The Intern

Summary: 16-year-old Dana Isles is the BPD's new homicide department intern. At first, Jane is positive she'll be exactly like her cousin Maura. But she's not.

A/N: First Rizzoli & Isles fic, so be nice when you're telling me how terrible it is and how badly I screwed up the characters.

Also, I haven't watched "See One, Do One, Teach One," because my mother won't let me. So if I get a few things wrong if Hoyt and Co show up later on, please let me know in a way that doesn't involve derogatory remarks and yelling. Thanks!

By the way, there are three acceptable ways to pronounce Dana's name: 'Thay-nuh,' 'Jawn-a,' or 'Don-uh.' 'Dan-uh' just doesn't work for me because I'm too obsessed with ancient Celtic linguistics! Feel free to forget that piece of information now that I have satisfied my inner perfectionist. :)

'The Intern' is a working title, and if you have a better idea, I'd love to hear it!

Lastly, there might be a slight crossover to my other favourite fandom later on: Covert Affairs. No spoilers, I promise. And it won't be major enough for me to put this in the 'crossovers' section.

Disclaimer: I'm not Tess Gerritsen. I don't work for TNT. And I know you're intelligent enough for me to not spell out what that entails. :P

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Jane looked at the lieutenant in disbelief. "Okay, let me get this straight. Frost and I are going to put up with some whiny teenager who probably would rather be off playing video games? Or whatever it is sixteen-year-olds do these days? Really, I don't think so. We've got enough issues as it is without taking on a high school intern." She spat the words out like they were something dirty.

Grant looked back at her calmly. "First of all, this young lady has likely never touched a video game in her life. Second of all, she may be sixteen, but she's in her sophomore year of college." Ignoring Jane's open mouth, he continued, "Third, the girl would be much more of a help than a hindrance, if half of what I've heard about her is true. Fourth," he said, giving Jane a slightly mocking look, "She's Maura's cousin."

Jane pondered it for a moment, then said resignedly, "When does she start?"

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The next morning, Jane walked into her office to find Maura and her cousin waiting.

"Good morning, Jane." Maura put her arm around the girl's shoulder. "I'd like you to meet Dana Isles, my cousin and your new intern."

"Hey, Maura. Hi, Dana," Jane said, sounding as if she had yet to have her coffee. Which, by the way, was true.

Dana shook Jane's hand. Her grip was firm, and her hand was chilly and soft. "It's a pleasure, Detective Rizzoli," she said neutrally.

"If we're going to be working together," Jane told her, "You might as well call me Jane." She took a large gulp of her coffee and headed over to her desk. "I'll give you the orientation."

Maura hurried over to Jane. "Thanks for agreeing to take Dana," she said quietly. "I appreciate it. I promise she'll be very useful once she gets her bearings. And trust me, she's not at all like me once you get to know her."

She left before Jane could reply.

Frost chose that moment to walk in the door. "Hey, Jane," he greeted her. Noticing Dana, he added, "You must be our new intern. I'm Barry Frost, Jane's partner."

"Dana Isles," she replied. "I'm glad to be here."

Frost and Dana joined Jane at her desk. The detective Dana a quick explanation of the way things worked in their section of the BPD, with the new intern nodding coolly and asking the occasional question.

Korsak entered just as Jane and Frost were about to give Dana a tour of the building.

"Mornin', Korsak," Frost said.

"Hi, Frost. Hey, Jane." he replied.

"Vince, I'd like you to meet our new intern, Dana Isles. She'll be with us for three months," Jane informed him.

"Hi, Dana," Korsak said gruffly. "Nice to meet you." He glanced over at his desk. "I'd tag along for your tour of the building, but Grant dumped a butt load of paperwork on me. I made a bet with Crowe that I'd finish it before noon today," he added to Jane and Frost.

"Good luck," Frost said, trying not to laugh. Both he and Jane had seen the two-inch-high stack of papers on Korsak's desk. Frost made a bet with himself Korsak would be lucky to finish it by the end of the week.

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