Jane used every ounce of her willpower to keep her brow from furrowing and her fists from balling up at her sides in jealousy. "Okay, then, Maura, you two can go without me tonight. Just talk to Frost about it, I'm sure he's game. He loves diner food."

Maura smiled widely, thoroughly pleased. "Really?" she asked hopefully. Saying no would have broken Jane's heart.

"Really."

"I'll tell Barry at breakfast!" Maura stated happily, practically bouncing over to Jane and giving her a tight squeeze of a hug.

"Awesome," Jane muttered as Maura practically skipped down the hallway. She rubbed her hands haggardly over her face. Then she left her room and trudged down to the kitchen.

"Snap, Jane, what happened to you?" Frost asked when she sat down beside him with only a muffin on her plate.

"Nothing," she answered morosely, picking away at the paper. Maura erupted into the kitchen at that moment, heading straight for the bowl of fruit, while Jane obviously kept her eyes well away from her friend's figure.

"Something happen between you two?" His voice dropped a couple octaves.

"No."

"So nothing happened between you two?"

"Right."

His silence was clearly skeptical, but he let the matter drop as the doctor came to the table.

"So, Barry," Maura began, excitement permeating every word. "Jane has a thing tonight, but I'd be happy to accompany you for surveillance," Maura offered, waiting impatiently for his response.

"Um, okay?" Frost agreed, uncertainly as he surveyed his parabatai. "What thing do you have?" he directed the question at Jane.

"Favour. No big deal." She answered shortly, tearing her muffin apart but not actually consuming it.

Frost glared at her, torn between wanting to rebuke her for the crappy answer and wanting to chasten her for faking eating, but he did neither. He'd get the whole story out of her later, while Maura was disposed somewhere else. He'd find a way to get Gio and Frankie on that detail as soon as he could get away from the two subjects in question.

Jane's mood didn't improve over the day, and she took full advantage of the quiet required for her research work to remain sullen for the better part of the day. Finally around four o'clock in the afternoon, after another meal lacking in Jane's consumption of actual food, Frost put his plan into action.

Giovanni and Frankie knocked on the library door, after slicing playing rock, paper, scissors to decide who had to bite the bullet. Giovanni lost, so he showed Maura his deeply cut arm and asked if his arm might snap in half now, or if all his tendons would ever return should he use an iratze and idiotic questions like that.

Maura, of course wanting to be of assistance went off with them immediately to the infirmary to further inspect the wound and offer any guidance she could think of about the injury.

Frost snuck into the library after the three had taken their leave and sat down across from Jane, face set in his 'all business, I will take none of your bullshit today' mode.

"Spill," he commanded, leaning forward onto his elbows and staring relentlessly at Jane's eyes when she refused to meet his gaze.

Finally she couldn't take it anymore and lost the competition. "Nothing to spill, Frostie."

He snorted. "Clearly something happened. Just tell me so we can fix it and move on with our lives, Jane."

"Nothing, Frost! She has a date tonight while you two are on surveillance duty is all. It's nothing; no big deal."

"Aww, Jane," Frost said sympathetically. "I'm sorry, buddy."

She chuckled humourlessly. "It's fine. I'm fine. I don't even know what you're hinting at."

He gave her his knowing look, "Clearly you do, or you wouldn't have phrased your response like that."

She wrinkled her nose in distaste. "When did you get so smart?"

"Learned from the best," he smiled, nudging her with his knuckles.

She sighed deeply and her face took on a look of resignation. "It's fine, Frost. I'll get over it. No way in hell am I putting myself through the rejection, nor my family through the rumours. No fucking way." She promised both herself and Frost. "You know how our kind views it. I can't. I won't."

He was shaking his head before she'd even finished. "We don't go to Idris often enough for that to be a contributing factor to your decision, Jane. And you know that we'd all still love you and want you with us. I mean, it might take some of us more time than others, but we'd all get there and support you." He squeezed her arm. "Seriously though, the doc totally has the hots for you. She looks at you like the fricking sun shines out of your every orifice. She wants you man, she just may not know it yet."

Jane chuckled reluctantly at Frost's conjured imagery. "Shut up."

He drew his finger over his heart in an 'x'. "I swear to God, Jane, no lies. That woman wants to get her hands all over you and-"

"Who wants to do what to Jane?" Maura asked from the doorway, paused halfway through walking through it when she'd caught that last bit of the conversation.

"Nothing," Jane covered hastily. "Frost just thinks he's funny."

"I'm hilarious," Frost argued, playing along.

Maura nodded seriously and went to sit beside Jane. Frost winked at Jane, trying to use Maura's choice of seating as further proof. She rolled her eyes at him as Maura contributed, "I'm certain the level of Barry's hilarity is more than acceptable, Jane."

"Yeah, Jane, listen to Maura." Frost echoed, smirking mischievously. "Anyway, have you ladies decided where we're all going tonight?"

