"Man, this day sucks." Jane paced the living room as she waited. "Well?"

"You know, this isn't as easy as people think. There's a lot of work in enhancing a video and getting a decent still from it. I can't just wave some magic wand and, poof, there it is." Frost rolled his eyes as he shifted on the chair in which he was perched at the dining table. His laptop buzzed quietly as he stared intently at the screen. "You're just going to have to chill, Jane. I think I might have something, but it's going to take me a little time to get it worked out."

"Cut him a break, Rizzoli," Korsak called out from the kitchen where he stood helping Angela make pasta. "We're all doing the best we can here."

"Yeah, I know. It's just," she stopped pacing to turn toward the kitchen. "What if this doesn't work? I mean, if we can't at least get a decent picture to show Fletcher, then he's not going to help us out. If he doesn't…"

"He'll help. I already told you. Fletcher's a good guy. I've known him for years, and his daughter and her wife are good friends of mine, too, Fletcher's always talking about both of them in a good way. He'll help." Korsak grinned as Angela quietly praised him on his pasta making expertise.

"Right," Jane rolled her eyes at the scene going on in the kitchen and began to pace again. "Where is Maura anyway? She was supposed to be here half an hour ago."

Frost sighed at his partner's impatience. "Paperwork?"

"She's always up to date on that stuff." The lanky brunette plucked her phone from her belt and hit the speed dial button. Waiting until the line picked up, she started the conversation with, "Where are you?"

"Hello to you, too."

She rolled her eyes. "Maura, you were supposed to be home already. Is everything okay?"

"Don't be worried, Jane. I'm fine. I decided to stop by the store and pick up a few things. Before you ask, Bass is out of strawberries, you're out of nondairy creamer, and I'm out of tea."

Jane walked to the window, peaking outside. "Maura, you didn't drive to work today. We carpooled. You're taking a cab home?"

"Yes. In fact, I was shortly going to call one."

The detective was already pulling on her blazer and grabbing her keys from where they hung. "I'll come get you."

"You don't have to…"

"I need to get out of the house." She turned to yell to the people behind her. "I'm going to get Maura. We'll be back in a bit."

"Don't be late!" Angela called from her place in the kitchen. "Your brothers and Captain Fletcher should be here in two hours."

"We'll be here, Ma!" With that, Jane stepped outside. "Can you pick up some Red Vines, too?"

"Yes. I'll see you soon."

"Bye, sweetheart."

Jane stepped into the grocery store and looked around. One hand on her hip, she again pulled her phone out. "Hey, I'm here. Where are you?"

"Candy aisle. I'll wait here for you."

Nodding, the detective clipped her phone back on her belt and quickly strode to the aisle. She stopped short when she saw a tall, blonde man leaning too closely to the doctor as she politely smiled and took a step back. As Jane watched, the man gave what some might consider a devilish smile as he stepped closer to Maura and continued to talk to her. Jane bit back a growl as she started walking toward the two.

"I've seen you here a lot," the man was saying as Jane approached. "Do you live nearby?"

Maura sighed. "This is my preferred store. I appreciate the selection they maintain, and the prices are acceptable." She glanced to her left and reached out to pull a package of Red Vines from the shelf.

"Oh, hey, you like those, too? I love those things." He grinned wider. "I normally get them when I'm at the movies or when I'm doing a marathon at home. You thinking of movie night?"

"No, not exactly." She dropped the package into the hand basket she was clutching and started to turn around but his hand on her basket stopped her.

"Would you like to have a movie night?" He continued to smile at her.

Jane stepped up behind Maura. Without a word, she wrapped her arms around the shorter woman's waist and pulled her backward into the embrace as her dark brown eyes stared down the blonde man in front of them. Her voice was low and menacing as she spoke. "Sorry I took so long. Traffic's a bitch."

"Jane," the relief was clear in Maura's voice. "I understand. I got your Red Vines." She glanced down at the basket and back up to the now bewildered man. "My girlfriend may be planning a movie night, but I suspect she's not interested in anyone's company but my own."

"You'd be right." The detective stepped back and released the honey brunette. She kept her right hand on Maura's waist as she placed her left hand on her hip, pushing back her blazer to reveal both badge and gun. Narrowing her eyes, she shot a nasty look to the blonde man. "You still here?"

"No," he said, slowly shaking his head. "I was just leaving."

"Thought so," Jane nodded as she watched him turn around and walk out of the aisle.

"Jane, that was a little rude." Despite the chastisement in the doctor's voice, Maura was blushing.

"Yeah, well, hitting on someone's girlfriend is pretty rude." Turning to face the other woman, Jane leaned down to place a demanding kiss on the doctor. "Mine," she growled as she pulled away.

"Oh, really?" One perfectly arched eyebrow rose in amusement. "When did you become so possessive, Jane?"

"Really?" The detective's hands rested on Maura's waist as she smirked down at the other woman. "Isn't that sort of like asking me when I started liking coffee?"

"Hmm," the doctor pretended to give it a moment's thought. "I see your point. For the record," she said as she stepped out of Jane's hold and started toward the registers, "I am not opposed to your possessiveness."

Jane grinned as she trotted to catch up with the other woman. "Yeah?"

"Yes, but," Maura stepped into the Express Line, ignoring the people who seemed to be watching them as Jane again stepped up behind her to wrap her arms around the doctor. "I would ask that you not hurt anyone just because they were trying to ask me out on a date. Well, don't hurt them physically at any rate."

Jane snorted. "But I can be really sarcastic and threatening?"

"Yes, that's perfectly acceptable." Maura grinned and gave the arms around her a squeeze. "Later," her voice dropped down in volume, "I'll even show you exactly how acceptable I find it."

The detective growled, lowering her head to whisper in Maura's ear, "Day. Just. Got. Better."

The end draws near!