A/N: Here is a new fic. If I get enough reviews, I'll try to update as quick as possible in my new busy schedule. So please read and review.

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Boston July 1981

"Jane! Wait up!" cried a four year old Frank Rizzoli Junior as he ran over the car park, in an attempt to catch up to his eight year old sister, Jane, as she sprinted for the playground that was up ahead. Their mother hadn't given them long to play before dinner.

When Jane reached the playground, she suddenly grind to a halt, causing Frankie to run into her when he had finally caught up to her, not being able to stop quick enough to avoid the collision.

The collision of the two Rizzoli children caused both kids to crash to the hard, grass covered ground.

"Wha? Jane! That hurt!" Frankie groaned as his older sister pushed him off of her, so that she could get up.

Dusting herself off lightly, she pointed over to the playground. "Look at that girl over there! Climbing on the playground!" Jane replied in utter disgust.

Frank Jr stood up and looked over at the girl that his sister was pointing out. "Yeah? What about her?"

"What she doing here? Look at her fancy smacy clothes!' Jane sneered, pointing out the girl's obviously expensive, fancy tartan dress and just as expensive, shiny black shoes. "She doesn't belong here!" she screeched and started to head over to the young girl.

Maura Elizabeth Isles had practically begged her nanny to take her to this random playground in South Boston instead of the usual one just a block from her home in Roxbury Heights.

Her nanny, Nicola, had asked, "Why?" with a furrowed eyebrow.

"Cause I don't fit in here," Maura had whispered sadly before running down her parents' mansion's long private driveway to her nanny's small red two door car.

Maura slid down a dirty, rusty fireman's pole before running and jumping back up on to the unpainted metal play equipment, this time heading for the graffiti covered slide. She was oblivious to the two local kids heading over to play until she had heard them fall, followed by them talking.

Maura smiled shyly and fixed up her caramel brown hair, making sure that she was presentable to meet new kids, who could potentially become new friends.

"Jane, no being mean or I'll tell Mommy!" Frankie warned as they approached the playground and the strange girl.

Jane groaned and turned to Frankie. "If you don't squeal to Ma, I'll do whatever you want for the rest of the day," she bribed her little brother.

Luckily for Jane, it actually worked.

Frankie Jr smiled a gappy smile. He'd lost a top front baby tooth the afternoon before. "You're on!" he giggled and ran toward the swings to play.

Jane smirked to herself as the rich, light brown haired girl walked shyly over to her. She looked to be about eight, just like Jane herself.

"Hi," the elegant girl spoke very politely, her skinny arms held together lightly behind her as she shyly smiled at the dark brown haired girl dressed in a black t-shirt and a pair of holey blue jeans, also a dirty pair of sneakers, which had a small hole near her big toe on the left foot. They appeared to have formerly been white shoes.

Maura could tell this girl was quite poor and very active. "I'm Maura," she softly introduced herself looking into chocolate brown eyes.

"Yeah?" Jane replied nonchalantly. Her tiny hands on her slightly chubby hips. "What of it?"

Maura looked down and bit her bottom lip, hurt. "Why are you being mean to me?" she asked sadly. Her voice almost inaudible.

"Cause you don't belong here, rich girl," Jane replied firmly, pointing at Maura, just about poking the upset girl in the chest. "Go back to where you belong, this is our playground, not yours!" she sneered before jumping on to the playground, on to the roof of it. "Yo Frankie!" Jane called to her little brother on the swing, pretending as if Maura wasn't there, crying beside the playground. "Come up here!" She laid back, enjoying the hot sun. She sighed. In less then a week, she'd be headed to Summer Camp for the rest of the Summer.

Hurt by the mean girl, Maura wiped her tears away with a sniffle as she walked over to her nanny, who put the newspaper, which she had been reading, down on the bench beside her.

She got up in an instant as Maura ran over to her. "Maura, what happened, sweetie?"

"That girl was so rude and mean to me. Please take me home," she requested through sobs. "I want to play with my chemistry set."

Nicola sighed. She'd had enough of seeing Maura being picked on and Mr and Mrs Isles were too busy to care or notice, so she was going to do something about it. She was going to see where the kids lived and talk to their parents.

Little Maura needed to stop being harassed. To fit in. To finally make some friends.

"Not yet, sweetie. I have a plan," the twenty-four year old nanny whispered, taking Maura's hands in hers. "Let's go sit in the car."

Looking at her little pink watch, Jane groaned. She and Frankie had to leave now otherwise they would be late for dinner and their mother would go nuts. She jumped off the roof of the playground. "Frankie, time to go," she mumbled unhappily.

Frankie groaned himself. He didn't want to go back home yet, their two year old brother, Tommy, would begin to drive him crazy again.

As the Rizzoli children walked the short distance back home, they didn't notice the small car driving slowly a short distance behind them.

"Jane?" Frankie asked, holding his big sister's hand.

"Yeah, Frankie?" she replied as they crossed the quiet street.

"Can you please make sure Tommy don't hurt me?"

Sighing, Jane rubbed the back of her little brother's hand with her thumb. "I'll try, little brother, I'll try," she promised.

They walked up the front path and walked into the house, to the smell of home-made Gnocchi.

"Ma, we're home!" Jane called as they walked up the hall toward the kitchen.

"Wash your hands and set the table!" Angela, their mother called back from the kitchen.

The kids grumbled back headed upstairs to the bathroom, just as the doorbell rang.

Angela put down the small toddler plate that she had in her hand and answered the door. "Hello? How can I help you?" she asked the strange young woman with a shy little girl.

"Are you the mother of the two children that just walked in here?"

"Yes. Why? What they do now?" Angela asked, furrowing her brow.

"Could we talk please?" the rich, young woman asked politely.

Angela sighed but nodded, letting the woman and child in. "Let's go into the living room. Jane! Frankie!"

"Just the girl please."

"Sure," Angela whispered before turning back to the stairs. "Just Jane! Jane, come here please!"

Angela had to admit that she wasn't surprised that Jane had done something. It wasn't the first time. She just wondered what it was this time and how long she was going to ground her this time.