Jane looked visibly relieved when Frost did allude to anything else. "So far it's looking like the same places would be our best bet. We could rotate though, but I suggest we return to the same ones, maybe build up a repertoire with the regulars, get to know the bartenders and servers, get information that way too if we need it, you know?" Jane suggested, closing the book in front of her with a loud clap and leaning back in her chair.

Frost nodded, "Yeah, I agree. It makes more sense that way. So Maura and I will head back to O'Doyle's, then?"

Maura nodded enthusiastically. "We could get there earlier tonight, seeing as how we're not waiting for certain things to get through to Idris."

"That's not a bad idea. Yeah, we can head over around six or even five maybe."

Jane perked up a little at Frost's words. "Yeah, hey, I could still come with you guys for a bit until I have to go."

It hadn't seemed possible that Maura's smile could get any bigger once realising she could have several extra hours with Dennis, but upon hearing that Jane could accompany them at least for a bit, that's exactly what it seemed to do. "Great!" She said.

Frost smirked at Jane, but echoed Maura's sentiment, "Yeah, it's great."

"I'll go get ready and call Dennis and then we can go!" Maura exclaimed happily, quickly deserting her seat and disappearing through the doorway yet again.

The silence was loaded for a moment until Jane asked, "So, did you really need to get one of them to injure themselves like that?"

Frost chuckled. "It was the only thing we could both think of and agree on. I think they might have a bit of a crush on your doctor anyhow, the way they were fighting about who'd get to be the victim."

Jane gave him a sour look complete with narrowed eyes. "Not funny, Frost."

"Who's laughing?" He countered seriously. He shook his head in mock surrender. "Let's just go and get ready, shall we? Before Maura leaves without us."

Jane caught his arm before he managed to stand all the way upright. "Have we run all the checks on this guy? I don't want anything to happen to her, she's our responsibility now."

Frost actually had the audacity to roll his eyes at her. "Of course I did. I'm surprised you didn't ask me to the night we met the guy, but I did it anyway." He shrugged. "He checks out, nothing major in any book or file. He seems clean."

"Hrumph," Jane said, disgruntled. "Well, let's still be careful. He gives me an uneasy feeling."

Jane stood up and Frost put his hand on her shoulder, lowering his head to look her straight in the eye. "Are you sure that's not just jealousy because he's got your girl?"

She kicked him in the shin on her way out of the library.

"Hello Dennis, it's Maura." Jane stopped in her tracks outside the door.

"I'm well thank you, I'm sorry it took me so long to return your call but I had to figure out my plans for the evening." She really should just walk past and move on with her life, but she couldn't.

"I'll be at O'Doyle's again tonight if you wanted to drop by and see me. I know the sun doesn't go down until about eight, but after that works for me. I'll probably be there until about the same time as last time." Oh yeah, no way in hell was Jane moving now. She was rooted inexplicably to the spot.

"Excellent. I look forward to seeing you again, too, tonight." It was impossible. She could hear the freaking smile in Maura's voice. Her feet became unglued from the floor and she dashed into her own room before she could possibly be found eavesdropping outside the blonde's door.

She leaned heavily against the wall once she'd closed the door. Don't even, Rizzoli, don't you dare fucking even. You do not fancy that woman. You do not find her aesthetically pleasing nor attractive. You don't want to kiss her and you don't want to hold her hand in the park. The only reason you're reacting like this is because he's a fucking vampire and that is literally flirting with death. You're just concerned for her well being. That's it. That is fucking it. Don't you dare think otherwise or you're going to be in for a world of hurt you sorry fucker.

It was amazing how much better she felt after tearing into herself. A certain calm pervaded every atom of her being after that little rant, and she noted it was much easier to breathe now.

The thought of being a vampire's arm candy herself tonight was a bit off putting, but she'd agreed to not wearing Shadowhunter gear and that didn't leave her a lot of acceptable clothing options. As much as she detested dresses, from the looks of her closet, they seemed to really be the only possible route she had left.

She plucked a simple black one from its hanger and held it up against her body. Somehow she managed to keep from grimacing at the sight. Frost and them are going to have an absolute field day with this. And if Ma sees me…

Knocking at her door took her by complete surprise, and she shoved the garment away from her as if it burned her. She turned to the door and opened it, fully expecting it to be Maura or Frost or, hell, even Frankie. She wasn't expecting Tommy to be on the other side, nervously rubbing his neck.

"Oh, hey Jane."

She just stood there, waiting for him to explain his presence.

"Um, so we haven't talked since I came back," he trailed off wondering if his sister would say anything. She didn't. He pressed on. "I know it's been a while, and I'm sure I'm rusty. But I was just wondering if you'd have it in you to help me train back up again? If I'm going to really become one of you guys, I need to get back into it."

"You were never into it, Tommy, that's why you ran away."

She watched her brother flinch at the jab, but he made no move to defend himself. "Yeah. But I've got to do what I've got to do, Jane, to protect my – to protect my family."

"We were your family."

