Hiya! So, this idea popped into my head late a few nights ago so I figured I would at least get it out onto paper. Not sure if I'll publish it but at least the idea will be out of my head. I'm thinking it'll be maybe 5 or so chapters so nothing too long.

Enjoy!

"Hey, Frost," Korsak stated as he left Lieutenant Cavanaugh's office after nearly an hour. "What's Rizzoli's favorite color?"

"Uh, black?" Frost guessed.

"Really, Frost? That's your best guess? I'm hurt!" Jane feigned insult.

"Do you know Frost's favorite color?" Korsak asked with a smirk.

"Uh, green?"

"Now I'm the one who's hurt," Frost mocked as he placed a hand over his heart.

Korsak turned his head to lock eyes with Cavanaugh and they both shook their heads at the two detectives.

"Why are you asking if we know each other's favorite colors, Korsak?" Jane asked, noting the way the two older men were making eye contact.

"Small town about an hour and a half away thinks they've got a serial," Cavanaugh said.

"What?" Jane asked, straightening up in her seat and turning to face her lieutenant. "They need our help?"

"Yea, they really do," Cavanaugh sighed. "The town hosts their own version of the Newlywed Game once a month. Broadcasts reach less than a hundred people but the town seems to be quite fond of their little game show. Couples go on the show and answer questions about each other to earn points and the couple with the most points at the end of the show gets a cheesy trophy and a weekend getaway to New York City."

"How does a serial fit into this?" Frost asked.

"According to the mayor, only three couples in the show's history have gotten scores over 3,000 points. Apparently knowing your spouse inside and out isn't as common as you'd think it is," Korsak stated. "3 weeks ago, the first couple who got over 3,000 points was found dead in their townhome. 2 weeks ago the second couple was killed in a suspicious car crash, and last week the most recent couple was found beaten in a park. New Haven has a person of interest but they can't connect him to the murders with anything other than their guts. They reached out to us specifically for help."

"So, what? You want Frost and I to earn over 3,000 points and lure this guy to us and then take 'em down?"

"That was our idea but seeing as how you two don't even know the others favorite color, we might have to think of a new idea," Cavanaugh sighed as he ran a hand over his face.

"Jane's favorite color is a nice deep purple," Maura said as she walked into the squad room with files in her hand. "Here are the reports you asked me to sign, lieutenant," she added as she handed the files to Cavanaugh.

"Thank you, Doctor Isles," Cavanaugh said as he took the reports from Maura. "Is your favorite color really purple, Rizzoli?"

"Yeah," Jane said with a shrug. "Has been since I was a kid. Just like Maura's favorite color has been sea foam green ever since she was a kid."

"It reminds me of summers on the beaches of France," Maura smiled.

Frost, Korsak, and Cavanaugh all watched as Maura walked over to Jane's desk and sat gingerly on the edge of the desk. The three men exchanged looks and smiles and Jane quickly caught on.

"No," Jane said as she stood up from her chair. "I know what you are thinking and the answer is no."

"Jane?" Maura asked, placing a hand on Jane's arm to calm her.

"Just because we know each other's favorite colors does not mean that you can send us on some newlywed undercover game show thing. No. Not when only one of us is a detective and the other can't lie," Jane ordered.

"Undercover?" Maura asked with a smile. "I could do an undercover with you, Jane."

Jane looked into Korsak's eyes and took a deep breath, shooting her former partner a death glare as she did so.

"No," Jane said again as she shook her head firmly. "We're not going undercover, Maura. I think Lieutenant Cavanaugh must have a brain injury because that is the only way to explain why he thinks sending you and I to some random little town to lure a serial killer to us is a super idea."

"Have you hit your head on anything recently?" Maura asked, standing up from the edge of Jane's desk and taking a few steps towards Cavanaugh.

"No," Cavanaugh said as he held a hand up to stop Maura from coming any closer. "Rizzoli," he said as he turned to face Jane. "I know it's not conventional but New Haven needs our help. You'd only be out a week—go film the show on a Monday, hang around the town for a few more days to do some digging and smell out anything fishy, and be home by Sunday dinner."

"I'm fine with that plan but I'm not going with Maura. I'll start learning everything about Frost and he and he and I can go on the show," Jane stated.

"If you and the doc already know everything about each other, it'd be a heck of a lot easier than trying to learn everything about me," Frost pointed out. "Plus I could use my tech skills to get the inside scoop at the studio."

