A/N: Yet another one shot folks. Yesss, I know, I know what about TBL I'm working on it but it's slow in coming. I think I just don't want the story to end. In the meantime, I hammered this out today. Let me know if I should continue or scrap it but I hope some of you enjoy. Please let me know. If you're so inclined don't forget to vote for me for Rizzles Fan Awards. One more thing, this isn't edited so I may go back and change some things if I finish, but I will let you guys know.

The Robber was busy tonight. Frost peered around him utterly content with that fact. He held the mugs of beer over his head as he quickly pushed his way past a throng of people. Barry smirked at his eagerness to get back to the conversation. We're no better than old women, but I am so fine with that. Was it wrong to gossip? The question didn't even deserve to be answered, but he cringed anyway. Was it dangerous to speculate? Hell yes, it was, unless, ample evidence had been gathered, and Frost knew his case went beyond circumstantial. He was a detective after all and had eyes and a gut that was hardly ever wrong.

His constant need to analyze this issue had become aggravating. He had begun equating it to jock itch-messy, persistent and uncomfortable. To make matters even worse, the reasons for his recent obsession eluded him. Then, there was the cherry, the overwhelming urge to bring others in on it all. Damn shame that because he liked eating, taking and possessing cherries, but this one had become too big and tart to deal with on his own. Frost eyed Korsak with anticipation in hopes of easing his very strange burden.

Korsak popped a peanut in his mouth as Frost sat a mug down in front of him. "Okay, shoot."

Korsak raised a brow. "What?"

"Really? I've only been gone for five minutes. You forgot that fast?"

Korsak shrugged. "Distracted. Lots of interesting people in here tonight."

"I am NOT going to be your wingman. Let's get that out of the way now." Frost added.

Sputtering, Korsak retorted. "I've been married plenty of times. Don't you think I know how to get a woman?"

Barry grinned. "Getting a woman to marry you and getting one to go home with you for a couple of hours are two completely different things. But, I guess some women might find the dirty old man thing attractive."

Korsak's smile could only be described as evil. "You want references?"

"No…just no. I don't want nightmares."

"Fine!" Korsak's gaze veered off to the right as a rather busty waitress walked by them. "Now, what was the question?"

Frost exhaled noisily. "Your evidence?"

"Oh, yeah. It's common sense really. Women who are close braid each other's hair, dip into each other's lives, and all kinds of shit."

"Uh huh. What about the sleepovers?" Frost took a drag from his beer, thinking that it was a happy coincidence that he found out about them at all.

Korsak shrugged. "What about them? How is that unusual? They don't call them the fairer sex for nothing. More emotions are involved, and who best to go to when you're feeling that way than your best girlfriend?"

He did not just say…. Frost gasped and coughed as his drink slithered down the wrong pipe. "That's the most sexist shit I've ever heard! You remember who we're talking about right? Jane and Maura are the least emotional women I know."

"That's on the surface." Korsak held up his finger to make his point. "I think they just get each other, and that's what makes them so close…that's what makes them touchy feely. They aren't that way with anyone else. It doesn't mean that they're together. You're trying to push Jane to be a stereotype. Not all female cops are lesbians."

"No, some of them are straight, lesbian, or bisexual. Look, I see where you're going with this, but I think you're missing the chemistry between them. I can't be the only one to feel…uncomfortable as hell when they are in the room together. I know sexual tension when I feel it, and maybe it's because you're in male menopause or something that you don't."

"What in the blue furry fuck is that supposed to mean?!"

Frost sighed and rolled his eyes. "It's nothing personal. Men lose sexual potency as they age. Can you say Viagra and Cialis?"

"Bullshit!" Korsak's face turned a ruddy. "That doesn't happen to everybody. Where did you get that from Wikipedia?"

Frost shrugged and grinned. Ohh, that was an interesting response. Have to keep that one in my pocket. "Maura told me. It's a funny story, really. You want to hear it?" He asked sweetly.

"No thank you." Korsak's tone was dripping with irritation.

"Ooo, I touched a nerve. Maybe we should move on?"

