I will warn that this chapter is pretty much just fluff. There's some angst coming in the next chapter. But who doesn't love some Rizzles fluff?

And, as if you needed reminding, I don't own this incredible show.

"What can I get you to drink?"

"Coffee please."

"Decaf."

"Hey, do I tell you what to order?"

"You were telling me on the way over here that if I wasn't going to have a burger I should at least try the fries. And if you were to consume caffeine at this hour it would likely negatively affect your sleep schedule."

"Is that your expert medical opinion, Doc?"

"Yes, yes it is."

Jane rolled her eyes but nevertheless nodded toward the pad in the waitress's hand. "Decaf it is, then."

"And for you?"

"Iced tea, please. No lemon."

"A decaf and a tea, no lemon. They'll be right out."

The waitress left Jane and Maura at their booth by the window, the only patrons aside from an older man on a barstool and a strung-out looking young man in a booth in the corner.

Jane reached across the table to lightly punch Maura in the arm. "Tea has caffeine in it!"

"Not a significant amount!" Maura replied defensively, flinching and batting away Jane's arm.

"'Significant amount' my-"

"Language, Jane."

Jane simply stuck her tongue out in response.

"Alrighty. A decaf coffee for you and an iced tea, no lemon, for you. Anything else I can get you?" The two seated women shook their heads. "Okay, do you two know what you'd like to order?"

"Yeah, I'd like a cheeseburger and fries."

"Mustard, mayo, lettuce, tomato, onion?"

"No mayo. But otherwise, yeah."

"Okay. And for you?"

"I'd like a house salad."

"Dressing?"

"Lite ranch?"

"Can do."

Jane gave Maura a strong look. 'C'mon, the fries?'

Maura gave Jane a look that clearly said 'no.'

'C'mon, you told me what to order with the coffee!'

'Really?'

'Really.'

'No!'

The waitress watched the exchange with a bemused expression. "Will that be all?"

"Yes, it will." Maura replied with a pointed look to Jane.

"Okaaay." The waitress took the order to the back with an expression on her face that screamed 'they're crazy'.

"Maura!" Jane whined.

"If you'd like me to try them so much then just let me try one of yours."

"But then you'll want them all. I promise, they're that good."

"I'll take your word for it."

Jane simply rolled her eyes. "So where were you before you got the job?"

"I had an internship in Washington DC. My mentor consulted with the FBI."

"Like Bones! So you'd be Zach."

"I don't know what that means."

"On second thought, you're more like Bones."

Maura turned her head ever so slightly in confusion. "Are you comparing me to a skeleton?"

"No, Bones is a character. She's a forensic oncologist or whatever-"

"I highly doubt she's a forensic cancer specialist."

"You know what? Never mind."

"What-?" Maura was interrupted by the arrival of the food.

"Yum! Maura, you have to try these fries."

"Did you know that French fries actually originate in Belgium? In French they're called les frites."

"Fascinating. Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way."

"The hard way?"

"Maura, I tackled a naked guy on my first day on the job. I've broken a chair over the head of a meth-crazed gangbanger. I think I can get you to eat a French fry."

"Fine, the easy way." Maura conceded, but not without a bit of a pout.

Jane simply grinned and held out a French fry. Instead of taking it from her like Jane expected, Maura leaned forward, narrowly

avoiding getting dressing on her blouse, and took a bite of French fry from the detective's hand. Jane watched mesmerized as Maura's mouth closed around the little stick of potato and as she chewed slowly, savoring the taste. The same perfectly glossed lips that had looked beautiful speaking French. Those lips looked so perfect, so kissable.

The thought surprised Jane, but she pushed it away to confront another time.

"Jane! You were right, these are delicious!"

"What did I say?" Jane gloated, trying unsuccessfully to bat Maura's hand away from her plate before the laughing woman nabbed a couple more.

"Hey, I said you were right."

"Damn right, I'm right!" Jane grinned, and Maura stared for a moment and forgot about the fact that she had waived the waitress over.

"Yes?"

"Oh, sorry. Could I get another order of these fries please? Thank you."

"Sure thing. Just a few minutes."

"What did I tell ya?"

"Quit gloating." Maura and Jane shared a tender smile, but were soon interrupted by their fries.

"Thank you."

"Sure thing. Anything else?"

"Actually, yeah. Do you serve milkshakes?"

"Yeah, chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla."

"I'd like chocolate please."

"Just a minute."

After the waitress left Jane scolded "Really, Jane? A chocolate milkshake?"

"Yes, Maura. A chocolate milkshake. I happen to like chocolate milkshakes. One of the perks of being an adult is having dessert when you want it. And besides, you're helping me with it."

"Oh, I am?"

"You don't want to try the hard way with a milkshake."

The two women ate up, quickly finishing their respective entrees and moving on to feeding each other French fries and sometimes, often, tossing them at each other.

"Ooh, I have an idea for the milkshake." Jane hopped up and nabbed something from the bar.

"I hope you plan on being more careful with the ice cream than with the fries."

"Yes, we're going to toss ice cream at each other. It'll be just like a fat guy's favorite porno."

"I'm hoping that was sarcasm."

"Yes, Maura, that was sarcasm. Now you know that 50s cliché with the guy in the letter jacket and the girl in the poodle skirt and they're drinking from the same milkshake with bendy straws?"

"Not really, but you've described it well enough."

"Well, we're going to do that. Come on!" Jane stuck the two straws she'd collected into the milkshake and started sucking on one. Maura adjusted the positioning of her straw and leaned in to join Jane in enjoying the milkshake. Both women were grinning ear-to-ear, two inches apart.

From the door of the kitchen the waitress said "Aw, what a cute couple." to the cook. The older man at the bar grumbled something about 'overrunning Massachusetts with their flags and their pride and their rainbows'. The crackhead in the corner snapped a few pictures with his phone.

"You know, in the fifties actions such as these were indicative of relationship status."

"English, please."

"Doing this would've broadcasted us as dating."

"Oh yeah, I didn't think about that." Jane paused to contemplate the idea briefly. "I'd be the guy though."

"Jane, that is such a cliché!"

"It's true! Besides, can you see me in a poodle skirt?"

"No, I suppose not." Maura acquiesced, laughing at the mental image. "Wanna see something cool?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

Maura picked the cherry out of the mound of whipped cream on top of the milkshake and held it out to Jane, who took the small fruit off the stem with her teeth and ate it. Maura then popped the stem into her mouth. Jane laughed at the odd faces Maura was making for a few moments, then Maura stuck out her tongue with the cherry stem on it, tied in a knot.

"Maura, how'd you do that? That is so cool! My brothers and I used to try to do that, but we'd just end up chewing them to a pulp."

Maura simply removed the stem from her tongue and smiled, holding the knot out to her tablemate who took it to get a closer look.

"You sure have a talented tongue, Doc."

Maura blushed. "It just takes practice."

Jane studied it for another moment. "You had to have cheated."

Maura was indignant. "Did not! You saw me-"

"Did too! There's no way you could do this" She held out the stem "that fast" she snapped "with your tongue." She smiled and tossed a French fry at Maura, then reached for the milkshake while still peering at the stem in amazement.

"Jane!" Maura shrieked, attracting the attention of the other patrons.

"What? What's wrong?"

"You got it down my shirt!"

Yeah. I went there. Or rather, Jane did. I tried to tell her to be more careful where she was chucking those things, but nooooo

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