Author's Notes: Well hello there! This is my first foray into writing a Rizzoli & Isles fanfic. My co-author, the lovely SamanthaLisaWalkerfan101, has done this before, so I'm hoping you'll all be pleased with the results.
Now, this has not been beta'd, but we both have proofed it as best as we can.
So, we hope you enjoy! And if you did, please leave a review!
Oh, and neither SamanthaLisaWalkerfan101 nor myself own Rizzoli & Isles. I just happen to like making the characters dance. Dance puppets, dance!
"You bastards know you have absolutely nothing on me. I'm a straight-A student, AP courses all the way.. Sterling record. You don't like my looks, so you want me gone. Just own that." Jane Rizzoli reclined sideways in her seat, smirking. She observed her adversary. A short, fat, slovenly man whose shirt bore the stains of the days lunch. Or at least, she hoped it was that day's lunch...
"Now, Janie, we-" The grotesque excuse for a principal began.
Jane immediately went from cocky to livid. "Don't you fucking call me that! No one calls me that! Not my mother, not my brothers, and definitely not a dickless, pencil-pushing know-nothing like you!" Face heated and red, where once she had been seated with her left leg hung over the corresponding chair arm, she now sat bolt upright, fingers digging into padded armrests.
The dickless Principal flushed. "Now listen here, you little delinquent, we know you stole the finals. We know you sold them to the students that were going to fail the year if they failed their finals. We know it, even if we can't prove it. And we both know it's only a matter of time until we get someone you sold a final, to flip on you. So we're giving you one chance to keep that clean record you're so proud of. Leave here, now. Never come back. You'll still graduate, though you won't be able to stand with your 'peers' and collect a diploma. You'll get a glowing recommendation for whatever college you decide to attend. Let them deal with your attention-seeking behaviors." Mumbling under his breath, he continued, "Worthless dyke."
Shooting forward faster than he could blink, her body clearing the assorted knick-knacks off the desk. And even as a placard bearing the name "Richard Lochless" buried itself painfully into her abdomen, Jane was wrapping her hands into the principal's collar, forcing his skull to rock back painfully with the impact. "I'm not fucking worthless! I'll fucking kill you! I'll kill you!" Jane's mouth was literally foaming, and Lochless began fearing for his life.
"I told you not to push her buttons," Spoke a voice from the doorway.
Startled, both girl and man turned toward the sound, Jane's grip slacking off as she turned.
"S-s-superintendent! I-" Began Mr. Dick-err-Lochless.
"Save it. I knew I should have handled this myself." Turning her head to better make eye contact with the younger woman, she said, "Do you know who I am?"
Jane matched the eye contact, and casually assessed the woman. Tall, slender. Nicely pressed dress suit. Carefully coiffed hair, light yet affective makeup. Clearly a fellow lover of women. These facts, combined with the fact that the principle referred to her as "Superintendent" meant she could only be one person. "Yeah. You're the school board superintendent. Melissa Sharpe. What, you here to back up your little peon?"
Sharpe snorted, clearly amused. "Quite the contrary, my dear girl. I came to make sure 'my little peon,' as you called him, didn't make a mess of things. Obviously, I didn't get here soon enough."
Slowly, the tension within Jane left, and her rigid shoulders began to slacken. "No, you didn't," she stated, then huffed out a breath. "If you people are so very desperate to be rid of me, I suppose I shouldn't fight you. Recommendation to any university I choose, huh? Fine. I'll let you know where I decide by the end of June. Besides, I was getting sick of this place anyway."
Gracefully vaulting herself from lean-laying on the desk to standing sure-footed on the floor, Jane walked out of the principal's office. As she passed Superintendent Sharpe, she gave a wink and a smirk. Then she left the school grounds at a leisurely pace, ignoring dirty looks from both security officers and teachers alike.
Walking down the street to her family's home, Jane scuffed her feet along the sidewalk, kicking a pebble or bottle cap every now and then, lost within her thoughts. "Worthless..." she murmured, a single tear tracking down her cheek. "I'll show them who's worthless..." Stopping suddenly, she tilted her head up to the sky and howled.
At that moment, as if in response to her pain, the skies opened up, and large, heavy raindrops fell from above.
"Great. Nothing's going right for me. I just had to wear a white t-shirt today. And these jeans will take forever to dry..." Indeed, Jane's t-shirt was quickly becoming transparent. And her motorcycle boots, while quite the fashion statement with ripped black jeans, quickly began filling with water, making a sploshing noise with every step she took. "God dammit, will anything go right today?"
At that moment, a BMW splashed through a particularly large puddle, creating a wave that further drenched Jane, as though to prove that no, nothing would be going her way on this day. Then, much to Jane's shock, the driver of the car hit the brakes, and climbed out. A lovely, dark-blonde, female driver.
"Oh, goodness! I really didn't see you until it was too late! You should be more careful in storms like this, visibility is very low! You could easily get struck by an inattentive driver, perhaps one who is changing CDs, or talking on the phone, or..." the girl, a year or two younger than Jane herself based on appearances, was talking, or rather rambling, nonstop. Jane quickly went from annoyed, to amused, to flustered, then back to annoyed.
"Hey, lady, how about instead of us standing in the middle of the road in the rain, talking about idiot drivers, you let me get going so I can get away from where I could be run over!"
The younger woman flushed. "I-I'm sorry. I get carried away. Can I offer you a ride to...To wherever you're going? It's the least I can do after, after, after drenching you?"
"Fine," Jane grumbled, marching over to the driver's side of the younger girl's vehicle.
Maura just stood there, confused. Surely this woman was not going to steal her car and leave her in the rain. Relief spread through her as she saw that the older female was only opening the door for her, a lovely gesture. Quickly, Maura got into the car.
"Thank you," she said as Jane shut the door and stomped over to the passenger side.
Once Jane was settled, she looked at the girl and her surroundings. Clearly, this girl was not from the same parts Jane was from.
"Wow," Jane whispered, "is this a BMW?"
"Yes," Maura answered simply. "My father gave it to me as a graduation gift. It is an older model though. I am Maura, by the way. Maura Isles."
"Rizzoli," was the reply. "Jane Rizzoli."
Maura thought the name was a very pleasant one, and it fit the woman well. "Where are you headed, Jane Rizzoli?"
"Hell," Jane replied sardonically.
Maura scrunched up her eyebrows. Maybe she had misheard the girl. She was speaking with a different accent than the prim and proper ones she was used to hearing. "Excuse me?"
"I said Hell," snapped the older of the two. "Everybody hates me and I'm going to burn in Hell for the rest of my life."
"Technically," the honey-haired woman began, "you would burn in Hell for the rest of your afterlife. That is, if all of those teachings are to be believed, and I'm of the opinion that they aren't. Most likely, they were a bunch of tales invented to curb bad behavior in the maturing youth, much like fairytales and fables are used today."
Jane gaped. Here she was, in a car, a friggin' BMW, with a strange girl, and she was pouring out her every insecurity only to be told that her religion, the same religion that would persecute her for her lifestyle, was just a bunch of make believe bullshit.
Maura obviously did not notice, and it was not until a horn sounded from somewhere behind them that she continued talking, "Anyway, that is beside the point. Whether or not you believe you will go to Hell, and I can't imagine why anyone would want to believe that, I asked where you are going, now. Where would you like me to drive you?"
Without waiting for an answer, Maura pulled away from the curb she had be idling by.