"Okay, so I'll be Korsak's hot young wife," Jane suggested.

"Jane-" Korsak began before being cut off.

"You should listen to Jane's suggestions," Maura said with a forced smile. "Clearly she does not want to pretend to be married to someone like me. Younger women marrying older men is not a new phenomenon," she added. "I personally think you two make a very…interesting couple."

"Maura," Jane said turning to see Maura's attempts at hiding her pained expression.

"I'm going to head back down to the lab. Best of luck with the undercover," Maura said as she began to walk towards the elevators.

"This conversation is not over," Jane said, pointing a finger at each of the three men in the squad room before she jogged to the elevator, catching it just before it closed. "Maura," she began as she saw Maura fiddling with her necklace. "You know that the reason I'd prefer going to New Haven with Frost or Korsak has nothing to do with not thinking you're someone I'd marry."

"It's fine, Jane," Maura said. "I am a woman who has quite a few quirks that turn people off. I understand that even just pretending to be my wife would be uncomfortable."

"Mauraaaa," groaned at the doctor stepped off the elevator and began to walk to her office. "That's not why I don't want you coming with me," she said as she followed Maura into her office.

"Then what is the reason?"

"It's dangerous," Jane said simply.

"I've been in dangerous situations before," Maura pointed out as she began to organize the papers on her desk in an attempt to stop her hands from fidgeting.

"Yeah, because of me."

Maura stopped organizing the papers and turned to watch Jane sit down on her couch and run her hands over her face.

"Hoyt hurt you because you came with me to the prison that day," Jane said, keeping her head angled downward and eyes cast to the floor. "You nearly lost your leg in the reservoir because you were with me. You almost got pulled down an elevator shaft because I wasn't quick enough to piece clues together. I can't bring you into another potentially dangerous situation because I can't be the reason you get hurt again."

"Oh, Jane," Maura said softly as she sat down next to Jane and took Jane's hands in her own, grateful that she was one of the few people allowed to touch the hands Jane felt so self-conscious about. "In every one of those situations, who was there to save me? Who saw Hoyt cutting my neck and found it in them to fight to save us both? Who cut my leg open at the reservoir and ensured that I still have use of that leg today? Who led the charge into the apartment where I might have been thrown down an elevator shaft and whose arms did I find safety in before any others?"

Jane mumbled something unintelligible and Maura smiled softly.

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you. Could you repeat your answer just a bit louder?"

"Me," Jane repeated as she lifted her head to look at Maura's smiling face.

"Good work, detective," Maura chuckled. "You have saved me in every single dangerous situation we have ever been in and I am positive that, if this undercover work results in danger, you will save us just like you have saved us every other time."

"You really wanna pretend to be my wife for a week?" Jane asked, arching an eyebrow at Maura.

"If it means winning a free trip to New York City with my best friend, I suppose I can put up with you for a week," Maura shrugged.

"Hey!" Jane gasped, pulling her left hand free from Maura's to pinch her side. "What do you mean 'put up with me?' You are really mean to your wife!"

Just over a week later, Maura and Jane were loading their luggage into the back of a rental car and preparing to drive to New Haven where they would be living for the week.

"I honestly have no idea how you fit a week's worth of clothing and toiletries into one suitcase," Maura said as she loaded her second suitcase into the trunk.

"And I honestly have no idea why you need two suitcases plus a purse for a week," Jane retorted as she watched Maura close the trunk.

"Well, the first suitcase is for my daily clothes and a few pairs of shoes and the second suitcase is for toiletries, pajamas, and other assorted necessities for a trip."

"Right," Jane said as she got into the driver's seat and started the car, plugging the address of the townhome they'd be staying at into the GPS. Soon she and Maura were on the highway for their hour and a half drive to New Haven. They discussed theories on the case as well as reviewed their undercover stories before Jane began to fidget in her seat.

"What are you doing?" Maura asked as she watched Jane reach into her pocket and attempt to pull her phone out.

"My phone just vibrated so I was gonna see who it was," Jane replied as she managed to pull her phone out.

"Please tell me that you do not make a habit out of texting and driving," Maura said seriously.

"Uh, I don't make a habit out of texting and driving?" Jane said with a grimace.

"Jane!" Maura chided.

"I don't actually reply to the texts. I just read them in case it's something I need to know right away," Jane quickly added.

