A/N- Ok so this is the very short 1st chapter of a story please don't shoot me yet just read please and review there will be a few more chapters. ch 2 my beta is reviewing and I am writing chapter 3 so yea please read and review

Disclaimer- Nope I don't own.

Jane woke up with a pounding headache.

"Ugh, what the hell did I do last night? Decide to drum on trash cans with my head?" she said rubbing her head.

She threw the covers off and stumbled out of bed. She headed to the bathroom ready to get a glass of water and brush her teeth so her mouth no longer tasted like a sewage treatment plant. She grabbed the glass off her sink, looking up to inspect her reflection in the mirror when she saw a note tapped there.

Jane,

You know, if you're going to bring someone home, you should probably make sure you know who the hell you're sleeping with. I can't wait to see Dr. Isles face when she hears that Jane, the dyke, Rizzoli REALLY thinks of her in those designer clothes. I'll be looking forward to Monday!

-Derk

"SHIT!" Jane swore loudly crumpling the note in her hand. As she threw it across the bathroom, the memories of last night came flooding back to her.

She had gotten completely plastered last night at the robber. They had just finished a grueling case and she just felt the need to get plastered. Frost ducked out early, giving some lame excuse about his girlfriend. Maura couldn't make it because she had to check on Bass, he was having some tortoise issue that Jane hadn't quite comprehended. Korsak had drove Frankie home after he started singing off-key show tunes to whole bar. She had continued drinking trying to get the images of the children from the last case out of her mind.

Somewhere between her show tunes, Frankie and the bartender cutting her off. Derk, one of the cops from narcotics, had hit on her and offered to drive her home. Sober Jane would have given him every English version of the word 'NO' but she was so drunk. She was pretty sure she would have went home with a bar stool if it had propositioned her.

He had driven her home and helped her up the three flights of stairs. He invited himself into Jane's apartment without a second thought. One thing had led to another. The next thing she knew, Jane was yelling not Derk's name but Maura's in the heat of passion, much to Derks dismay. He had quickly dressed and left, Jane had fallen into a drunken sleep not thinking about the consequences to come.

She looked back at herself in the mirror.

"I am so fucked on Monday!" she said gripping the sink and hanging her head. She stripped her clothes off before jumping in the shower having the powerful need to wash ever bit of last night off her skin. She spent the rest of her Sunday nursing her horrible hangover; lots of water, some aspirin, leftover pizza from her fridge and a marathon of her favorite shows she had tivo'ed. She went to bed that night trying not to think of the repercussions of her completely brainless Saturday night. She headed to bed early wanted to be rested for the LONG Monday that was sure to be ahead of her.