"Yes, we should or these peanuts are going to end up in some very weird places."

Frost continued to smile. "Uh huh. So, you can't tell me you don't see how Jane gets jealous when Maura goes out with someone? She gets really catty."

"Catty? You called me sexist?"

"All right. She gets irritable, then. Is that better?"

Korsak's forehead scrunched. "No she doesn't! All she does is make jokes. I think it's funny as hell."

"It's a defense mechanism. She turns up the humor. It's really like tagging along with a thirteen year old boy."

Korsak snorted. "And you're better?"

Frost waved a hand in dismissal. "I'm at least sixteen on the inside, but that's not the point. Let's not forget the way Maura is when the shoe is on the other foot. She's gets quiet, and when she does talk, it sounds even more like Google-ese than usual."

Korsak threw his hands in the air. "You're reading way more into it than necessary even if there is some animosity. What happens when someone starts dating seriously?" He didn't wait for an answer. "You get wrapped up and start to forget about your friends, right? I'd be kind of irritable if that happened to me or even thought it was going to. What makes them different?"

Frost sighed again. "I'm telling you my shit is tight. Just wait until Frankie gets here."

"What are you two going to do? Beat me into submission? I'm entitled to my opinion."

"You're also entitled to an asshole. It doesn't mean I want to see what comes out of it."

"Now, who's being catty?" Korsak's eyes twinkled as he drained the rest of his beer. "Look, your reinforcements are here."

Frost looked over his shoulder to see Frankie scanning the crowd. He stood and threw up an arm. Frankie smiled and waved in return. Frost slid over, letting their newest member take the outside seat. Finally, somebody with some damn sense.

"Sorry, I'm late. What did I miss?"

"I bet I could show better than I could tell you." Frost answered.

"Mmkay?" Frankie peered back and forth between the two men.

"Go ahead." Korsak's voice went up an octave as his features flattened. "He's trying to prove a point."

Frost snorted. "You have to be so crusty about losing?"

"Crusty?" What the hell is that? I'm not a pie."

"Here, I'll put it in old people speak…cantankerous. Is that better?"

"I haven't lost anything yet!" Korsak paused. "Wait. When did this become a competition?" His tone was befuddled.

"When you-"

"Should I leave you two alone?" Frankie interrupted. "Let you work this out in your own way?" Frankie pursed his lips and grinned.

"No!" They said simultaneously.

Frankie's grin widened as his gaze swung back and forth. "You sure?"

Frost felt his eyes narrow. "Did you want help studying for the detective's exam?"

Frankie's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. He nodded vehemently.

"You sure?" Frost added in parody. "Good boy. Now, where were we?"

"You were gonna show me what I missed." Frankie answered.

"Oh yeah." Frost cleared his throat and closed his eyes preparing himself for the performance. When he opened them again, Frankie jerked back in surprise.

"Dude, why are you looking like you're gonna pet me or something?"

"Just play along." Frost growled.

"All right, damn."

Frost threw an arm over the back of Frankie's chair. Leaning forward, he began to pick at imaginary lint on the other man's lapels. Frost saw the recognition spark in his eyes almost immediately.

"Ohhh, you were talking about Janie and Maura."

"Ha!" Frost slammed his hand against the table in triumph. "Told you my shit was tight!"

"I'm not finished." Frankie added. "You were talking about whether they're together or not. Am I right?"

"Damn straight." Frost peered at Frankie. "Well, are they?"

Frankie shrugged. "Hell if I know, but they might as well be."

"Haa!" Frost slapped the table again hard enough to make Korsak jump.

"Will you stop that! I heard you the first time!"

"You sure…you sure old man? Because I can write it down for you too."

Korsak glared at him but the glare morphed into a smirk. "Is this what you think about at night, Frost?"

Frost shrugged. "Yeah… sometimes. Why?" He asked hesitantly.

"Because, I think you need me to be your wingman if that's what's on your mind."

Frankie roared with laughter. He held out a fist for Korsak to bump. Korsak peered at it for a few seconds before raising his own.