"Give me your phone," Maura demanded, holding her hand out and smiling when Jane begrudgingly handed it to her. "The text is from Frost," Maura stated. "He sent several videos to your e-mail from the show for us to watch before we go to the studio tomorrow so we have an idea of the types of questions they may ask us."

"Oh, yay," Jane said sarcastically. "I just love undercover homework."

"At least this undercover assignment doesn't require you to dress as a hooker," Maura smiled.

"Now that woulda been a great newlywed undercover story. The hooker and the doctor," Jane laughed. "Sounds very much like romance novels my nana used to read."

"I'm sure we could change our love story to the hooker and the doctor if you really wanted to," Maura teased. "You really pulled those fishnet stocking off better than anyone I've ever seen."

"Nope," Jane said as she shook her head quickly. "I am more than okay sticking with the idea that we're just two professors who fell in love at work. Keep it simple."

"But where's the fun in keeping it simple?" Maura asked with a smile. "Why couldn't we be Peace Corps volunteers who met while stationed in Namibia or college roommates turned lovers who have been together since we were young?"

"Maur," Jane laughed as she watched Maura's excitement from the corner of her eye. "As much as I love your imagination and your desire to deliver a riveting performance as my Namibian lesbian college roommate turned wife, I get the feeling that my performance in that category would be kinda crappy."

"I suppose that makes sense," Maura smiled. "But did you really have to describe me as Morgan, the socially awkward anatomy professor who demanded her office be the one right next to the university cadaver lab?"

"What? I thought that would be an easy character for you to get into," Jane teased.

"Jane!" Maura said, reaching over to smack Jane's arm.

"Okay, okay," Jane laughed as she tried to pull away from Maura's smacks while still driving safely. "You can be, like, the hot professor that all the horny college kids wanna do extra credit for. How's that sound? Better?"

"And you are the fiery professor that all those horny college kids are jealous of because yours is the only extra credit I will accept," Maura added with a wink.

"I am so glad that the New Haven PD thought that the only food we would need for next week would be minute rice, ramen noodles, and enough baking supplies to keep Betty Crocker in business for the next decade," Jane groaned as she opened every cupboard in their townhouse. "Don't laugh," Jane whined as she saw Maura giggling from across the kitchen. "I'm hungry!"

"I saw a farmer's market set up at the fairgrounds we passed," Maura chuckled. "We could pick up some fresh produce from there as well as stop at the grocery store for some of the staples we will need for the week."

"Are you going to get something other than rabbit food?" Jane asked as she turned to face Maura, a pout still on her face.

"Only if you're a good wife and don't complain every time that something green does get placed in the shopping cart," Maura said with a smile.

"You are having too much fun with this," Jane replied as she shook her head. "But, yes, I promise to be a good wife and only complain every other time that you put something green into the cart."

"You are impossible, Janet," Maura said, placing emphasis on Jane's new name.

"Oh, but you love me, Morgan," Jane replied with just as much emphasis before grabbing the car keys and heading back to the car. "Let's go get some food!"

They made it to the farmer's market and began to wander up and down the aisles, Maura filling her basket far quicker than Jane was filling her basket. Maura's basket was filled with a wide variety of produce while Jane stuck to what she was familiar with: granny smith apples, strawberries, and peaches. After paying for her peaches, Jane looked up to see Maura had moved to a booth several yards away selling kale. She walked over to Maura and, moving her purchases to her other arm, wrapped an arm around Maura's waist.

"Is this okay?" she whispered in Maura's ear before pressing a quick kiss to the side of Maura's head.

"Of course," Maura smiled as she allowed herself to relax against Jane's side. "I don't know why you would feel the need to ask if I am really going to purchase this gorgeous kale," Maura continued, simultaneously answering Jane's question and keeping their cover.

"She's always trying to get me to eat kale," Jane explained to the middle aged woman who was selling the kale. "I try to get out of it but she always wins."

"Good for you for keeping your girl healthy," the woman said to Maura with a smile. "I don't know why people are so afraid of kale but I'm glad there are people like you here to keep me in business."

"Oh, I do love kale," Maura smiled. "Could I perhaps have three bunches? I just found a wonderful recipe for kale chips I would love to try and your selection is just perfect."

"She's a keeper," the woman winked at Jane before handing Maura her kale.

"Oh, I know," Jane grinned as she gave Maura a soft squeeze.

