So this is my first Rizzoli & Isles fanfic! Yay! I loved the hole Joe and Jane thing and I actually have a lot of ideas for them. Since I didn't see many stories for them, I'm deciding to post this now. Not a lot of time to rant but I based it off the song by Grant Lee Buffalo called Truly, Truly and if you're a Gilmore Girl fan you'll remember the song from a Dean/Rory moment. You should listen to it, cause it sounds great and you kinda get a feel for the story!

Joe leaned against the fence of the parking lot looking across the street at the girl whom had been stuck in his head since he first met her. Jane Rizzoli. She was leaning against her father's car talking with her brother Frankie and a few of his friends whom he guessed wanted her to drive them somewhere with their pleading eyes and innocent looking faces.

Janey, as he loved to call her, was the bane of his existence and he loved being the bane of hers. His friend elbowed him and glanced down at the cooler before shifting his eyes to Jane. Joe grinned and nodded, opening the cooler and taking out the biggest one he could find. He strolled over to Jane quietly, holding his weapon behind his back. He heard his four friends snickering behind him as they also walked over.

"Hey Janey," Joe greeted with a big smile.

Jane, her brother and his friends turned to him. She frowned.

"Don't call me Janey. What do you want?"

"I can't just say hi to my grade school buddy?" Joe asked a little too innocently.

"We're in the same high school so no," she replied bluntly, her brown eyes studying him.

"Aw, Janey, don't be like that."

"Well Joey, I can't help it," she replied smugly.

Joe frowned at the nickname and revealed his weapon, Jane immediately losing her smirk.

"No."

He nodded, stepping closer to her.

"Yeah."

"Joey," she warned.

"Janey," he said grinning madly.

Frankie and his friends, not wanting to get wet got inside the car and locked the doors. Joe ignored them as he let his friends go first, tossing water balloons at Jane and laughing. Joe watched as jaw dropped in shocked but he could see a glint of amusement in her eyes once colorful balloons of water stopped flying towards her.

Joe walked closer to her putting an arm around her shoulder before bursting his giant green water balloon over her head.

"You look great, Frog Face."

She glared at him before leaving his arm, simply walking around to the driver side. Frankie unlocked the door Jane got in, starting the car and footing the gas while in park. Joe and his friends immediately lost their grins.

Jane rolled down the window to hear Joe's words.

"Jane, come on Rizzoli," he pleaded.

He heard Frankie's friends laughing as they buckled themselves in.

"I can't here you, Grant," she yelled loudly, "My ears are a little waterlogged!"

She put the car in drive and he began running along with his friends as Rizzoli drove behind them, far enough to not really hit them but close enough to put that fear that she would in their minds.

Jane sighed as Maura's giggles filled the car. They were driving through Jane's old neighborhood on their way back to the precinct, Maura had asked about her childhood, and teenage years with Joe Grant, whom Jane stupidly told Maura lived right around the corner from her when they were young.

"Did you hit him with the car?" Maura asked.

"I really wanted to," Jane replied, "Daddy would've killed me had I came back with a Joe sized dent on his car."

Maura sighed in amusement, "You make it sound like Joe Grant was the one to antagonize, I'm sure you started a few of your situations."

Jane chose not to ask Maura to explain what "situations" meant, instead choosing to fill her in on another summer story.

"I didn't start as many battles as he did," Jane replied, "but I'll tell you about the neighborhood pool incident."

Jane smirked at the idea she had just gotten. She wanted to make sure he was in the state she needed him to be in before putting her plan in motion. She casually walked towards Joe Grant, wondering if he was paying attention or not. The sunglasses covering his eyes made it hard to see if they were open or not but he was lying by the pool on a beach towel and no idiot would do that. Then again, this was Joey Grant. No one messed with him unless it was Jane.

She leaned down to him, looking at her reflection in his sunglasses. He made no motion to move so she gently pulled the sunglasses back. He snored slightly, but his eyes were closed. She grinned even more and placed the sunglasses back in place.

Jane took off her shorts and tightened the strings on the lower half of her bikini before rushing over to the diving board right by Joe. She signaled for people nearby to move back and they did so with smiles. Joe's friends leaned against the wall, deciding not to wake Joe up and warn him, instead choosing to enjoy the scene playing out before them.

Jane glanced back at Joe to make sure he was still asleep before she cannonballed into the pool causing a big splash, water rising and splashing right on top of Joe causing him to abruptly sit up in shock.

"What the hell!"

He yanked off his sunglasses and looked in the pool just in time to see Jane climbing out. Before she fully got out though, she turned to smirk at him.

"You okay, Joey?"

He glared at her, practically growling, "Jane."

She got out the pool and stood next to his wet form. His black tank top and red swim trunks were clinging to him.

"You're asking for it."

"Well you begged for it," she shot back.

Joe stood up, now face to face with her, "You're still not over the water balloon thing?"

"I'm not over the water balloon thing, the ice-cream thing, and the frog face thing, anything that you've done to me. I hate you."