Frost nodded. I've got to start remembering that alcohol sharpens his wit. "I see what you did there. That was good, but it doesn't change the fact that he agrees with me. After all, he's at the height of his potency just like me."

"Keep it up, kid." Korsak stated in warning.

Frost chose to ignore him. "Yeah, Korsak thinks they're just friends, and they do each other's hair and nails."

"That's not what I said!"

"I'm paraphrasing!"

"Jane's too butch for that kind of crap." Frankie added.

Frost felt the smile on his lips almost split his face. He opened his mouth to agree.

Korsak pointed at him accusingly. "If you hit that table one more time, I swear to God I'll shoot you."

Frost chuckled and held up his hands in supplication.

"That's not the half of it. I can hardly breathe in the room with them, and when Tommy tried to make a move on Maura, Janie nearly tore him a new one. Her face was all red and shit. Never seen her so pissed off."

"Well…" Korsak looked thoughtful. "I might give the whole jealousy thing another look, but I think we're out of luck. I don't think either one of them are dating right now."

Frost felt that if he rolled his eyes one more time an image of his eyelids would be burned on his retinas, but he did it anyway. "Maybe we do need to beat you over the head. That's the biggest clue of all."

Frankie nodded. "Yeah, I haven't heard her complaining about any bad dates recently."

"And she hasn't been as cranky."

"Ok, I'll give you that." Korsak agreed.

Silence lapsed between them. Laughter and the clink of glasses continued in the background.

"I can honestly say I have reasonable doubt, but think about this. Who is going to ask them?" Korsak peered at them both, waiting for an answer.

Frost glanced at Frankie. He was after all the most logical choice.

Frankie shook his head and held up his hands, but it wasn't in surrender. "Don't look at me. If Ma was here, I'm sure she'd love to meddle, but I'm not going there."

"Scared, kid?" Korsak asked with a grin.

"Hell yeah! I grew up with her. I know how scary she can be. Plus, she wouldn't tell me something like that." Frankie's face reddened at the admission. "What about you old man? She looks up to you."

"No, it can't be me. We're not as close as we used to be. The closet person to her right now besides Maura is—"

Frost reared back in his seat as two sets of eyes snared him. Ah hell. This is why gossiping is bad. "I don't think so. I think I'll be fine just knowing that somebody agrees with me."

"Potent my ass."

Frost whipped his head toward Korsak. "What did you just say?"

"All your talk about male potency and look at you now. Does Viagra make you grow balls?" Korsak expression was gleeful.

"Hold up! You refused to do it. Both of you did."

"We have valid reasons. What's yours?" Korsak countered.

Frost opened his mouth. Oh shit, I think he got me. He shut it a second later. "I can't just be scared too?" He asked meekly.

Korsak and Frankie shook their heads.

"I can just leave, and we can forget that we had this conversation?" Frost looked at them both hopefully.

"Nope. I think they'll notice something is weird. You can't unring this bell." Korsak answered.

"Oh come on. You can make up something to cover my ass."

Korsak smiled. "I could, but I don't want to. Maybe I just want to see you squirm."

Okay, maybe I went too far on the old man jokes. "Old people are petty." That one slipped.

"I sure as hell am."

"Frost, man up. You know you wanna know." Frankie added. "You're the only one who could pull it off."

Frost hated the feeling of resignation especially when it perched on his shoulders. He sucked in a deep breath. "You two better back me up." He sighed for the fiftieth time. "Why are we doing this again?"

"Well, I don't know about you, but it's not just because I'm nosy. If they are together and keeping it from us, maybe they need to know that we're okay with it." Frankie chimed in.

Korsak nodded. "Yeah, makes sense to me."

It dawned on him. His reasons had indeed been illusive, but at that moment, everything gelled. "Yeah, it does. Doesn't it?"

They stared at each other.

"So, what the hell do I say?" Frost asked.

"Fuck if I know." Frankie added.

Korsak pointed in Frankie's direction. "I'm with him."

"Greaaat. No help at all." Maybe none of this is as tight as I thought it was. Frost's pocket vibrated. He fished out his phone. "At least, I have ten minutes to figure it out. They're on their way."

Should I continue? Thoughts?