This is as close to smut as I get. Characters aren't mine. They belong to Tess Gerritsen, Janet Tamaro, Warner Brothers, TNT, and other assorted people. I get nothing from this but the fun of writing it. Do be warned, I never proof read, but I normally luck out and only miss a few things. ;-)

"You're bouncing," Frost's voice was flat and irritated. After working on the same case for over three days and still coming up with nothing, everyone was on edge. His partner's habit of becoming increasingly fidgety whenever she was irritated was annoying him more than the lack of evidence. "Go take a walk or something."

Jane's eyes were glued to the folder of information on her desk, and they remained there for a long moment even as she stopped her leg from moving. With heavy sigh, she slowly looked up from the pile of gathered and useless information. "This sucks."

Not bothering to look away from his computer screen, he nodded sagely. "Yes," his voice was still flat, "listening to you Riverdance under your desk sucks. I agree."

"Funny." She gave him a hard look, realized he was ignoring her, and went back to her file. "There's got to be something we're missing here, some little piece of evidence that we overlooked or something. The question is, what? What is it we're missing to link this to Hargrove?"

Frost shrugged. "Maybe he really didn't do it?"

"He did it." The senior detective shook her head in aggravation. "My gut says he did it. I just need to figure out how to link him to the crime scene. I know he was there that night." She glanced up, slamming a hand on her desk. "What the hell am I missing?"

"Look, Jane," Frost finally took his eyes from his computer, "why don't you take a break? You've been working this case pretty hard. Maybe, if you walked away from it, when you come back to it something will pop out at you? When was the last time you stepped out for lunch or even had lunch since this thing started?"

"I don't know," she shrugged.

"Go get lunch with Doctor Isles. This will still be here when you get back," he nodded to the folder on his desk. "Take as long as you need. I got you."

"I can't just stop working on…"

"Go." He stood up and walked to her side of the desks, pulling her blazer from the back of her chair. "I mean it. You're driving me nuts, you're not going to get anything done if you're hungry and tired, and I'm tired of listening to you try to cover up your yawns. Go get something to eat and then go take a nap. I mean it. Go."

She glared at him from her seat. "Hey," she made a grab for her blazer but he pulled it from her reach, "you forget who the senior officer is here? You can't tell me what to do, Frost. Where do you get off," she stopped herself, clearly shocked at how quickly her anger had gotten the best of her. Suddenly quiet, she pushed the papers back into the folder, closed it, locked her computer, shut the monitor off, and slowly stood up. Without a word, she took her blazer from her partner, and slipped it on. "I'll be back in a few hours."

He nodded. "I'll be here."