I don't own them, but they're a lot of fun to play with.

Rationality was overrated, Maura Isles decided as she watched Jane Rizzoli bend over the pool table to line up her shot.

For the last two hours, Maura's brain ran a second track that catalogued each of Jane's movements and its effects on Maura. The early results were definitive sexual arousal and probable emotional attachment.

Jane finished her turn, and expected Maura to make some comment. When she didn't, Jane looked over at her. She recognized Maura's analysis face and wondered which poor sucker was being deconstructed by Maura's oversized brain. Maura wasn't focused on anyone, and Jane took a few long strides to their booth and snapped her fingers in Maura's face, startling her.

"What? Oh, I'm sorry. Did you sink the six?"

"Nope, missed by a foot," Jane answered cheerfully and picked up her beer. "You feelin' all right?"

Maura flushed and stood up. She walked to the pool table and analyzed the layout before lining up her shot. She ran the table effortlessly, stood up, and smiled at Jane.

"Pool shark," Jane grinned at her.

"Simple mathematics," Maura answered. "Do you wish to lose again?"

"No smart ass, I'm perfectly happy just sitting and drinking. You're the one who wanted to shoot pool."

Maura returned her cue to the wall before returning to their booth. "I believe you owe me a drink."

"Yeah, that was the deal." Jane slid out of the booth.

As she approached their booth with a drink for each of them, Maura was wearing her analysis face again, except this time, it was pointed at her. "What'd I do?" Jane asked resignedly as she put their drinks down. When Maura hadn't answered by the time she was seated, Jane prompted, "Well?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Maura finished her old drink and moved the empty glass aside.

"You," Jane pointed at her, "were looking at me," she turned the finger toward her own chest, "with the 'she's going to develop some horrible disfiguring disease' face."

"I have a 'she's going to develop some horrible disfiguring disease' face?"

"You do, and I get nervous when you point it at me."

"To the best of my knowledge, you are in excellent health and at little risk of acquiring Mycobacterium leprae or Mycobacterium lepromatosis."

"What? Never mind. Don't analyze me."

"I was not analyzing you."

"Right." Jane finished her drink and started on the new beer. "Whaddya wanna do next?"

"Go home, I believe. It's nearly midnight."

"It's Friday, and we have the weekend off."

"I'm aware of that."

"And you still wanna go home?"

"I believe so."

"You feelin' all right?"

"Quite well, thank you. Care to join me? I Tivo'd The African Queen."

Hepburn was hot, Bogart was great, and Maura was acting a little off, so Jane felt she should keep an eye on her. "Sure."

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