surprised as her friend came rushing into her office. Eyes wild, face red, and breath coming in hard inhales and exhales, it was clear something was, at the very least, bothering the detective. "What's wrong?"

"You!" Came the angry and somewhat loud response as Jane gave a two finger point to the woman sitting at the ME's desk. "You really can't let me just get the last word, can you? You just have to correct me on everything, don't you? God, Maura, it's too much. It's starting to drive me up the freaking wall!"

"I," the honey brunette blinked, trying to follow the other woman's line of thought. "I... I'm sorry," she shook her head in confusion. "I don't understand. Why are you upset? What have I don't to make you this angry? If you're referring to our email correspondence today, the only thing I did was respond to you."

"Yeah, because you always have to be right and you always have to have the last word. You're worse than Tommy!" Jane dropped her hand, leaned back on her heels, and crossed her arms. "All I wanted to do was ask you to stop messing with my desk. That's it! Suddenly, I'm getting a lecture on how disorganized I am. Really, Maura? If there was a problem with how I do my job, I think we would know by now. Don't you?"

"I never meant to imply you don't do your job well." The doctor stood, taking the few steps needed to stand in front of her friend. "You know I think you do an outstanding job. I hold you in very high regard, Jane."

Sighing, the taller woman ran a hand through her hair and rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Just once," she grumbled, "it would be nice if I had the final say on something. You know," she uncrossed her arms to make vague gestures with her hands in the air between them, "any time we do just about anything outside of work related stuff, you have the final say. In anything from how we workout to what movies we see to whether or not we go hang out at the Robber with the guys, your word is always the last. If you don't want to do it," she threw her hands upwards, "then we don't do it. God," She crossed her arms again, "You're the most demanding work wife I think anyone has ever had!"

Blinking back her emotions, Maura took a small step back. "I didn't realize you felt that way. I've never consciously tried to be domineering." A frown creased her features. "What if I openly and without question agree to the next activity you would like for the two of us to do together?"

Jane's eyebrows rose in disbelief. "Even if I suggested you wear a blended synthetic fabric and then I handcuff you to something and leave you there while I watched the game?"

"I thought you didn't use the handcuffs," Maura shot back, not missing a beat.

The detective's face reddened just a smidgen. "I wasn't being serious." She grunted. "Okay, look, I appreciate the thought, but you're missing the big picture here. My point is that you pretty much call the shots in this friendship, and I want some equality here. I don't think that's too much to ask."

"Okay," Maura nodded slowly, processing. "I can see validity in your complaint, and I'm trying to offer a suggestion on a solution so we're on a more equal footing, which is why I just made the offer I did. However, I will say it is a rather unpleasant thought to wear a blended synthetic fabric for as long as a baseball game ordinarily lasts. But, if that would make you feel as though your say is as equal in importance as mine in activities we do together, then I am willing to wear whatever you'd like."

"Really? It's the synthetic blended material that you object to?" Jane snorted, chuckling slightly. "This is why I ask you not to give me specifics about your bedroom activities. Things like this lead me to believe you're a little freaky."

"It depends on your definition of 'freaky'. One person's freaky," the doctor said with a wink, "is another person's good time."

Jane rolled her eyes. "Cute." With a sigh, she let her hands fall to her side. "Okay, so I get next shot at what we do?" Maura nodded. "Alright, then I want to spend Friday night, tomorrow night, at my place watching a Star Trek TNG movie marathon. I want to order a pizza. I want to drink soda that's not diet. I want to have Ma dogsit Jo. I want you to spend the night because a TNG movie marathon is going to run into the next day, and I don't want you to tell me all the reasons why the science in the movies is scientifically impossible." Before Maura could utter a word, she added, "AND, if you can't help yourself and you do start to tell me, I reserve the right to keep you quiet by any means I deem necessary. Do you agree with these terms?"

Maura eyed her friend suspiciously. "What type of means?"

"That's for me to know." The detective smirked, eyes daring the other woman to agree.

The doctor took the dare. "Fine, I'll pick Jo up, take her to my place, change, pack an overnight bag, and return to your place tomorrow night."

The smirk on Jane's face turned into a bright smile. "Great! Now, do you have the results on the Jenson case..."

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