Disclaimer: This is AU. I do not own any of the characters from Rizzoli and Isles.

Co-written with Kim!

Stepsisters

The sentence 'We are getting a divorce' had caught the young Italian girl off guard. Even more though it shocked Jane to hear the sentence 'We are moving to Patrick's house' from her mother only six months later. Jane had met her mothers new boyfriend only a couple of times and she had disliked him every time.

Of course he had tried to be nice to her and all, but to Jane he couldn't replace her father. He was some rich American snob.

Over the last two weeks, a moving company had started to bring their stuff to Patrick's house. Jane had tried to stay at the old apartment as long as she could but as the movers carried the last box out of the empty apartment, she knew she had to leave.

While her mother was excited during the drive there, Jane was giving her the silent treatment. She was sitting in the passenger seat, with her headphones on, listening to her iPod.

They arrived at their new home after fifteen minutes of driving. It was a big house with garages and a huge property. Patrick welcomed Jane smiling, but she didn't even bother to shake his hand. The Italian girl was dressed in a pair of jeans that were ripped at her knees and a white tank top. Her dark hair were up into a ponytail. She was a natural beauty even when she was pouting.

Patrick showed Jane her room that was next to his daughters room. Jane couldn't believe his words. He had a daughter! There was someone else in the house. This was a nightmare.

Patrick walked with Jane over to Maura's room and knocked on her door shortly before he entered with Jane.

"Honey, I told you about Angela's daughter Jane, remember? Maura that is Jane. Jane, that's Maura." Patrick introduced them. Jane looked at Maura and recognized her from school. She was a snob. Jane screw up her pretty face slightly as she looked at the blonde.

"Hi." Jane only said shortly.

Maura had not been looking forward to her father's girlfriend and her daughter. She had stayed in her room all day and had barely acknowledged the knock on the door that came from her father.

The pretty blonde was sitting in the middle of her bed in a pink flower blouse and grey pleated short skirt with lace knee high socks and black heels. Her shoulder length hair was all down and lay in soft flowing curls around her face. She looked up only when her father had introduced them.

Maura frowned at first and then offered a small, tight smile toward Jane.

"Hello," was all that she said. She knew Jane right away. The rough brunette who simply did not know how to dress. It was disgusting to see her here in her home looking like a piece of white trash. She smiled sweetly at her father.

"Ok daddy...I am busy reading...thank you," she said.

Patrick cleared his voice. "Ah c'mon girls, I'm sure you'll be like sisters in no time." Patrick said and smiled at Jane and then looked over to his daughter.

Jane only rolled her eyes once he looked at Maura and crossed her arms in front of her chest. Jane looked around in Maura's room and chuckled a bit. That was actually how she had imagined Maura's room. So girly, so posh, so...barbie like.

"Katherine is cooking us a nice meal tonight. So dinner will be ready at 6:30pm. I expect you two to be downstairs to dine with us." Patrick pointed out.

"Oh and honey, did you know that Jane goes to the same school as you do? You can take her with you in your limo every morning now, so she doesn't need to ride the bus." Patrick suggested.

"Oh, that's great daddy, but you know I like to have the limo all to myself...I have friends, you know," she said, looking from him to Jane.

"No offense," she said with a light shrug at Jane before she looked back at her father. She sighed and finally got up from the bed. Maura was stacked both at the backside and the breasts. Her mid section was bare.

She crossed the room toward her dresser and checked on her baby tortoise before looking back over at her father.

"Can't she use the second one?"

"No honey, there is room enough in the limo for all of you."

Jane had been busy checking out Maura's room and hadn't really paid a lot of attention to the conversation but as she heard the word limo, she immediately shook her head.

"Oh no no no. My friend's picking me up in his car. He always gives me a ride to school. I don't need a limo. Oh god no." Jane said and screwed up her face again. Just the thought of it made her sick. She wasn't a snob like Maura. She watched Maura looking at a turtle and she only shook her head. Can Maura be any weirder and snobbier?

Maura huffed a groan and folded her arms over her full breasts, sighing.

"I don't want her there. I simply just don't. Certainly not dressed like a piece of white trash. Daddy...you can make her dress better...can't you? Before school...I simply won't have her around if she makes me look bad. I won't," Maura said and gave Jane a very harsh and disapproving look before she reached down and picked up her tortoise and carried him back to her bed and got back on it.

Jane couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"White trash! I'll show you white trash!" Jane snapped at her and lunged to the bed, though before she could even touch Maura, she was pulled back by Patrick.

"Girls stop it! Both of you!" Patrick now said angry, raising his voice. "I am not allowing violence in my house...ever. And Jane, I'll send Roberto out, a dear friend of our family, to buy you more...suitable clothes. Your jeans are already ripped and..."

Jane interrupted him. "That's how the jeans are supposed to be. I am happy with my clothes!" She said and then glared at Maura, her dark eyes glistening in anger.

"One more word and I will beat you up and then your Dad won't be here to protect you." The brunette girl threatened.

"Jane. I also don't allow threats in my house..." Patrick warned her.

