This idea came to me while writing All that Matters and now I can't let it go. Comedy is probably my favorite genre yet I've never written it. I finally feel like I've got a good idea so now I'm going for it. This chapter is a little on the short side, mostly I want to gauge interest. If you like this concept, please tell me. And if you have any suggestion for what you'd like to see, tell me those too! This story doesn't have a set path yet so I'm open to ideas.

Obvious disclaimer, I don't own or am involved with any of the companies I mention below! It's all in good fun.

Out for Delivery

Chapter 1

by Bone Structure

If you were looking for Maura Isles, you could usually find her buried in a textbook. It wasn't often that she wasn't reading, outlining, or highlighting. She was that kid in class you secretly hated because she was so damn perfect. She was the kid who didn't panic before exams and always ruined the curve. How did she have so much focus? Watching Maura Isles learn was like watching a Hawk chase a mouse. She was 100% concentration. If she decided she wanted something, she was going to get it.

But right now, Maura Isles wasn't studying. Instead, her eyes glossed over the web page open on her computer screen. She currently had five tabs open: one for her Gmail account, another for the Boston Cambridge University homepage, and three for Amazon.

It wasn't that Maura was particularly in need of anything. Maura was well off and in terms of material possessions, she already owned a bit more than she could handle. Regardless, somehow she kept finding herself clicking through pages on Amazon, as the suggested items on the side of each page took her further and further into the depths of the Amazon warehouse. Every day she was more and more amazed at how varied their stock was.

Online shopping was a welcome distraction from her studies. While most kids were nursing their hangovers, Maura had just spent a solid six hours of her early Saturday morning in the library, hunched over her anatomy textbook, occasionally highlighting and making flash cards to test herself with later. She left the library sometime after 7pm, cursing at the sky because the sun had already gone down. This was a regular occurrence in her life. She had spent yet another day wasting away in the library without any sunlight.

The bright background light of her laptop was no replacement for the sun, but it certainly did make Maura happy. It all started two month ago when Maura realized she needed new yoga pants. Her favorite pair had embarrassingly ripped in the middle of class, right at the crotch no less, during Warrior pose. Mortified, Maura went home that day determined to buy another pair of the same kind. She had several other pairs from different companies but none of them made her ass look as good. So she resolved to buy them again before the company stopped producing them. She bought five (in different patterns and colors of course).

After the yoga pants, it was new charger for her phone. Then shampoo, batteries, tampons... Maura knew she could have just walked a couple blocks to the store to get those things, but that wasn't as satisfying. She comforted herself with the reasoning that they were all cheaper on Amazon anyway.

It was innocent enough at first, it was all stuff she genuinely needed. But it didn't take long for that to change. She had Amazon Prime and it was easy to fall in love with the joys of two-day shipping. Practically anything she wanted she could have in just a couple of clicks and 48 hours. Surfs boards, jackets, a new water bowl for her pet tortoise. So what if it was the middle of winter and she hadn't gone surfing in years? She would use it this summer, she promised.

Everything and anything she wanted, she could have it sitting on her doorstep.

Maura opened up a new tab and made her way to the UPS website. She pasted her tracking number, which she had just copied from her email, into the little box on the side. "Out for delivery" were the words that made Maura grin. Her package had left the UPS center several hours ago. She expected it should arrive soon.

As if Maura's life had transformed into a bad romantic comedy, suddenly the door bell rang. Maura practically ran from the couch to the door, not giving the UPS man a chance the ring the bell a second time.

But it wasn't a UPS man at the door.

"Hey, I need your signature right here."

Maura looked up at the UPS woman who was unceremoniously passing over her electronic tracker and stylus.

"I've never had a woman deliver my packages before," said Maura bluntly as she took the device from the delivery woman's hand. "It's a very male dominate profession."

"They don't usually hire girls to do the routes," the delivery girl shrugged. Her voice was rough and rather deep, which surprised Maura. She was tempted to ask if the woman was sick or if she was a regular smoker. Remembering how poorly it went the last time she tried to diagnose someone in a social setting (apparently it was rude to tell someone they might have a rare, undiagnosed genetic disorder!), she opted not to.

Finishing her signature, Maura passed back the tracker, looking up at the delivery girl to make eye contact. It was then that she got a really good look at the woman.

She was undeniably, unquestionably hot as fuck.

Maura didn't know why the attraction was so immediate but the woman in the tan UPS jacket was one fine human specimen. Maybe it was the way the woman's curly hair was wildly falling out from under her UPS cap and framing her face, or the way the UPS colors highlighted her olive skin, but damn, she was gorgeous.

"Here you go." The delivery girl passed the box, that she had tucked between her legs, over to Maura.

While Maura was distracted thinking about much she wanted to be between the other woman's legs, the UPS worker managed to walk all the way back to her truck, which was (illegally) parked in front of Maura's house.

"Thank you!" Maura managed to shout when the girl was just about to open the door to her truck. The girl looked back. She gave Maura a quick wave as she stepped up into the vehicle.

It was then that Maura Isles realize how right was before. She rushed over to the couch to start up a new Amazon order. She really could have anything she wanted at her doorstep.