Summary: Maura bumps in to an old flame from her boarding school. Jane is jealous and struggling to come to terms with her own feelings for Maura.

Rating: T (for now)

Disclaimer: I don't own Rizzoli and Isles, just my own characters.

Chapter One

Jane, Maura, Frankie and Frost sat at a booth in the Dirty Robber, glad to finally be able to relax. For the past week they had been tracking down a man who had murdered a priest. Since this was Frankie's first case since he became a detective they let him tell Maura what happened.

"Janie & Detective Frost broke down the front door while I came in through the back door. He had a shotgun in his hand. They had both their guns pointed at him shouting for him to stand down. I snuck up behind him and wacked him over the head with a bat." Frankie finished looking a little smug with himself.

Maura patted him on the back "Great job Detective! It sounded very exciting!"

Jane kicked Maura under the table.

"Ouch!"

Jane gestured toward her younger brother. "Really Maura? You are going to make his head swell."

"Ha ha." Frankie said dryly. "Well I gotta go. I promised Ma I'd stop by tonight."

Jane patted him on the back as he left. Frost looked at his watch and said, "Yeah I'd better head home too. See you Jane. Doc."

Glad to finally be alone with Maura, Jane leaned back and propped her feet up on the booth.

Maura sipped her wine and asked, "Do you still feel like having a movie night?"

Jane smirked, a plan already forming in her head. "Absolutely. I just need to run home and walk Jo."

Maura's eyes lit up. "You should bring her with you. I know Bass would love a play date!"

Jane rolled her eyes but agreed. "Okay, Jo does like trying to figure out how to get his shell off."

Maura was worried for a moment but realized Jane was only teasing when she saw the brunette was smirking at her. She swatted the taller woman's arm and the pair left the bar. Jane held the door open for Maura and the couple that were about to walk in. The blonde thanked her in a thick accent while the raven haired woman stopped momentarily to throw out her cigarette.

She flicked it on the ground and was in the doorway when she did a double take. "Maura?"

Maura looked at the stranger in confusion. "Yes? I'm sorry, do I know you?"

The woman chuckled, "Of course you do. Vous étiez mon papillon il y a ans." She bent down and kissed Maura's hand and smiled up at her.

Maura gasped in disbelief. "Carla?"

She grinned broadly. "I go by Carlotta now."

The shorter woman that was with Carlotta had come back outside. She spoke in a thick French accent. "Carlotta? Are you coming?"

"Yes darling, give me a moment. Elle est un vieil ami. " She wrote her number down on a piece of paper and gave it to Maura with a wink. "I'll be in town for a couple of weeks. We should have lunch."

"Definitely, I'll call you tomorrow."

Jane sauntered up beside Maura crossed her arms over her chest and gave the raven haired woman the old Jane Rizzoli stare down. The other woman flashed her a smile. "See you Maura." She walked inside.

"Who the hell was that?"

Maura was still staring at the door Carlotta had walked through. "She was my roommate in boarding school. I haven't seen her since she graduated."