Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed/favourited, I really appreciate the feedback :D I want to add on a chapter involving Jane and The Dress but, until I do, here's a very short little scene based on a Twitter!Jane post about Maura's paybacks (:
Jane sauntered over to her desk on Friday morning, cup of coffee in hand. She'd resolved things with Maura over dinner and wine at The Robber the previous night and her debt with the medical examiner was to be paid on Monday.
The things I do to keep her happy, Jane thought as she reached out to pull back her chair. To her surprise, the chair didn't budge. She rested her paper cup on her desk as she leant down to determine the problem, and could hardly believe her eyes.
She was greeted by the sight of paperclips. Lots and lots of paperclips linked together in a makeshift chain, securing her chair tightly to her desk.
"Wow, doc, I didn't know you had it in you," she mumbled. "God, there must be like a thousand paperclips down here!"
"Two thousand three hundred and fourteen, to be exact."
Jane straightened up from her position and turned towards the familiar voice in only partial disbelief.
"Really, Maura?" she deadpanned.
Frost let out a snort of laughter as he peeked out from behind his computer screen, but quickly went back into hiding when he received the Rizzoli glare. Maura had a smug-but-trying-to-appear-sweet-and-innocent smile on her face.
"I suggested the idea in jest, but Frost thought it was brilliant. He even provided me with the paperclips necessary to complete the task."
If Frost tried to sink any lower in his chair he was going to end up on the ground. But, thankfully, Jane ignored him. She presented Maura with a tight-lipped smile, not a dimple in sight.
"Okay, fine, you got me. That was a good one, Maura. Now we're even."
"Oh, no, no, no!" Maura shook her head emphatically. "What I've done here is mildly irritating. What you did to me yesterday, Jane? That was humiliating. The deal's still on. So keep your weekend free, we've got a dress to purchase!"
With that, Maura turned and walked away, confidence in every step. She looked like a runway model as she stepped into an elevator, gleaming hair bouncing and hips swaying in a form-fitting dress.
Jane sighed, running a hand through her messy curls. But she was hard-pressed to keep a proud, dimpled smile from her face as she bent down to undo the M.E.'s handiwork.