There's a massive push on tumblr for this to be continued it seems. It started with the gif from the Pilot episode of Maura walking straight past Kitty (the reporter) as she says, "I'll have a statement for you later tonight, Kitty." pear-pressures reblogged with the caption They totally hooked up once.

A pic fic was burning a hole in my brain.

So there you have it. I'm not sure how long this will be. It will probably be like Fives and Sixes length (there's seriously no need for this to be something like The Nanny), maybe a little longer word count-wise. I dunno. We'll see.

Anywho, enjoy!

"Every time we're at a crime scene and reporters are there, especially that Kitty…what's her last name?"

"Vansen," Maura replies absentmindedly, eyes glued to her book.

"Yeah, every time she's there, I mean, you just tell her the same thing you tell everyone else. 'I'll have a statement for you later,'" Jane muses. "But the way you say it to her is…I dunno. Different? And the way you walk right past her is weird, too. Like you can barely be bothered to acknowledge her existence."

After a moment Maura looks up from her book at Jane on the other end of the sofa. "I don't particularly care for her."

"Really? I couldn't tell," Jane says sarcastically.

Maura glares.

"Is it because she's from the media, or…?" Jane lets her voice trail off to allow her best friend to fill in the blank.

Making a 'hm' sound, the caramel blonde looks back down at her book and nonchalantly says, "We slept together once."

"What?!" Jane exclaims loudly.

Realizing the conversation is only just beginning at this point, Maura places her bookmark on the proper page and closes her book, setting it in her lap.

"What the hell do you mean you slept together?"

"Obviously 'sleeping' with someone means—"

Quickly Jane interrupts, "I know what it means! Why didn't you tell me you've slept with women? Do you still?" Jane still looks stunned at this new information about her best friend.

"It's been several years now," Maura tells Jane. "In fact, Kitty was the last woman I slept with."

"I can't even believe I'm asking this, but what happened? When?" Jane asks hesitantly.

"A social function, a little too much wine, a bit of a sexual dry spell for me, and one very flirty, eager Kitty Vansen," Maura replies with a shrug. "It was roughly six and a half years ago."

"So, you didn't sleep with her after that? Was she that terrible or something?" Half of Jane's face lifts in a slight wince.

"Oh, she was actually above average, I'd say, but I was seeking a one-time encounter and she was…not."

Jane sits there quietly for several moments, looking down at her hands as she rubs her left thumb back and forth across her right palm. "Okay, but that doesn't really explain why you act the way you do around her now."

"Well I suppose I'm Queen of the Dead in more ways than one," Maura replies half-jokingly.

"If you're referring to that cold demeanor people think you have, that's bullshit and you know it," Jane negates.

Maura sighs. "Not everyone sees the sides of me that you do, Jane."

"Well no, but—"

"She tried repeatedly to start something with me, but finally I got so annoyed that I had to tell her that it meant nothing but sex to me, which was the truth, and I've been aloof ever since, lest she get the idea that I've changed my mind." Maura recounts the story as if it were an everyday occurrence.

Jane breathes out hard. "Wow."

Opening up her book again and looking down at it, Maura deadpans, "So there you have it. I had sex with Kitty Vansen and I was clearly so good that she was practically begging for more."

"Maura!" Jane's eyes widen in surprise.

"I'm just being honest." She punctuates her statement with a shrug, glancing up briefly at her best friend.

"I've rubbed off on you too much."

Not nearly enough, Maura thinks to herself with a smirk as she hums noncommittally.

Jane's brow creases at the look on Maura's face. "At the risk of regretting asking another question, why haven't you slept with another woman since then?"

"I do believe I'll let you figure that one out for yourself, Detective," the blonde replies.

Also...I'm a bit of an ass for starting more fics before updating and/or finishing others. Please accept my sincerest apologies.