"Oh, come on!" Jane yelled as the Yankees hit a double, nearly spilling her beer as she raises her arms. "The Yankees are going to win this one." Maura stated.

"Oh, really? And since when do you pay attention to baseball?" Jane remarked waiving around her arms again, little droplets of sweat from the beer bottle falling on her lap.

"The last game we watched, your pitcher's speed had reduced significantly due to the wrist injury he obtained while batting. If you watch closely, he now has a tendency to throw to the bottom left of the strike zone. Based off of his hindered speed and the location of where he is throwing, it suggests that his Triquetrum has a minor fracture." Maura remarked.

"There's no way Lester is injured! Besides, we're still creaming them 5-2 and were nearly in the last inning. This is literally the second game you've ever FULLY watched with me, how can you say the Yankees are going to win?" exclaimed Jane

"Well, why don't we make this a little more interesting" Marua said as she gently nudged her thigh against Jane's, taking a long sip of wine.

"What do you mean? OH! Last inning, we got this!"

"How about the loser of the bet has to give a full body massage to the winner?" Maura stated innocently. Surely Jane would never turn down a bet she knows she can win. Especially when questioning her baseball expertise.

"what? You're on." Jane put down her now empty beer bottle still intently watching the game.

Maura started getting up from her couch picking up Jane's empty beer bottles and went to go refill her glass of wine. "Another beer, Jane?"

"Yes, please." Jane said. Not once noticing the smirk on Maura's face as she got up to refill her wine glass.

Maura returned with a full wine glass and a bottle of beer already opened. She handed Jane the bottle as she plopped down closer to Jane than she originally was.

They sat quietly watching the remainder of the game, their thighs brushing slightly together. Maura, drinking a little quicker than usual, had already started picturing her hands on the detective.

"And, that's game! You owe me a massage." Jane smiled brightly as she leaned in a little too close to Maura. She had obviously started feeling the effects of the alcohol.

"I don't see how you can feel good about betting against someone who has only watched two games of baseball in her life" Maura pouted.

"Oh, come on, a bet is a bet. Besides, you were betting against MY team! I think I pulled something in my shoulder boxing yesterday anyways." Jane retorted.

"Fine. Take your shirt off" Maura said.

"What?!"