Summary:

Rizzles AU: 25 year old Jane Rizzoli is offered an prestigious internship at McFennway Design & Marketing in New York. She travels from Boston to Manhattan, working for non-other than Constance Isles, Art Director in charge. Jane has trouble finding a place to stay during her internship. She's staying in New York because commuting back and forth Boston would be an impossible feat. It's hard for the brunette to find a place that she could afford with her minimum wage. Constance takes pity on her young and talented pupil and offers Jane temporary access to her attic. Jane hesitatingly accepts the offer and meets Constance teenaged children, Maura and Hiro along the way. Hiro soon learns to accept Jane in his home, but Maura struggles with the thought of the Italian-American woman living with them. Endgame is Rizzles but first there is some drama and banter between the Isles household and Jane.

Rating:

T for now due to use of language mostly. Rating may change to m during later chapters.

Disclaimer:

Everything that doesn't belong to me, doesn't belong to me. Meaning characters from the show, places and companies mentioned and so on. I'm not making any profits other than gaining some nice readers (hopefully).

AN:

This is the first official Rizzles story that I have written besides yet unpublished one-shots. I love AU 's of the pair and I've read a lot of other fanfics. I suddenly got some new found inspiration and this kind off happened within matter of hours. I planned to write about eight chapters for now. I will see how it goes and if you guys are interested off course.

Jane is an talented and promising graphic designer in this modern day story, so no cop/detective. (Sorry, not so much it's an AU after all.) Hiro is an OC. character added to spice things up in the Isles household. The personalities of Jane and Maura maybe slightly altered since they have and are living different lives than on the show.

Also English is not my native language, so be gentle. Please leave a review if you like the story so far and want me to continue. I'll accept any kind of feedback; positive, negative or a bit of both. It will help my development as an writer and makes me want to upload new stuff. Being it this story or another one.

Furthermore I hope you'll enjoy reading this fic as much as I love writing it!

Chapter 1 – New beginnings

"Good morning Providence residence, this is your radiohost Jordan Steele speaking. It's another beautiful spring day on a Monday morning. Let's kick this program off with some feel good songs to get you guys ready for the day." Jane was listening to the radio, nearing midway her car ride from Boston to New York.

Jane needed a dose of caffeine soon and decided to pull over at some gas station on Interstate 95 for a quick coffee break. She had been driving for more than an hour, setting out early in the morning at five am. Jane never was much of an early person, so it was quite the feat for her to have actually made it this far without her life supporting caffeine.

The twenty-five year old dreaded the nearly four hour ride to New York, but it was either that or go by public transit. Which she hated, because Jane wanted to be the person behind the wheels and above all disliked the use of airplanes. The cranky brunette had never flew a day in her life and wouldn't change her mind about that anytime soon. Jane was lost in thought as she stood in front of the coffee machine at the nearly deserted gas station. She dislike buying coffee from these kind of places but had no other choice. It was too early for normal shops to be open and she needed her fix of caffeine before venturing forward.

Jane would be arriving at McFennway Design & Marketing in New York somewhere around nine thirty in the morning, if the rest of her voyage carries on according to plan. She checked her navigation system once again as she sat back behind the wheels, a 'fresh' cup of coffee in hand. Jane is about to spend the rest of her year as an design intern at the prestigious company and would be working with her favourite icon, who is considered a goddess in the design/art world, Constance Isles.

Jane had seen and read everything the middle aged woman had ever published and couldn't believe her own happiness when she received the call that she, out of thousands of others had been selected for the internship. Jane had grasped the art directors interest. According to Constance's assistant Brian Williams. Quoting that Jane's an intriguing young woman with promising talent. A diamond in the rough in need of polishing. Constance commented after seeing her portfolio.

Jane groaned in annoyance, traffic increasing as she got closer to her destination. The brunette left early for her own sake, but realised sooner rather than later, that she was going to end up stuck in work traffic anyway. Jane rolled open the driver's seat window, sticking out her head trying to determine where the holdup was. All she could see were cars and trucks, heading towards the tall buildings visible in the faraway distance. She groaned in annoyance once more as she closed her window back up and took another sip of her now cold coffee, moving forwards with small baby steps.

Jane bit down on her lower lip as she glanced at the time on her wristwatch. She and the art director had their first meeting scheduled at ten thirty, which is only five minutes away and Jane still had to find a parking spot near the company building. Finding a place to park in an unfamiliar and busy city proved quite the challenge. She almost considered jumping out of her car and leaving it near the side of some road. But the she couldn't afford to lose her car, since it was now her most valuable possession. She finally managed to find an empty spot a couple blocks from McFennway and wasted no time, running down the streets to make up in lost time.

The out of breath and sleep deprived brunette stood before the twenty story building where she would be working for the next year. The building has a modern look, industrial with long expanses of space and well-placed furniture. Creating visual echoes and a unified look, which according to Jane could be described as the jarring stop-start-stop effect. Finding renewed energy, Jane stepped towards the desk clerks announcing her arrival.

