Disclaimer: Rizzoli and Isles does not belong to me. I am mingling the R&I fictional characters with the factual characters of United States Civil War History for this fanfic story.

Pairing: Jane as Jan and Maura as Moira during U.S. Civil War Era.

Rating: T for adult language and offending words. Changing to M is possible in later chapters.

Summary: What if Jane and Maura met during the U.S. Civil War era. It is AU story.

Chapter 1

Boston, December 1862

Gianna "Jan" Rizzoli, the daughter of Italian immigrants, Francesco and Annabella Rizzoli, strolled on the snow covered rocky pavement while her best friend, Bart Frost, was following her to the meetinghouse where abolitionist's weekly meeting was taken.

Jan was born in Boston and grew up seeing the horror of the slavery so she was strongly against it with her passion. When she was 18 years old to be independent from her parents, she became the staunch abolitionist and she got involved with the Underground Railroad which was a vast of network of people who helped fugitive slaves escape to the North and to Canada.

While walking on the road, she clutched her ponderous dress higher above the slushy ground because she didn't want to be nagged by her mother who sweated her blood over the customized dress for her only daughter. Jan sometimes wished for wearing the latest fashion bloomer, long baggy pants narrowing to a cuff at the ankles but her mother forbad her wearing it because she didn't want to see her daughter to be ridiculed by the public.

Sighing, Jan turned around facing Bart, "Arrggh. Seriously? It was snowing this morning. I wish I wear the bloomer or trouser so I don't want my annoying bulky dress covering the mud or Ma would kill me!"

Bowing with his railroad cap in his hands over his chest, Bart replied in his sympathetic voice with hidden mirth, "Madame, I am sorry for your frustration over your erm... dress. Do you want me to hold your dress in the back while walking?"

"For Pete's sake, stop calling me Madame. You are not my slave but best friend. I don't need your friggin' help for lifting my dress. I can handle it myself," Jan scoffed in annoyance, gripping her dress higher as she turned to pace. Bart chuckled lightly at Jan's usual exasperation look. When he was walking behind her, he began to look back on when Jan helped him to escape from his slave owner, Master Crowe and he developed his friendship with her over a few years.

Flashback in Spring 1860 in Norfolk, Virginia

When the house slave Bart Frost lifted a horse leg for preparing to replace the horseshoe, he heard the horses galloping nearby so he raised his head to see the fancy carriage arriving front of Master Daniel Crowe's mansion on the tobacco plantation. Putting the horse leg down, he scurried toward to assist the carriage driver to settle the horses. After that, he walked to the front of the carriage door. Stunned, he saw the olive skinned beauty's head with fancy bonnet poked out of the carriage door. He quickly offered his hand to help her step down.

Smirked at his stunned expression, the lady looked at his offered hand while holding her fancy umbrella. Reluctantly, she took his hand as she step down to the ground.

Inclining his head, Bart said courteously, "Madame Rizzoli, Master Crowe is expecting you to meet him at his library room. Please follow me."

"Why, thank you. What's your name?" Jan asked Bart while walking with him toward the mansion. Stopped on the front door, Bart was astounded by her query of his name because no white person ever ask him for his name.

Holding his hat on his chest, Bart bowed his head, "Madame Rizzoli, my name is Bart Frost. Pleased to meet you."

Jan winced by hearing the word Madame, "Please call me Jan instead of Madame Rizzoli."

"Yes, Madame Jan," Bart nodded.

"Just call me Jan not Madame Jan," she corrected him with her irritated look.

The door was open abruptly. Jan and Bart jumped slightly by hearing the high pitched voice from the female house slave with her handkerchief wrapped head. "Madame Rizzoli, please follow me." When the house slave turned back on her, Jan rolled her eyes by hearing the word Madame again. Bart was trying not to snicker at Jan's rolling eyes at his sister Dorothea. Shaking his head, he thought to himself, I already like Jan. He paced back to the carriage for his further assistance.