"Here," Maura said as she handed the woman a $20. "Keep the change," she added as she began to walk back towards the car, Jane's arm still wrapped around her.

"I figured we should maybe be a little bit cutesy in public," Jane said softly as she pulled her arm away from Maura when they reached the car and began to load their purchases into the back seat. "You sure that's okay?"

"More than okay," Maura admitted honestly with a smile. "Let's head to the grocery store and then back home."

When they reached the grocery store, it was Maura who initiated contact by placing her hand over Jane's on the handle of the shopping cart and laced their fingers together. They made idle chit-chat as they perused the aisles in surprising comfort, Jane reaching to pick out the items she knew Maura would normally choose and Maura making sure to choose items Jane would appreciate. The domesticity of their actions didn't go unnoticed by either of the women but they simply chose to enjoy the comfort they found with each other.

"Do you want to make dinner tonight or pick something up?" Jane asked as they loaded their groceries into the trunk.

"How about we pick something up?" Maura suggested. "I know you had to get up early this morning to finalize things so I believe you would prefer a relaxing evening on the couch as we watch those videos Frost sent us and eat take-out."

"I mean, yeah, I would prefer that but what would you prefer?" Jane asked as they got into the car and started it.

"As long as we make dinner tomorrow night, I would be more than happy to enjoy take out tonight," Maura smiled.

"Alright," Jane smiled. "I saw a Thai place in that plaza by our place. You wanna try that?"

"Sure," Maura replied.

After stopping at the restaurant, Jane and Maura returned home and unloaded their groceries together before migrating to the couch with their take out containers and Jane's laptop to watch the videos of the show. They paused the videos regularly to quiz each other on what their answers would be if a particular question came up yet by 8 o'clock they had watched 5 episodes of the show, three of which were the ones their victims had won on.

"I can't believe six people were killed because they knew random details about their spouse," Jane sighed as she leaned back on the couch.

"It's horrible," Maura said sadly. "Perhaps the perpetrator is someone who has been hurt by someone they love," Maura thought out loud. "He, or she, sees these three newlyweds who are so madly in love and know everything about each other and hates them because he has never had that or maybe he once had that and it was taken from him."

"That's a really good theory, Maur," Jane smiled as she turned her neck to look at Maura. "You sure you weren't a detective in a past life?"

"It's entirely possible," Maura said. "But I always imagined that I was a baker in a past life," she added. "A baker living in France or Italy who owns a little shop with artisan goodies made with all natural ingredients."

"I can see that," Jane laughed.

"We should have ordered dessert," Maura chuckled as she felt her mouth water at the thought of baked goods. "But, since we didn't, I'm gonna go shower and put on some pajamas."

"I'll clean up out here," Jane said as she stood up and began to clear their take-out containers and glasses from the coffee table.

When Maura returned from her shower, she noticed that the living room had been cleaned of their dinner but that the kitchen was far from clean.

"Jane?" Maura laughed as she saw the baking supplies strew around the kitchen.

"Hi!" Jane greeted as she popped up from where she had been peering into the oven. Maura's laughter grew as she saw the flour on Jane's jeans and t-shirt.

"What are you doing?" Maura asked as she sat down on one of the barstools at the kitchen's island.

"You said you wanted dessert," Jane said as she pulled an oven mitt onto her hand and pulled a cookie tray from the oven, "so I made dessert," she finished as she tilted the tray slightly so Maura could see the cookies.

"I don't remember purchasing any cookie dough," Maura said as she watched Jane gently lift the cookies from the tray onto a cooling rack.

"Of course we didn't purchase any cookie dough!" Jane said, gasping dramatically. "That's just ridiculous, Maura. Buying pre-made cooking dough," she added with a shake of her head. "Blasphemy, I tell ya!"

"So, you baked?" Maura asked tentatively.

"Yup," Jane said as she placed two cookies on a small plate and slid the plate in front of Maura. "I present to you the famous Jane Rizzoli peanut butter chocolate chip cookies." Seeing the look in Maura's eyes, Jane snatched the plate of cookies back away from Maura. "You give me that look and I don't give you any cookies."

"I'm sorry," Maura laughed. "I just didn't know you baked. In all the years that I've known you I don't think I've ever had the pleasure of enjoying anything made by Jane Rizzoli."

"Actually, you have," Jane smiled as she slid the plate back to Maura.