Jane stood in the elevator contemplating on what to say to her new boss regarding her late arrival. Constance already gave her a break by inviting her on ten thirty, knowing that the brunette had to travel from far away. But Jane couldn't with a good conscious explain why she was nearly a half hour late.

"Way to start your first day Rizzoli!" She exclaimed.

"I couldn't agree more darling." A high pitched female voice brought a startled Jane back to reality.

Jane's jaw almost hits the floor as she noticed her boss studying her appearance with an non-identifying amused facial expression. Jane quickly closed her mouth and opened it again, wanting to explain her situation, but words failed coming out of her as she stood awkwardly in the now opened elevator, in front of her favourite icon.

"I imagine your first experience with New York traffic is to blame for the state you're in right now." The middle aged woman said curiously while hand gesturing for Jane to step out of the elevator, since it looked like the brunette was frozen solid from embarrassment.

Jane nearly laughed out loud as she slightly regained her composure stepping out of the elevator to formally introduce herself.

"Yes, traffic can be quite the bi… bother I mean. Hello I'm Jane Rizzoli." Jane said with more confidence as she held out her hand.

Constance regarded Jane's hand with her own. "Nice to meet you darling. I'm Constance Isles, head art director." Jane's boss quickly retrieved her hand and her soft polite face was soon replaced by a stern look.

"However, I don't appreciate my employees being late to work. See that it doesn't happen again, if you wish to prolong your internship, that is miss Rizzoli." The chestnut brown haired woman turned on her heels walking towards her office wordlessly mentioning for Jane to follow. Jane gulped as she took in the posh personality of the distinguished figure she called her boss.

Jane remained in Constance's office till lunch time, were she got reminded of the company policies and the work she would be doing for the middle aged woman. The art directors assistant Brian would also offer Jane any necessary aid.

"So that concludes our talk for now, do you have any questions?" Constance asked the younger woman in front of her who had been quiet for most of the conversation.

"No, nothing I can think about right now. You were very thorough and informative." Jane answered beaming politely. Constance eyed Jane's particular physique's once more and retuned a sly smile.

"Your smile fits your Italian heritage perfectly." Constance said matter-of-factly.

"Grazie, signora, but how did you know I was part Italian?" Jane asked quizzically.

"Your last name is Rizzoli, correct?" The art director said without any elaboration and excused herself from their meeting, appointed her assistant to show Jane her workspace. Jane mentally slapped herself for probably coming off as an complete fool. 'Could this day get any worse.' She thought as she stationed herself behind her fancy Apple computer.

It turned out that her day could get worse. Much more worse in fact. She completely forgot about her sleeping arrangements. By traveling to New York so out of the blue. Jane had little money left to spare and her new salary won't get payed out till the end of the month, which is still two weeks from here.

She couldn't afford some luxurious hotel on the upper east side, hardly even a dirty and cheap roadhouse for that period of time. Jane knew she royally fucked up. She considered mentioning this to her new boss. But dismissed it almost instantly. Constance had such high hopes for her and she couldn't screw up by coming to her with something like this. She already made a fool out of herself today. Constance would no doubt fire her in a heartbeat, before she could even get started.

Jane glanced at the screen of her computer. 'How ironic. Here I'm working with the most expensive equipment in the designing world and yet I can't seem to afford a place to stay.' The brunette sighed. She could stay in the office till nine in the evening and had to find a place she could stay for the remainder of the night. But there is no way she would be willing to go home with some random stranger in an otherwise unknown city.

She ended up spending most of the week nights in her own broken down dark blue Sedan. Luckily it's a warm spring season. It would be impossible to maintain such an arrangement had it been winter. Jane would have frozen to death otherwise. She hated to sleep in her car, but she had seen no other option at the moment. At least until she had her first month salary paid out. Jane needed to save the money she had left, for food and emergencies.

Jane cleaned herself up in the companies restrooms, to keep up an somewhat presentable appearance, but she would run out of washed and unwrinkled clothes to wear soon. She felt dirty and tired without the proper shower or bedrest for that matter and wondered if this was how painters lacking a job must have felt like back in the golden age.

Jane hadn't seen her boss till the end of the week, when Brian had sent her to Constance regarding some kind of issue. She shrugged her head as it was late Friday. What could her boss possibly want at this hour? She followed the assistant without having a clue in the world.

"Are you doing well my dear?" Constance asked concerned as Jane took a seat on the cow-leathered sofa in the art director's office.

Jane stiffened a bit hearing the concerned question of her boss. Constance couldn't possibly know how Jane had been living for the past week. 'no' she thought to herself.

"A bit tired, moving to a new city and a new job takes some time getting used to, but other than that I'm good." Jane exclaimed regaining a slightly less tense posture.

