AN: Hello! This is my first time writing Rizzles, but I have been a long time (anonymous) lurker. This is slow burn, but I promise we'll get there eventually. I know this first chapter is a little short, but give me time to get into the story and they'll get longer, I promise :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the storyline.

PS: Regular italics are emphasis, bold italics are Jane's thoughts.

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A deep breath. The air tastes like freedom; like new beginnings; like-

"Jane. Jane!"

Fingers snap in front of her face. She sighs. She's not quite free yet. As soon as she meets her mother's eyes her stomach twists. A boy has just lined up behind them.

"Don't mess this up." A stage whisper that's not a whisper. The boy glances at Jane curiously and Jane sighs again. She lets her eyes wander around hectic parking lot. There are new students and their parents everywhere. She is in a sea of people and suitcases. The sun is too hot and she is sweating. It smells like can hear her mother talking to the boy, quizzing him really.

"Isn't that nice, honey? Barry is a science student!"

"Uhm, no Mrs. Rizzoli, it's computer science."

Angela the matchmaker. Always trying to make boys into eligible bachelors.

"That's great." She knows she sounds bored and feels a twinge of regret when the boy averts his eyes.

Her mother groans in annoyance and walks away from the line shaking her head, "Hopeless."

Jane watches her leave and then looks warily at the boy, Barry. She swallows. "I'm sorry about that. My Ma is a little… pushy."

The boy grins and she can't help smiling back. His eyes glitter and his smile is wide and innocent. Jane breathes. She hasn't messed up her first social encounter. Score.

"I'm Frost." A pause, "Barry is my first name, but I want to get as far away from that as I can."

"I know how you feel. I'm Jane Rizzoli."

As they gradually make their way towards the front of the line Jane finds herself enjoying Frost's company. She thinks maybe they might be friends. Friends. Just as the thought crosses her mind her mother returns with her father in tow. He's dragging her suitcase and has her backpack slung over his shoulder. She tenses.

They want to beat the traffic.

They have to get back before dark.

Tommy sneezed before they left.

Excuses.

She knows the truth. They can't wait to be rid of her.

She picks up the backpack and smiles tightly. Her Ma hugs her and blubbers a bit, but her father knows not to try. Soon they are gone, she watches their heads bob towards the car. They don't look back. She turns her head and neither does she.

Frost blinks but says nothing. Eventually Jane clears her throat. "So. computers, eh?"

He seems to hesitate at her nonchalance, but replies nonetheless "Yeah. I'm a bit of a nerd, but I want to work for the police someday. Track down the bad guys by their digital fingerprints."

Jane smiles, a real one this time. "I'm doing criminal justice. I'm going to be a cop."

There's that smile again.

Friends.

Just as her smile is growing, she sees Frost turn and smile in the other direction, greeting two women. One has the same eyes and smile as Frost, his mother, she presumes.

"Oh, Jane, these are my parents, Cam and Robin."

Parents. Jane does a double take. He has two moms and he didn't even hesitate. He's… proud of them. Two moms.

She's still a little flustered when she introduces herself but the women smile just the same. The one who looks like Frost, Cam, speaks. "Hello Jane, it's lovely to meet you."

Wow. She sounds genuine. I hope she didn't notice me hesitate.

"Excuse me?" The voice sounds bored. "Hello? Froshie!" Now it's irritated.

Oh. He means me.

"Oh, uhm, sorry."

"Name please."

"Jane Rizzoli."

A key with a small plastic tag was shoved into her hand; 1706.

She waits a moment for Frost to receive his key and glances sideways at his tag. Before she can desipher the numbers there he punches her shoulder.

"1712! We're floormates!"

He seems excited, so Jane takes a jab, "Floormates? Did you make that up?"

To her delight he merely scowls lightheartedly. Friends.

"Hey, I'm going to go help my parents with my stuff. I'll see you soon, yeah?"

Jane smiled. "Yeah."

Soon she's left standing alone, staring up at the tall residential complex. She's never lived so high up. I bet the view is incredible.

The suitcase is a little clumsy, but once she elbows her way out of the crowd her way is clear. Except for one girl. She's sitting on the grass with a thick book in her hands and a pencil behind her ear. She's chewing her lip. She's beautiful. No. Stop it Rizzoli. She swallows. She can't help but stare just a little longer. The girl's face brightens and her lips quirk into an amused smile and Jane thinks she's been caught, but no. The girl underlines something in her book and keeps reading.

Her blood is pounding in her ears. Beautiful. This time she doesn't rebuke herself.

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-R&D