"Hate is such a strong word, Janey," Joe said with a smirk, "Dislike maybe."

"Oh so strongly dislike," Jane replied, "But I feel a little better having splashed you with water."

"Really?"

"Yep, but you know what would make me feel much better?" she asked with a grin.

Joe grinned back at her, "What?"

She took his shades and put them on her head, resting in her hair. She nodded for a moment and then pushed him back into the pool.

"Bye, Joey!"

She grabbed her shorts and towel. Joe swam to the surface swatted water towards her, only succeeding in wetting her ankles.

"Rizzoli!"

She pushed the shades over her eyes and ran towards the exit. Knowing it wouldn't be long until Joe came running after her.

Maura shook her head with a grin, "You took his sunglasses?"

Jane pointed to the sunglasses resting in the cup holder.

"Still wear them," Jane replied.

"I'm sure you two provided many a laugh for people in the neighborhood," commented Maura.

Jane hummed in response. They drove in silence for a while.

"So how would you describe your relationship with Grant?"

Jane turned to Maura in confusion.

"We hate each other, Maura. Did you not get that from any of those stories?"

"Not quite," Maura said honestly. She noticed Jane look to her for elaboration and gladly explained, "It seems kind of like you two weren't friends but not enemies either. You both were too much in contact to be the others acquaintance. I believe the term for what you two are would be frenemies."

Jane thought about her words for a moment and nodded, "Frenemies… I can deal with that."

"Yes," Maura agreed, "but I also got a flirtatious undertone to your interactions as well."

"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that," Jane told her.

Maura smiled at her best friend. Jane glanced over at the ME and rolled her eyes.

"I don't like Joe Grant."

"Come on, Jane, there has to be at least one moment in which the both of you let down your guard and actually got along without childish fights and attitudes."

Jane rocked back and forth on the swing in the park, her long legs making it easier for her to stay in control of her movements. She turned to the person sitting next to her on the swing, sitting in silence.

"What do you want?" he finally asked.

She gave him a solemn look.

"I heard about your dad," she said, "Everyone's looking for you."

"And out of all the people looking for me, my enemy finds me," he said, nodding at the situation, "Do you even care?"

Jane stopped mid swing, still staring at him, "I care."

Joe sighed and looked off to his right. Jane got off her swing and walked in front of him, gripping the chains of his swing as she spoke.

"Hey."

Grant turned to look at her.

"I do care. I mean, sure we're not the best of friends, but we're… friends. I think."

Grant smiled a little, "Yeah, we are."

She smiled back, "I still hate you.. Buddy."

"I hate you too.. Pal."

She nodded with a grin, "Alright, so your dad is in the hospital, but he is awake now, and though he just had a heart attack, he's demanding that your mom goes out and gets him a cheeseburger with curly fries. Ten bucks says your mom is still yelling at him when we get there."

Joe laughed, "Ten bucks says she's too mad to yell so instead she's glaring at him with her arms folded and that scowl she gets."

"Ooh," Jane winced, "I'll take it."

"Thanks Janey."

She nodded as they began walking towards the exit of the park, "You're welcome Joey."

"Aw," Maura cooed.

Jane rolled her eyes, "That was just one moment out of many moments of torture, Maura. It doesn't mean anything."

"But you care. You said you care about him."

"Cared," Jane corrected, "and I meant about his well-being not him."

"Right," Maura said passively.

Jane groaned, "Maura."

"It's just my opinion, but I believe that you care for Grant more than you let on," Maura stated.

"Now you make opinions?"

"I always have opinions, Jane, I just don't make assumptions."

"Well stop assuming that I have feelings for Joe Grant."

"You mean Joey, as you so affectionately call him?"

"Shut up, Maura."

Maura laughed, "You wouldn't be so offensive about it if it weren't on some level true. I think you've came to terms with it a while ago. You have feelings for Joe Grant. You grew up together, he teased you in grade school, you picked on each other in high school, and you always have this playful sort of flirtatious banter with one another. You even show classic signs of adoration and affection towards each other. For instance-"

"You're not gonna to go all Google and Wikipedia on me , are you?"

Maura frowned slightly.

"Look," Jane sighed, "Maybe on some sort of subconscious level, way, way, way, way, way back in the recess of my mind, deep, deep, deep down I may feel a tiny, tiny little something for Joe Grant."

"You know plants and trees grow right?" Maura asked.

Jane rolled her eyes, "Everyone knows that Maura, what are you getting at."

"That deep, deep, deep down, those feelings may have rooted, so to speak, and bloomed out of the recess of your-"

"Shut up, Maura."

Maura smiled, "Okay. Why do you still wear his sunglasses?"

"Maura."

"Shutting up."

They drove the rest of the way in silence. Jane hated that Maura was right. If she was honest with herself, she truly did have feelings for Joey Grant.

I was thinking of doing another chapter maybe, but I'm not sure. Tell me what you think. I'm kinda comfortable with the characters, but I'm not sure if I protrayed them well enough. Way more comfortable with Jane than Maura though.