But the change in the younger woman earlier didn't go unnoticed by the art director, who was now questioning Jane's honesty. Constance glanced at her assistant Brian who was still standing in her office.

"Brian could you leave, so miss Rizzoli and I could talk privately." The chestnut brown haired woman voiced with an earnest tone. Brain nodded and discreetly vanished from the room leaving the two woman alone.

Constance arose behind her desk, moving towards the sofa to sit next to Jane.

"Really Jane, there is no need to lie. I've heard some concerning rumours about you going around the office and I want you to tell me which, if any of those are true." Constance softly encouraged her pupil to be forward. If not she would have to be.

Jane shivered somewhat at the art directors involvement with her employees. She never had a boss who cared that much. But she was afraid. What could her colleagues possibly have seen or heard about the brunettes current situation.

"I'll have to know what they've been saying about me to confirm these so-called accusations." Jane said a little unsure on how to approach the upcoming conversation.

'So I'll have to be the one to address the situation at hand then.' Constance thought to herself as she observed the restrained attitude from the younger woman.

"Very well, out of private reasons I won't mention any names but, there have been reports about you spending time here regarding opening till closing hours and that you've been washing yourself up in the companies restrooms. Furthermore you look exhausted, wearing the same clothes and your hair is getting greasy." Constance explained and paused for Jane to take it all in.

"I can appreciate hard workers, although I must say that, that's not the case here is it? Just to warn you. I hate liars and I can see through most of them. So I deem it wise for you to tell me the truth. Are you well my dear?" Constance asked once more.

Jane gulped mentally as she contemplated on telling her boss the truth. It would be hard either way. Telling a lie might just end up getting her fired just as much as telling the truth. Taking a deep breath, Jane looked up and locked her gaze onto the crystal blue eyes of her boss.

A moment of silence past as Jane explained her own forgetfulness about arranging living accommodations. Mentioning the lack of money or people being able to help her and the decision not involve Constance as she spend the first week in her crappy car. Constance eyes widened in astonishment as Jane told her more or less humiliating story. She understood now why Jane was reluctant to tell the truth. True she may have suspected some situation like this, but it still caught her somewhat by surprise.

Another moment of silence followed. Neither of the woman were able to utter a sentence at the moment. Both lost in thought for different reasons. Jane thinking that this was the end of her short lived career and Constance was trying to figure out some kind of living arrangement for her pupil.

Jane is a once in a life time pupil. The brunette could one day rule the design and art world if she so desired. A skill Constance rarely saw. The most refreshing part is that the young woman sitting right next to, is rather unable to realise it herself. She couldn't lose her intern over something illogical as sleeping arrangements.

Then it occurred to Constance that she herself had a considerably large house.

"So, the conclusion to your problem is that you need a place to stay." Constance said reviewing a theory.

"Yes, I guess so. But I can't pay anyone right now. It's nearly impossible to find a suitable location due to the payment upfront policy." Jane sighed in defeat.

Constance almost couldn't believe what she was about to offer the young woman but saw no other option on short term notice. The art director cleared her voice, aware of the brunettes far away gaze.

"Perhaps I can help you with your living arrangements. But please understand that you can at all times refuse without any guilt. I don't want to pressure you into something you don't want." Constance exclaimed and paused observing the younger woman's nervous facial expression, continuing as their eyes connected.

"You can stay at my home for the time being, until you can get on your feet money wise. I have a spare bedroom in the attic you could use." Constance suggested. A gratifying spark lighted up in Jane but soon followed by an pained expression. A chill ran down the art directors spine as she thought that her pupil was about to refuse.

"Mmmh, it isn't such a bad idea, but I don't want to impose. Besides isn't it against the companies policy. Fraternising with colleagues, let alone your boss it isn't allowed." The brunette answered.

"You're so virtuous my dear. I would hardly call it fraternising. I'm almost old enough to be your mother. You would have your own space and aside from that I'm sure we can both respect our privacy as we would have two teenagers living among us." Constance declared amusingly.

Jane was noticeably taken aback by this new information.

"You have children? I never knew that. Let alone that you were married." Jane said.

"Well, I do like to keep my personal life private. As for having children, my ex-husband an I couldn't get any. We adopted a beautiful baby daughter and four years later a son, who I both love dearly." Constance clarified seeing as the younger woman was most likely about to play a bigger role in the children's and her own life.

"So am I right to assume you would at least be willing to try until you get your first pay check? I would rather not have my employees living in their own cars. A normal roof under your head and a comfortable bed is surly a better way to spend the night." Constance gave her one final nudge.

Jane was still a bit sceptical about the offer but agreed to it anyways loving to finally be able to take a normal shower and sleep in a real bed for once.

"All right. I guess I can try and see how it goes." Jane answered sounding satisfied.

AN:

So this is the first one. Jane meets Maura in the second chapter, so hang in there. Please don't be shy to review. I would love to hear some feedback from you guys.