His expression is pained. "I know that. I know I let you all down when I left and I know you haven't forgiven me for it, maybe you never will. I'm just asking you to help me stay alive out there. One rusty move and I'm a goner, Jane. I wanna be there for my kid growing up. I don't wanna be like Pop."

She sighed at the honesty in his voice. "Fine. But not tonight. Tomorrow. Spend tonight with your family and be in the training room before breakfast tomorrow. I don't want you puking on me."

He wrinkled his nose at her choice of visual but nodded. "Thanks, Jane." He said and walked away.

She sighed and let the door close by itself before picking up the black dress from the crumpled pile floor. She shed her regular clothing and pulled the dress on, hating to admit even to herself that the fabric felt lovely against her skin.

"Jane are you - oh," Maura's voice came from the doorway. The doctor was looking beautiful in a blazer and skirt, Jane couldn't help but notice. She knew she looked like a deer in a headlights, but she couldn't wipe the look off her face.

"I never knew you owned a dress, Jane! You look gorgeous," Maura complimented, raking her eyes up and down Jane's stunning figure. The Shadowhunter fought a blush and smiled shyly.

"Thanks, Maur. I don't have a lot of in between clothes. It's either fancy or it's fighting gear."

Maura nodded appreciatively, "Well, you certainly pull off the fancy. Casey is a lucky guy."

Jane snorted. "He's just a vampire. He gets this favour from me, I get a favour from him and those kinds of things make our little world keep calm and carry on."

"Really?" Maura asked, as if this were a new concept. "Well, if you ever need me to do you any favours, then you just let me know."

Jane gulped audibly as her imagination launched into over drive. She shook her head violently, until she felt Maura's concerned gaze upon her. She blushed. "Sorry. Couldn't shake the impulse," she lied. Maura's gaze turned skeptical but no more questions were asked upon the subject.

"Shall we?" She inquired, voice bright and eyes shiny.

Jane grabbed her pair of high heels from under her bed and nodded, slipping them on her feet. "Yeah, let's go."

They met Frost downstairs, and Jane pre-emptively struck, "Say a word and I swear to God you won't be entertaining any ladies for at least a month."

He threw his hands up in surrender, but the smirk on his face was one of complete entertainment. "Alright, alright, I was just going to say that you look lovely. Maura."

Jane slapped the back of his head. "Very funny."

"What?" He asked, indignant. "She's looking very fine. Don't you think, Jane?"

Oh. Loaded question. Jane thought that Frost should learn how to play chess.

"Yeah, she looks great. Can we go now?" She walked past him and out the front door, purpose pushing her steps.

"Is she alright?" Maura asked, noting the rushed answer.

Frost shrugged. "Is she ever?" he answered cryptically, and then followed his partner out the door.

When they arrived, the bar was almost empty, at least in the human portion. Frost handed over the new code and they went into the back.

Though not as busy as it had been the other night, it was busier than the front. The same pixie waitress came by with menus and they set up shop in another booth, though on the opposite side of the bar.

They watched the seemingly regulars waltz in and trade handshakes and hugs with the staff. Jane ordered a different kind of beverage for Maura that evening, whereas she and Frost stuck by their regular orders in places like this.

Gradually the place filled up and the three of them placed their food orders, this time with Jane opting for the human menu of a greasy double bacon and cheese burger with a side of 'genuine Canadian' poutine.

"I highly doubt that's really Canadian, Jane," Maura commented as she handed her menu over to the pixie.

Jane shrugged. "S'not the point. The point is the glorious golden brown of fries covered in cheese and drenched with gravy." She shivered with anticipation. "It's the most beautifully delicious heart attack on a plate I've ever had the pleasure of bearing witness to."

Frost was stifling his laughter at her over the top, exultant tone, while Maura gazed at her like she'd grown a third eye.

Rolling her eyes, Jane said, "Maur, we're Shadowhunters. We don't generally live long enough to die from high cholesterol or high blood pressure. Don't even."

Maura glared at the Shadowhunter, but remained quiet. She zeroed in on an accessory she'd never seen on the brunette before. "Is that a watch?"

Jane glanced down at her wrist and then back up at Maura. "Yeah…" she answered uncertainly, like it was a trick question.

"Why do you have a watch? I've never seen you wear one before." Jane could practically see the pout forming on Maura's lips.

"Downworlder bar, time moves differently, remember? If I wanna get to the thing on time, I need to have an alarm for it or else it'll be 2am and there goes my chance for a vampiric favour."

Frost looked up and gestured with his chin at the entrance. "Speaking of things…"

Both the women turned to look at the door, Maura with that fluttery feeling back in her stomach, and Jane with a solid tonne of lead holding her firmly to the seat.

Their food arrived just as Dennis reached their table.

They traded pleasant greetings, and indulged in what Jane decided was ridiculously mundane small talk chit chat. She finished her burger quickly though, and tried her best not to ignore Dennis as much as she wanted to.

Thankfully, she was saved by the bell. Her alarm went off and she made fast excuses, almost glossing over a departing word for the vampire.