A/N: Nothing really to say about this one. :D Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Not mine!
But This is the Best Part! -
Jane became faintly aware of something shaking her shoulder with vigorous force.
"Jane! Wake up!" You have to see this!" She heard Maura's way too excited voice, followed by silence, and then a gasp.
Jane attempted to stretch out on her couch, but the limited space, Maura, plus one Joe Friday restricted any such action. After gaining enough energy, she thumped the back of her head against the couch armrest out of frustration for her discomfort. Maura, on the other hand, couldn't be more engrossed in the television. She was perched at the edge of her seat, legs crossed and an empty bowl of popcorn resting between them.
Without ungluing her eyes from the TV, Maura reached over again and tried to shake Jane back into the world of consciousness, "Jane! This is the best part!"
"You said the same thing a few minutes ago, Maura," Jane replied, blinking her eyes open and turning her head so she could see what was getting her friend so worked up. She then swore to herself that this would be the last time she and Maura would have a full-blown movie/television show marathon, for both of their sakes. All it brought was an outrageous amount of popcorn, a sore back, and some major sleep deprivation that they would regret the following day.
"Hey, what time is it?" Jane asked, too tired to turn around and look at the clock on her stove.
In MauraLand, all that existed was the intense action being displayed onscreen – Jane's question fell upon deaf ears. Her supply of popcorn had been long since depleted, and replaced by Joe Friday who had climbed into the bowl on Maura's lap.
Maura was jerked out of her trance when Jane's foot all but rammed into her side.
"Maur! Time!" Jane demanded impatiently.
Afraid that she would miss a crucial moment in the show within in the 3.7 seconds it would take for her to turn around and relay the time to her sleepy friend, Maura waved at Jane in annoyance.
Jane's head connected with the armrest yet again, and she was forced to sit upright and angle her head awkwardly to glance at the clock.
2:46 AM. The bright red numbers glared at Jane as if to say, "HA! You'll never get enough sleep!" Jane groaned inwardly, and then kicked Maura in the side again.
When she got no response, Jane sighed. In the morning, there would not be enough caffeine in the world to keep the doctor lucid, especially if she stayed up watching TV this long. Jane gave Maura a small "We have to be at work early tomorrow" warning, made herself as comfortable on the couch as she could, and promptly fell back to sleep.