Hey guys! I just wanted to say that this is a new fanfic my friend Mikayla and I decided to write. The title is based off of a song of the same title by Elvis Presley.

This will be an AU, and Mikayla and I will be writing this together. She will be writing Jane's POV, and I will be writing Maura's.

I hope you enjoy!

I was going to be late and it's my first day on the job. I was rushing around the house and I couldnt seem to find my damn keys. I looked everywhere in this house. Why did it have to be so freaking big? I hate big things. This house was too big for me and it made me feel like those snobs that flaunt all their money. I mean, I have the money, don't get me wrong but I am not one to flaunt it. And ugh, where are these damn keys!?

It was a nice day today in Boston, once I finally found the keys and was able to get out of the driveway. Everybody seemed to be out today which is why I havent even made it halfway to where I was headed. I was already yelling at half the people on the road.

"Watch where you're going, asshole!" Geez, people need to learn how to drive in this town.

I'm Jane, Jane Rizzoli, and as you probably figured out, I have a short temper. I also have a smartass attitude which bothers people, and I'm a bit awkward and shy which is why I dont really have a lot of people that im close to.

I'm from an Italian family and boy, that's a story in itself. My family is absolutely insane, but I love them more than anything in the world. My ma, Angela, is the nosiest person you will ever meet. You could be talking to her for thirty seconds and she will already start asking if you have a husband or are single, if you want kids, hell even when the last time you got laid was. And then there are my two brothers, Tommy and Frankie. Tommy is the trouble maker. Don't even get me started on when he hit a priest with our car. Yes, a priest. Frankie is a detective.

I remember when I wanted to be a detective for all of fifth grade. All the boys laughed at me because they said only boys could be detectives. I am a nurse now, because I never really took my dream of being a detective very seriously. I recently got hired at this new hospital in Boston, which is where I am currently trying to get to if this traffic would let up and people would stop being idiots and drive the right way.

"Could you drive any slower woman!?" I honked my horn at the lady in front of me driving about 20 miles an hour in a 40 zone.

I'm supposed to be assisting a doctor named Maura Isles. She sounds like an interesting woman. I read up on her, yes I am very aware of how weird that may be. I think I have developed a tiny crush on her but that should be the last thing on my mind right now.

Yes, I am a lesbian, I came to terms with this during freshman year and I remember everyone looking at me as an outcast. Well, the girls mainly. The guys looked at me as one of them, although I dont know why. I am not butch at all, but I admit I am not the girliest girl in the world, but still. Maybe it was my voice.

I have a raspy voice, and it has been both a gift and a curse. A lot of women think it is very sexy on me, but it also gives me a very masculine quality. I have long, wavy brown hair that I have been told is very mane-like. I have brown eyes, sort of almond colored, and I am quite tall. I have been told I have legs that go on for days, but i dont like to show them off, to be quite honest. I am, well let's just say, insecure and not confident with myself, per-say. I also tend to hide under sweats, sweatshirts, oh and scrubs, when I am at work.

Speaking of work, finally I made it to this hospital.

I walked into the hospital and walked up to a red-headed lady at the front desk. She looked up at me and smiled.

"Hi I'm Jane Rizzoli, the new assistant nurse for, um, Doctor Maura Isles. Would you happen to know what floor she works on?" I asked.

She pointed to the elevators and said, "Head over there and take the elevator to the third floor, and when you get out make a right and her office should be the first on the left hand side." I smiled, thanked her, and then made my way over to the elevator.
When I got in I started to get really nervous to see Dr. Isles. I convinced myself it was just because it was my first day. Then just as the elevator doors were about to close, a petite honey blonde woman came running to catch the elevator door.

"Hold the door open, please!" she shouted. I pushed the button to keep the doors opened and in walked Dr. Isles.

My breath automatically caught in my throat. She was gorgeous and her features, oh my god. Her little waist perfect to hold, and her lips. Good god her lips. I wanted to kiss her then and there. Don't even get me started on her eyes. I think I got lost in them, because I heard a grunt and looked up. She caught me staring at her, and raised an eyebrow at me.

Great job Rizzoli.

I felt myself start to blush and I extended my arm, "I-I'm Jane Rizzoli, you must be Dr. Isles. I'm your new assistant." I was stuttering.

God, she must think I'm such a weirdo.