A/N: This story sort of came out at me during my psychology class and wouldn't leave me alone. So what your about to read is my mind having major high school rizzles feels. Also a warning, mentions of attempted sexual assault, it's only brief but I still want to put out a warning just in case.

Disclaimer: Rizzoli and Isles and all its characters belong to TNT and its original creator, Tess Gerritsen, developer, Janet Tamaro, and current producer, Jan Nash. All that transpire and will transpire in this story are of my creation.

Chapter 1

She was walking through the halls trying to find her locker in the sea of teenagers. When she finally found her locker, was face to face with a ruffled up Joey Grant with a toothpick in his mouth and leather jacket hung over his right shoulder, he was leaning against her locker so she couldn't get her books.

"Hey, Maura the bora, something wrong?" he had a sickening smirk on his face.

"Well yes, it… it seems like your in the way of my locker," she said as she pushed up her glasses higher on her nose, "Can you please move so I can get my books."

"Nope. Don't think that's gonna happen 'bora'," Joey took out the toothpick from his mouth and tossed it in Maura's face.

He then stepped up to her face and bared his cold eyes on hers, "I'll tell you what. I'll get out of your way, if you just let me touch you." At this point, Joey showed no signs of regret in his words or any indication that he was just messing around.

Maura was scared, her feet glued to the floor and had no idea what to do. Slap Joey and run, or stand still and feel her heart beat loudly in her throat. So instead she breaks the silence, "No…no Joey I don't think that would be very appropriate…" she was cut short as Joey pressed a finger to Maura's chest and looked her dead in the eyes.

"I don't care what you think is and isn't appropriate 'Bora'… got it! NO ONE DENIES JOEY GRANT."

"HEY JOEY…" a husky voice shouted and as Joey turned around he was met with a hard left hand to the dead center of his nose.

"Oww, shit. What the hell was that for Rizzoli, Maura and I was having a little fun," he tried smirking but the blood rushing from his nose was covering his lower half of his face in a crimson mess.

Jane had heard enough, she never liked Joey for shit. All she knew was that he was the lowest of the low, a pest in her mind.

She then kicks Joey in stomach and grabs him by the front of his shirt, and shoves him against the locker next to Maura's. Jane whispers in Joey's ear and instantly Maura sees Joey's face go from calm to scared shitless in seconds.

"Now I want you to leave this poor girl alone. Got it Grant." Jane had a look of I will literally put you in a hospital bed if you harm her again.

Needless to say Joey was to sacred out of his mind to respond, so he just ran down the hall and out of the building. Jane wordlessly turned around to look at a shaking Maura standing clutching herself, it made Jane want to go over to comfort the girl even though she didn't know her. 'I don't want to let anyone in…I can't.'

Without a word Jane pulls her red hoodie over her head and speed walks away toward the exit. Meanwhile, Maura was still in shock of what had just happened to her. From almost being assaulted to being saved by a beautiful mysterious brunette. 'The brunette…where'd she go. She was just here a minute ago,' she looks around for any sign of her, 'I never had the chance to thank her,' she thinks to herself. Maura jogs outside the nearest exit and hoping that the brunette didn't get too far.

She instantly spots her walking toward the baseball field, with her hoodie over her head and hands shoved deep in her jacket pockets.

"Hey! I never got to thank you for what you did back there," Maura shouted.

'Shit she found me.' Jane's face scrunches as she turns around to face the blonde. "It was no problem. Joey had it coming anyways."

"Well regardless of what he deserves, I still think that you saved me," figuring out to say next, she just extends her hand out to the brunette and says, "I'm Maura. Maura Isles. But everyone seems to call me 'Maura the bora'."

Cautiously Jane looks at the extended hand before reaching out to shake it. "I'm Jane Rizzoli, but people call me 'Roly-poly Rizzoli'." Jane smirks regardless of the stupid nickname she was given years ago.

Maura chuckles at hearing Jane's nickname, but then the laughing dies down as they realize that their hands are still holding each other. They break the contact and is met with the awkward silence that Maura soon breaks.

"Did you know that when Europeans communicate with Japanese, a period of meaningful silence is sometimes misinterpreted as an awkward silence," Maura stated, and blushed soon after.

"Do you always talk like that?"

"Talk like what," says Maura slightly confused.

"You always talk like a walking encyclopedia. I mean you did give me a random fact just a minute ago," Jane said with a slight tilt of her head and a grin that showed a dimple, which Maura thought was incredibly hot and cute at the same time. This time Jane blushed at the way Maura looked at her, observed her.

Jane rubs the back of her neck to avoid getting caught blushing profusely. "Well I uh have to get going. It was nice to meet you Maura, umm maybe we could see each other at lunch sometime?" she asks.

"Yes…yes I would most definitely like that Jane. I'll see you tomorrow then." Maura smiles.

They soon both parted ways and in the first time in a long time, they both feel like there wanted by someone else.

Should I continue? Leave me a review of what you thought, and any ideas would be incredibly helpful.

And as far as my other story 'Illusionist' goes, I'll post chapter 4 tomorrow.