In the library room, Jan was sitting restlessly on the leather sofa. What a reeking tobacco smell! I cannot wait to get out of this room to breathe! She exhaled to get rid of smoking odor.

Daniel Crowe came into the room and he sat down on the leather chair as he took his cigar out of the cigar box. While struggling to lit fire, he was puffing his cigar. He gave Jan his curious look, "Madame Rizzoli, it is my pleasure to welcome you to my home. I believe you are here to negotiate for the prices for my slaves. Am I correct?"

Standing up, Jan approached him slowly, "Master Crowe, you are correct. I am interested to purchase all of your slaves."

After Crowe put down his nasty cigar on his massive ashtray, he took his nut cracker and picked up a walnut from the bowl of the nuts from the end table. He gave his effort to crack the walnut open carefully at same time, Jan cringed by hearing the cracking sound as her knuckles went white. As he took the nut out of the shell, he held the nut front of Jan's face. "Madame Rizzoli, I want to give you the idea of the human brain. By comparing this size of walnut brain to your brain, I believe they are same because you are nut to come here to buy my slaves. For your information, my slaves are not for sale. You are not welcome here unless you are here to entertain me," Crowe mocked as he consumed the nut wholly.

Insulted, Jan grasped her fancy umbrella tightly as she wished to whack his head with it. Keeping her Italian temper at bay, she gave him fake smile. "Master Crowe, I am willing to please you tonight because I need a rest from my long journey. I need my private moment to attend my needs in your washroom. I would be appreciated if you send me your female slave to assist me." She fanned herself with her fancy fan with her fake twinkling eyes.

Delighted, Crowe called the house slave, "Dorothea!" When the house slave appeared at the door, "Yes, Master Crowe?"

"Assist Madame Rizzoli to the washroom and after this, prepare the guest room for her," Master Crowe commanded in his harsh tone.

Dorothea inclined her head to obey her master without hesitation. "Madame Rizzoli, please follow me to the washroom."

Once they got into the washroom, Jan grabbed Dorothea's hand as she put her index finger over her lip to shush her.

Surprised, Dorothea gave Jan what-is-going-on look. "Madame Rizzoli?" she asked quietly.

Sighing, Jan held Dorothea's shoulder gently. "First of all, please call me Jan not the word Madame. Ok?" Dorothea nodded meekly. "Dorothea, can you trust me?" she nodded again. "Ok, here I go," Jan paused for a moment before she spoke. "Actually, my colleagues and I are involved with the Underground Railroad and we will help you and other slaves to escape. Will you help me out, Dorothea?" Jan implored with hint of sincerity.

Dorothea stared at her incredulously. At same time, she was thrilled to hear the word "escape" but she was cautious. "Jan, are you testing me for my loyalty to Master Crowe so I would be punished severely?"

Understanding, Jan replied with her soft voice, "I assure you that we are not testing you. Please help us then?" Dorothea smiled slowly as she nodded. "Great! Please help me to remove this dreadful dress so I can move without hassle," Jan lifted the dress as Dorothea assisted her immediately. Jan revealed her plan to Dorothea while she changed her clothes.

Meanwhile Crowe sat on his favorite chair puffing his cigar, he thought to himself, I cannot wait to have her sucking my cock and fuck her senseless tonight. He chuckled lightly. When he heard Madame Rizzoli approaching to the library room, he was flabbergasted by seeing her in the man's clothes. "What the hell.. Are you dyke? What are you trying to do?" Crowe asked her in his menacing voice as he stood up abruptly.

Smirking, Jane replied, "Since you refused to sell me your slaves and insulted my intelligence on the analogy between the brain and a nut, I am here to help the slaves to escape."

"You must be nut, fucking Bitch! You cannot steal my niggers," Crowe spat as he leaped to strangle Jan. Behind Crowe, Dorothea came to save Jan by smacking the back of Crowe's head with Jan's fancy umbrella.

Outside of Crowe mansion, Dorothea called her brother Bart to come.