"Really?" Maura asked as she broke one of the still warm cookies in half. "What have I eaten that—oh my gosh, Jane. These are really good!" she said, changing subject mid-sentence as she tasted the cookie for the first time.

"Don't act so surprised," Jane smiled as she began to scoop more cookie dough onto the tray for another batch of cookies. "I created this recipe when I was in high school so I've had a lot of time to perfect the recipe."

"What other Jane Rizzoli treats have I gotten the chance to try? I don't recall a time where I've seen you bake," Maura asked.

"Ya know how on every holiday we have pie? Apple and pumpkin on Thanksgiving, French silk on Christmas, cherry on New Year's, and key lime on Easter?" Jane asked.

"Yes…" Maura replied.

"Well, those are mine. I make the pies and then pass them off to ma who I told to take credit for them," Jane admitted as she set the baking tray into the oven and set the timer.

"Jane!" Maura exclaimed. "Those pies are incredible. I've asked your mother to teach me how to make them for years but she always says she would rather teach me to make cannoli. You made those?"

"Yeah," Jane confessed with a shy smile. "You aren't the only one who worked in a bakery in a past life," she added. "I didn't wanna hear family and friends make stupid comments or jokes about how my future husband will be so lucky to have a wife who can bake or that my kids will have the best birthday treats so I told ma that I'd only keep making the pies for holidays if she took credit."

"I never would have guessed that was the case," Maura said with a smile.

"Mainly because you can't guess," Jane mocked. "Oh, you gotta dip the cookies in milk!" she said as she quickly pulled the carton of milk from the fridge and poured some into a glass that she handed to Maura.

"What else don't I know about you?" Maura wondered as she dipped the other cookie in the glass of milk before biting it.

"Probably not that much," Jane replied as she poured her own glass of milk. "Which is good considering we have to kick ass on that show tomorrow."

"What if we don't win tomorrow?" Maura asked sadly. "What if another couple earns over 3,000 points and they end up dead all because we failed?"

"That's not gonna happen, Maura," Jane said as she moved to the other side of the island so she was leaning against the counter right next to where Maura sat. "You're the best friend I've ever had and sometimes I get the impression that you know me better than I know me. Which means we're gonna kick ass and win tomorrow, then stick our noses where they don't belong to figure out who our killer is, arrest this asshole, and then enjoy our prize trip to the Big Apple where you can drag me to all your fancy shops and convince me to try on a dress."

"Just one dress?"

"Maybe two if you're lucky," Jane suggested. Maura turned to look at Jane and couldn't help the laughter that escaped her. "Okay, why are you laughing at me?" Jane asked. "Because if just the image of me in a dress is making you laugh then I am totally not trying any on for you ever."

"That's not it," Maura laughed. "You just have a little blob of cookie dough in your hair."

"Really? How the hell did I get cookie dough in my hair?" Jane asked as she ran her fingers through the bottom half of her hair.

"I'll get it," Maura offered as she slid off the stool and stood in front of Jane, their bodies only a few inches apart. Maura reached up and laughed as she pulled a small bit of cookie dough from near Jane's face, setting it on the counter next to them. "I should go toss that in the trash," Maura said as she realized how close she and Jane were to each other.

"Maybe I was just saving that bit for later," Jane smiled, noticing how Maura made no attempts to move. "I'm really glad we're doing this together, Maura," Jana said, her voice softer than usual as she reached up to tuck an errant curl behind Maura's ear.

"I'm really glad, too," Maura replied in a voice just as soft.

The two women remained close, their eyes locked on each other as they allowed a bubble to envelop them and block out anything other than their bodies. Neither wanted to pop their imaginary bubble as they enjoyed a rare moment of peace their lives saw so little of.

"I'm gonna go check on the cookies," Jane announced as she quickly spun around and walked to the oven, effectively popping the bubble they had created.

"I'll go make sure the alarm clock is set," Maura said as she walked towards the stairwell, a hand coming up to her chest to try and calm her racing heart, unaware that Jane's hand was over her own heart as well.

So, the town of New Haven is totally made up so don't go to Massachusetts and expect to find a little town named New Haven cuz ya won't find it. I just liked the way New Haven Newlyweds sounded as the title of the show. Hah.

Alright, so, let me know what you think! The next chapter will see them on the show, then we'll see them kinda poking around to see who the killer might be, and then (if they win the show) we'll see their trip to New York. Only if ya'll think this is worthy of continuing, that is. :-)