And you don't wanna sleep with me...

Chapter 1: No...

Rating: T for language.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Boston Homicide Detective Jane Rizzoli and Medical Examiner Dr Maura Isles were on the way to Maura's car, arguing about Giovanni, an old classmate of Jane's.

"...okay, tell me what you have in common with him, alright? He's a blue collar Boston-Italian automechanic!"

"But so are you!... Well, except for being automechanic, and we're best friends!"

"Yes, but I'm interesting," Jane claimed. "And, you don't wanna sleep with me."

In response, Maura just cocked her head to the side, causing Jane to frown: "Do you?"

"No!" I'm not lying, Maura tried to convince herself, but she knew it was useless when she saw her Detective friend's eyebrow twitch up. "What would you do if I said yes, by the way?"

Now that was a question that caught Jane off guard. "Uhm... think you were joking?"

"Jane, you and I both know that I don't joke."

"Well, sometimes you do," the Detective defended herself. "I must've rubbed off on you." Urgh, isn't there a less suggestive way of saying this? Great way of stopping her, Rizzoli... Well, to be honest, I don't want her to change topic, I enjoy her teasing far too much... Wait, were did that thought come from?

The question went unanswered because they arrived at the crime scene and Jane's brain switched into full Detective work mode, which left little space for thinking about the Giovanni problem.

Two days later, it was Jane's and Maura's weekly sleepover. They had Chinese takeout for dinner and chatted about this and that until the M.E. mentioned that she'd run into Giovanni the day before, which made the Detective roll her eyes: "I don't even wanna know."

"Know what?"

"Look Maur, I don't care what you and Giovanni do in the bedroom as long as I don't have to hear the details!"

Maura smiled. "Relax Jane. We were just talking."

"Yeah, because talking to Giovanni is fuckin' amazing..."

"Language," Maura automatically admonished her friend while her big brain processed Jane's words. A few seconds later, the doctor's smile turned into a full-blown smirk as the proverbial lightbulb lit up above her head: "You're jealous!"

"I'm not!"

"Yes you are."

"Am not! Why the heck would I be jealous of Giovanni?" 'Cause his IQ is about as high as the temperature inside my fridge and Maura just deserves somethin' better. Question is, am I something better in this case? Maura said she just needed to get laid, and Giovanni's the one with the cock, so I guess he wins. Damnit.

"Because he'll get to have intercourse with me and you won't," Maura deadpanned, causing Jane to choke on her food: "Maura! Don't say stuff like that while I'm eating! Besides, who says I wanna sleep with you?"

"You do."

"What?!" Crap, since when is she able to read thoughts? "I've never said anythin' like that!"

"You've never said it out loud, true. But the way your body reacts whenever you're near me is obvious." With that, Maura got up from the couch and into the kitchen to throw the empty takeout containers into the bin, momentarily leaving Jane alone with her thougts.

A/N: Should I continue this? Reviews please! :)