"Yes, Dorothea?" Bart faced his sister while he panted from running from the horse stable. When Dorothea revealed Jan's Underground Railroad plan, Bart's eyes widened. Bart could not believe that the he and other slaves would be freed so he obliged to go to the area where Jan's Underground Railroad partner Vincent Korsak and other colleagues were hiding so he could inform them to initiate the plan B which involves escaping immediately.

When Crowe opened his eyes with his pounding headache, he found himself bounded with the chains and his hands in his back on his favorite chair. When he saw his clock, he realized that he was unconscious more than two hours.

"Finally, you are awake. Can you tell me where are your slave ownership deeds please?" Jan asked him in her forced pleasant voice.

"Fuck you. I will not tell you where my niggers' papers are, Bitch!" Crowe roared. Jan seethed visibly with her piercing eyes, she grabbed the nut cracker from the end table. She showed it front of his face while clutching his jacket.

"Don't ever call me Bitch or your former slaves, the N word. Otherwise I will crack your nut not your brain. Capisce?" Jan threatened, pointing his crotch with Crowe's nut cracker.

Bart burst into the library room unexpectedly, "Jan! I found the slave ownership deeds in Master Crowe's bedroom!" Jan stood up slowly with her small smile.

"Thank you, Bart. Please give the deeds to Mr. Korsak. I will be right back with you after I am done discussing with Crowe," Jan waved him dismissively. Bart nodded and left. While Bart walked out of the mansion, he shook his head unbelievingly by overhearing Jan's threat about the nut cracker.

Angry, Crowe felt his sweat ran down on his temple as he ignored Jan's threat. "You cannot take my niggers or you will be hanged, you pathetic BITCH!" Crowe spat venomously.

"That's it! You asked for it!" Jan unbelted Crowe's trouser with his nut cracker, Crowe widened his eyes.

While Bart and Dorothea were discussing about their future plan as freed slaves outside, they heard Crowe's blood curdling scream that sent the shock wave in a mile radius. It sent the birds flying off the trees, caused the horses jumping slightly, and even scared the feral cats skedaddling frantically.

Bart reminded himself not to piss Jan off as he rubbed his crotch absentmindedly. When Dorothea gave him her puzzling glare, he informed her about Crowe and the nut cracker. She was appalled by Jan's action but she was grateful for her to help her escaping to her freedom. In her mental note, she would have a talk with Jan about the male anatomy sensitivity someday.

Back to Boston December 1862.

Rando, the freed field slave whom Jan helped to escape from Master Crowe, jogged toward Jan and Bart before they entered the meetinghouse. Panting, Rando began to speak, "Crackie.. I got the source that your brother Tomaso gave your mother's wedding ring to Master Doyle to cover his gambling debt." Rando nicknamed Jan as Crackie because of the infamous Crowe incident. Rando had many scars because he was beaten badly by Master Crowe with his whip. He felt that he owed Jan his life as his gratitude so he ended up as her informant in the Underground Railroad and other circumstances.

Jan's jaw clenched tightly by learning her disgraced brother who actually stole the Rizzoli family heirloom wedding ring. "Thank you for informing me. Can you tell me where Tomaso is now?" Jan asked Rando in her controlled voice.

"Crackie, I saw him playing the poker at Master Doyle's Lucky Irish Casino," Rando replied, bowing his head. The concealed casino was Crime Boss Doyle's illegal gaming establishment.

"Ok, can you come with me to the damn casino?" Jan asked Rando as she looked at Bart.

"Sure I will come with you, my dear Crackie," Rando replied, holding his hand on his chest.

"Yes, Madame Rizzoli," Bart teased with his Frost smirk as Jan gave him her Rizzoli scornful look.

Lucky Irish Casino.

At the poker table, Tomaco held his cards with three Aces and two Kings, thinking I will win this so I want to raise the ante to buy back the Rizzoli wedding ring without my sister Gianna knowing.