Maura gasped as Jane came for her and she cupped the baby tortoise against her chest, backing from Jane as far as she could go before her father grabbed the girl.

"You snobby brat! If you hurt Bass, I will kill you. I will! I will make you suffer for a long time," she said ignoring her father's warns for violence and threats. She got up from the bed and put the tortoise back into his cage and glared at Jane.

"You will buy better clothing, you are an Isles now and you will learn to dress like one...you selfish snob!"

"Maura!" Patrick was getting frustrated with the girls.

"Oh you will kill me? I'd like to see you try. And I am not an Isles. I'm a Rizzoli and will always stay one. And therefore I dress what I want and when I want it." Jane eyed Maura, watching her putting her turtle back in her cage.

"You and your damn turtle. You are the snob here. Just look at you and look at your room...does anything say more snob than that!" Jane asked.

"I am certainly not a snob. I know how to treat people with respect in their homes. You are a damn Rizzoli? Really, a Rizzoli? Ahhhahhhhh," Maura laughed and faced her father and Jane.

"I am sorry father, but she is a brat and I don't want anything to do with her. Please take her from my room. I have studying I should be doing and she is hindering me greatly!"

Patrick saw the anger in Jane's eyes flickering again and knew she was about to lunge at Maura again. He started to usher her out of Maura's room. That didn't went well at all.

"Honey, don't forget dinner at 6:30PM." Patrick said on his way out.

"You'll be so sorry you stupid, arrogant little..."

"Jane." Patrick said in a warning tone and then closed the door to Maura's room.

Jane just looked at him and walked into her room next to Maura's and slammed the door shut. Such a bitch! Jane was furious. She turned on her music loud, and started unpacking the rest of her boxes. Apparently some of Patrick's maids or butlers or whatever he had, had already unpacked most of her stuff.

Soon Jane heard banging on her door.

"Shut that nasty stuff off! I am trying to study before dinner! Shut it off now! Jane Rizzoli! Off!" Maura yelled as she banged on Jane's door.

She was not going to have her world changed because of this heathen that her father had decided to bring into her home.

"Bite me!" Jane yelled and only turned on her music louder, ignoring the blonde snob in front of her door. She wouldn't let a snob call her white trash or even laugh at her. Who did she think she was? The Queen of England?

Maura opened Jane's door and it slammed against the wall. Maura stormed over to the CD player and turned it off before she simple picked it up and threw it to the floor, breaking it.

"When I say off, I mean off!" She yelled and then turned and moved back toward the door. She smiled as her back was toward Jane and had a little happy kick to her step.

"You did not just do that!" Jane said in disbelief and lunged at the girl, tackling her to the ground right after she had left her room. She punched her twice with her fist against her ribs on the side, but by far not hard enough to break anything.

"You owe me a new CD player you stupid bitch." Jane hissed and got off of her. She walked back in her room and slammed the door shut.

Maura screamed out right as she landed face first against the floor and tried to roll, but Jane was over her and punching her in the side. She cried out again as she was hit twice in the side. Then she was left gasping on the floor, curled up. She felt a few tears fall down her cheeks and she looked back after Jane as she moved back into her room and slammed the door.

It took her a few minutes before she could get up and she moved to Jane's door and opened it again. She walked right up to her and slapped her hard across the face.

"If you ever touch me again...I will make sure you will never feel safe to sleep again."

Jane was just on the ground, picking up the pieces of her CD player as the door got opened again. She immediately shot up, expecting the rich snob to yell at her but receiving a hard blow across her face, leaving a red hand print. Her cheek stung. Jane grabbed Maura by her fancy blouse and pushed her backwards against her desk.

"You can't threaten me, you little arrogant snob!"

Maura arched her lower body and kneed Jane between the legs hard with the knee cap and grabbed Jane's wrists and tried to pull her off.

"Don't you touch me again," he heaved and her side hurt worse than she let on. Maura was not a tough girl...she was a soft one.

"I mean it! DADDY!" She started to yell in order to get Jane to let her go.

Jane let go of her and took a step back, glaring at her.

"Leave my room, now! And never ever come in here again, or I'll beat you up for real." The Italian girl threatened and walked passed Maura, bumping against her shoulder as she did so.

She got her laptop from a box and moved over to her bed and sat down, opening the laptop, ignoring the blonde. She still felt the hot hand print on her cheek.

"Oh I can come in here whenever I please. This is not your house, might I remind you. I don't even want you here, you sick butch lesbian," she snarled back and glared at Jane for a moment before she huffed and turned on her heel to make her way out of the door.

Her father was standing in the door way and she came to a halt.

"If I ever hear my daughter speaking like that to another human being I will take everything she loves away from her. Now you go to your room and you stay in yours," he said to Jane, looking past Maura.

Jane didn't say anything and watched Maura leave and Patrick closing the door to Jane's room. The brunette let out a sigh and started her laptop. She listened quietly to music and lied on her bed, sobbing into her pillow quietly. She hated it here already. She wished that she and her Mom had never moved out of their apartment. She hated that little brat more than anything!

TBC

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