First crack at writing Rizzoli and Isles. I do not own anything related to this show. That is Ms. Tamaro and Ms. Gerritsen's territory. Just using the girls and other characters and activities related to the show to stretch my legs a bit. Please don't expect expert commentary on either of their professions. Thank you in advance for giving this a chance... May get a little messy here and there, so, M rating just in case. Well, and maybe for another reason... Did someone say Rizzles? Let's hope so...

It was just another humid late summer day in Boston. No breeze was anywhere to be found. If you walked outside for any amount of time, you would feel the stifling of your breath in an instant as you reached to wipe your brow. She wiped her brow right before the droplet would have rolled into her eye. A second droplet threatened to leave its mark on the ground below, but she couldn't risk the stain it would leave. A close call she thought to herself as she quickly reached across her forehead with the back of her gloved hand not able to let go of the sharp instrument in her hand. Quickly gathering the item she came for, she paused briefly to look at her hands. Realizing her normally immaculate footwear was the victim of two errant droplets, she frowned for a moment, hoping she could empty her hands quickly, not leaving any other trace of her previous activity just a few moments before. She swiftly removed the rubber gloves wrapping the sharp instrument on the inside of one of the gloves as all the items that were on and in her hands fell with a thud inside the plastic bag. She looked up from her position and made note that she had a few more moments of uninterrupted time to take care of her shoe before the stain set in. She quickly checked the bottom of each shoe to make sure she did not take any part of this scene with her. She nodded her head as if giving herself the all clear, and reached down and with just a slight amount of pressure from her now moistened thumb, she returned her shoe to its immaculate state, grinning slightly at the slight metallic taste now tinging the tip of her tongue. She stood back up and glanced around the area. With no one in sight, she rolled the plastic bag and placed it into a nylon backpack that she had just pulled from under a bush. "Too easy", she muttered, "too easy".

"Ma"! It's my day off! Why are you in my bedroom at, at, what time is it" ? Jane whined to her mother as the covers were being pulled from her still hazy from sleep form.

Angela was continuing her removal of said covers "Janie, its noon for Christ sake, get your ass up"!

"I don't want to"!

"I don't care what you want, you promised to go shopping with me to pick out a gift for Maura's birthday, now... get... up"!

"Ma, just get her a bottle of that Chateaubriblahblah and she will be happy as a clam".

"Jane Clementine Rizzoli, if you don't get out of that bed this instant, I will tell Maura that you were the one that broke her antique vase wrestling Frankie for the remote, not Bass bumping into the table"!

Jane shot up quickly, jumped out of bed, and mumbled, "You should have been a priest Ma, you can lay on the guilt better than anyone I know".

Jane hated shopping. She hated getting up on her day off. She hated the fact that her mother had a key to her apartment. She hated the fact that she hadn't even thought of a gift to get her best friend for her birthday. What was she supposed to get for the most beautiful, intelligent, and put together woman she had ever met? She knew after three years of knowing her, that a bottle of vintage fruity wine wouldn't do this time. She had to do better. She knew Maura had everything money could buy. She had to reach deep down to come up with something that would show Maura how much she really cared about her. Not too much she thought, as she turned the handle to get the water to the right temperature to shake the sleep from her body. No, it had to be simple but something a best friend would appreciate receiving. She couldn't get something too intimate so to speak. As she let the steaming stream of water wash over her face, and soon the rest of her body, she slapped her hand up against the wall as a way to stop the thoughts beginning to collect in her mind.

Jane reached the buzzing object on her belt, "Rizzoli. Yeah Frost, text me the address and I will meet you there".

"Are you kidding me? We just got here, how am I going to get back home"?

"Saved by the bell" Waving her phone toward her mother, Jane walked backward a few steps before turning around and letting out a deep breath. She turned back around, looking at a stunned Angela and said "I'll call Frankie to come and get you, have fun shopping"! She turned back toward the door of the antique shop and quickly returned to her vehicle and headed toward the outskirts of the city. Relief washed over her for a moment that she didn't have to endure a day of shopping with her mother. However, panic quickly set in realizing that she would see Maura at the scene and have to come up with some sort of lie as to what she was doing before being called out. She could stretch the truth with the best of them, it was part of the job she thought, but she hated lying to her best friend.

She knew Maura had been alone most of her life, not really finding anyone to rely on or trust that they wouldn't just leave finding something more important to focus on. Her parents were world travelers due to their job responsibilities and left Maura to fend for herself emotionally. Sure she never wanted for material things or the best education money could buy. Maura didn't know what is was like to have a friend, much less a best friend, as her and Jane had discussed on a few occasions. Their friendship had grown very quickly after Maura had joined the team at the BPD. She was intrigued by Jane's dichotomous behavior. She could be as fierce as need be when chasing down or interviewing a suspect. She could also be the most sincere and kindest person when consoling anyone who fell victim to the criminal element in Boston. She wore her heart on her sleeve and Maura knew, she found someone who she could confide her deepest secrets to as well as have a steadfast protector where she was concerned. Jane had already told Maura's mother how she felt about her cold and callous attitude toward her daughter. Jane knew she would do anything for Maura. Anything to make her smile and more than that, anything to never make her feel unwanted, less than, the remarkable person that she was. Even though a little white lie such as this wouldn't be a big deal to anyone else, just thought of as covering up a surprise to not give anything away.

Jane felt her gut clench a bit when she pulled up to the curb, noticing Maura already bent down, not a wrinkle in sight in her attire, controlling the scene, giving direction to her assistants. She only hoped that Maura would keep her conversation professional with Jane as she strode through the smattering of police cars and officers, toward the woman who kept her more in balance than anyone else in her life. At the moment Maura spotted Jane, the dimpled smile that was only reserved for Jane appeared, making Jane stop in her tracks for a moment, feeling her heart rate speed up. She welcomed the adrenaline rush, it helped her focus on solving the crime in front of her, but at the same time, distracted her for a brief moment from the task at hand, like an involuntary action, returned a smile in Maura's direction. She knew at moments like this, Maura had her heart, all of it. She spent a lot of time fighting it. She was done fighting it. However, she knew that she would keep that tidbit of information locked away. She didn't want to lose the best friend she ever had.