Over the sudden, Jan sent Tomaso's cards flying over the table. He raised himself to defend against his angry sister. "Gianna! How dare you interrupting my poker game! Stupida!" Tomaso threw his hands away in exasperation.

By hearing his insult by calling her stupid in Italian, Jan punched his jaw hard. Tomaso fell down on the floor dazed as he rubbed his chin absentmindedly.

"Oww!" Jan winced, shaking her hand with her pained expression. She looked down at her brother splaying on the floor. She lifted her dress to kneel beside him. "You are disgrace to the Rizzoli Family. Don't ever come over our home because you stole the Rizzoli family heirloom. I don't trust you anymore," Jan said in her sad voice.

Standing up with Bart's assistance, Jan asked Rando where Doyle was. He motioned her to follow him where Doyle sat. Jan saw the beautiful honey blonde bended toward Doyle while arguing with him. Jan felt attracted to her Irish beauty with her quirky temper. Jan just learned that the Irish beauty was Doyle's daughter, Moira. Smitten, Jan kept listening what Moira saying to her own father.

"Dad, I cannot tolerate your criminal activities on the illegal gaming establishment. I am so tired of tending your goons in the medical care. I want to work as doctor by helping the Union soldiers instead of the criminals. I had my opportunity to join the medical team for the Union Army. Don't you dare sending one of your goons as my bodyguard. I can take care of myself," Moira declared with her serious tone.

Doyle rose facing her only daughter, "Moira, please don't go. I beg you because I really care for you and I don't want you to get killed on the ridiculous war!"

Moira gave him her sorrowful look, "Dad, it is time for me to go. I am sorry." With her teary eyes, she looked down, walking past by Jan. Doyle kept his pride by holding his tear back. He realized that the brunette stood, waiting for him.

"What do you want, Gianna?" Doyle asked Jan with his trembling cold voice.

In the flashback of Moira Doyle's life.

Moira Doyle was born in New York City to her Irish immigrants Padraic and late Bridget Doyle. She never met her mother because she died during the childbirth. Her older brother, Collin and she was raised and protected by her single father because of his rivalry with the crime boss Bill "The Butcher" Cutting on the immigrant issues in New York City. When she fell ill when she was a teenager, she became interested in doctor by meeting Dr. Elizabeth Blackwell, the first female doctor in NYC. When Doyle and his rival Bill's gang wars intensified, Doyle and his children escaped to Boston for their safety reason.

With her father's blessing, Moira wanted to be a medical doctor that would treat women patients so she attended New England Female Medical College. While her studying at the college, she befriended with Clara Barton who later was a Civil War nurse and earned the nickname, "The Angel of the Battlefield."

When Moira's good friend Clara Barton learned of her father being desperately ill in late 1861, she returned home to her father's bedside from the Civil War battleground till her father's death. When Moira visited Clara in her father's house once a while, she was inspired by Clara's tales of her Civil War nurse experiences on helping the Union Army soldiers.

When Doyle increased his demands of his daughter, Moira to tend his thugs in her medical care, she determined to get out of her father's crimes so she want to redeem herself by taking medical care of the Union Army for the good causes.

Back to Lucky Irish Casino on December 1862.

Jan sat down slowly facing Doyle. With her bold determination, she asked him to return her Rizzoli family heirloom wedding ring if she can do any favor for him in the legitimate way if possible. Doyle sat back thinking whether to accept her offer or kick her out. At the moment, he bended forward facing her with his unusual proposition.

"Will you be willing to watch over and protect my daughter Moira on the Civil War battleground in exchange of your family heirloom and extra money for your family? I have heard about the 54th Regiment Mass Volunteer Infantry recruitment from your abolitionist's weekly meeting. I can get you the forged birth certificate as male so I can pull the strings to let you join the Union Army as Lieutenant Jan Rizzoli. Take it or leave it," Doyle offered his hand as Jan looked at him incredulously.

To Be Continued..

I hope this story intrigues you with these characters in the Civil War history. I would love to read your reviews. By the way, I don't mean to offend you with the N word. Peace?