AU: It was a world away from what she knew - from a big city hospital to a place of concrete, barbed wire and brick. Dr Isles knew it would be a challenge, but never expected it to be anything like this...

You don't know how it happens. (Well you do. You're not a complete moron. But it's just too easy to let it—and better to feign ignorance.) But somehow or another, you just keep ending up sleeping together.

It is often in the middle of the night... when we find ourselves feeling most vulnerable. Set Pre S01

They flirt over dead bodies. Not intentionally or obviously—they mean no disrespect—but they do it all the same. After all, it has to happen somewhere.

The boys hatch the plan. Angela adds a few necessary adjustments and feminine touches. And just like that, the super-secret special set-up mission is set to commence.

The Anatomy of Snow and Fear

Snow is not the only thing falling at Christmas - ONE-SHOT

One-Shot: Even the best can feel like they're failing some times

Jane and Maura's routine

You could say the story began with a pretend prostitute and an over-zealous philanthropist. (In effect, maybe it did.) But the turning point wasn't until much later.

So, she wasn't crazy. Naked, but not crazy. Rizzles. Mature readers only please.

At first, they were all things that could be reasoned away. If she squinted and didn't put too much effort into the logic.

'Me and her...' She jabs a thumb in Maura's general direction. 'We're nothing. Not anymore.' She almost has herself convinced.

Never once did she think Maura would ever be interested in a woman. And yet now it's something she is blatantly aware of and so angry about. Because had she known, she would have made it clear long ago that she was in love with her best friend. Rizzles

For Jane, it was a chore; for Maura, an anthropological expedition. They had walked in hand in hand and had left the same way—that much was a success. The actual assembly, however, was proving to be a different matter.

Sometimes it's not what is in the box that matters but how it all combines in the end. You just have to mix it up a little.

Her internet search history is that of a crazy person. Or a teenage girl, maybe. But it's definitely on the fine line between the two.

There they are. Sitting neatly on a plate in the middle of the counter. All innocent. And yet they reek of pure, baked evil.

'Trouble sleeping? Self-stimulation has been known to help relieve both stress and insomnia.'

Life in District 8, like everywhere else, is in service to the Capitol. For former Hunger Games victor, Jane Rizzoli, each day is spent trying to cope with the pain of haunting memories. Can a seamstress give her something worth fighting for?

1945 noir AU. "When Maura Isles walked into my office, I knew three things right away: she came from a family wealthy enough to own a private island, she could turn heads faster than a struck match could make fire, and she was almost certainly the woman who had tried slipping a gorgeously manicured hand inside my pants in the back of a taxicab three weeks ago."

Feeling like their friendship isn't as strong as it once was, Maura realizes she not only wants to close that distance but she wants even more. She devises a plan she thinks will bring her and Jane even closer together.

An AU set in the Old West. Why? Because I want to know how a proper, aspiring female doctor would react to a driven, hard-as-nails woman on the range. They don't know it yet, but Maura's fiancee just met his match.

It had been 96 six days since Maura had seen Jane, spoke to her, worked with her. Days without seeing the woman she thought she couldn't live without. And she was right- she was alive, but she wasn't living.

She was about to trample on the trust she had spent years building with Maura and it should have made her pause, should have hurt. Instead, Jane felt relieved. Smut.