Disclaimer: Neither Waterloo Road or Rizzoli and Isles belong to me, I just borrowed them from the wonderful Tess Gerritsen, TNT, Alibi and Shed. If they were mine, well... You'd end up with something along the lines of this!

Hello again all! Well, this is a bit branched out for me as I haven't written Rizzoli and Isles fanfiction before, but it is easily becoming one of my favourite programmes so I thought I would give it a go! That, and I thought I would try a truly crazy and completely illogical crossover - Rizzoli and Isles and Waterloo Road! Please bear with me, I can see you pulling faces at the choice but it's more the school setting and the characters I've used instead of trying to recreate a whole cast of my own. I hope it will be a success, but feel free to tell me if you agree/disagree/love it/hate it/peanut butter. Anything, constructive criticism will always be taken into account!

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Stop, police!"

The hooded figure's head shot up at the sound of her voice. He leapt away from the wall as though it was on fire and took off down the street, knocking over the trash cans ahead of him to try and impede the detective's path. Jane Rizzoli mumbled to herself, "Why must they never stop?" and raced down the street after him, quietly cursing about her unpractical choice of footwear. Well, she didn't expect to be chasing after a criminal did she?

After a few minutes and a very unladylike tackle, Rizzoli found herself pinning their latest suspect to the ground and cuffing him. Matches the description of a youth involved in drug trafficking, and how many innocent people do you know that pegs it down the street when they've been spotted? Exactly, so that's another case wrapped up. Hopefully anyway, if it really is the right guy. Maura's always telling her that she should be so quick to jump to conclusions but all the evidence pointing to this bloke.

Shit! Maura!

She and Maura were enjoying a pancake breakfast before she spotted the teenager outside and chased him for 10 blocks, and left her sitting alone in the café window seat. She pulled the lad to his feet as the sirens closed in on her, pushing him into the backseat as she read him his rights. Frost, her partner as of three months ago, was in the front of the vehicle with a knowing grin on his face.

"You did it again Jane."

She groaned and slammed the car door shut, leaning on his window.

"Catching the criminal by wrestling them to the ground, or leaving Maura alone in a coffee shop?"

"Both."

Frost let out a low chuckle as Rizzoli banged twice on his bonnet, telling him the arrested was secured in the car and it was okay for him to leave. He left the sirens off, there was no need for them heading back to the police station, and began the drive back to Boston PD headquarters. She straightened up, grimacing slightly as the tell-tale sound of Maura Isles' five hundred pound shoes tapped sharply on the pavement beneath her feet. Desperately hoping the ground would just swallow her whole, she turned slowly to face Maura's wrath. Much to her surprise she was met with Maura's chocolate brown eyes, twinkling with a hint of amusement. She straightened her dress (Which easily cost more than Jane's wages for the next month) and pushed her honey-blonde hair back off her shoulders.

"Did you catch him?"

Jane just nodded, still unsure how to gauge Maura's level of annoyance. It had been the second time that week and the fifth time that month she had run off after someone while out with her. The coffee shop, the café, even launched herself out Maura's black Lexus once just to tail a suspect. And invariably Maura was confused or hurt, but not today.

"Good. Tackle him to the ground or pin him against a wall or fence or other horizontal surface?"

Was she really that predictable? Rizzoli stared open-mouthed at her best friend for a few seconds, before collecting herself once more and answering the question.

"The ground. I'm sorry Maur, I will stop ditching you, I – "

Maura waved away her rambling apology.

"You will always do it Jane, I wouldn't expect otherwise. You are dedicated to your job, it's one of the things I love and respect about you."

Smiling lightly, Maura turned on her heel and started back up the street towards her parked car, Jane at her side. It was a spring morning, the trees were beginning to blossom and the cool air was more than welcome on this relatively warm morning. Maura was clad in a pastel pink dress, resting just above her knee and her favourite pair of court heels. Draped around her shoulders was a white cashmere cardigan; just in case it suddenly became chilly. She looked a little like she had just stepped off a runway in Milan, yet these were her 'casual' and 'work' clothes. Rizzoli on the other hand, sported her favourite boyfriend fit blazer with a plain white shirt and loose fitting black trousers. Simple, practical, easy to chase cons in. It suited Jane to a T, even if no-one else agreed with her fashion sense – or lack thereof.

Maura slid into the passenger's seat once they arrived back at her car, her black Lexus towering above all the little town cars surrounding it. She loved her car, regardless of the fact Jane refused to let her drive when they were in the car together because of her attention to road laws and lack of recklessness when behind the wheel, or the fact that it had been dubbed the 'Death-mobile' by her colleagues. The Queen of the Dead needed her own carriage – in this case the Lexus. She had become attached to the nickname, almost fond of it, but it still set Jane on edge. No-one was allowed to take the mick out of her friend – except her of course – and she often jumped to Maura's defence. Luckily for them, she knows they do not mean in maliciously otherwise they would be missing reproductive organs.

"Did you know the first comprehensive school was founded after the Second World War, in 1946 in five selected areas of Great Britain? They were set up to offer everyone an education – Regardless of gender, intellectual ability, social status or financial income. They're now universal and more common than private school, or grammar schools. I think it's fascinating that – "

"Maur, what are you googlemouthing about now?"

Jane's interruption stopped Maura mid-sentence, who turned to her and gave her a cross between and scowl and concern.

"The talk you're doing? The school you've been invited to is a comprehensive, or state, school. You know that didn't you?" Her confused state answered Maura's question. "… You had forgotten about the school visit hadn't you?"

The tall, dark-haired Italian cop groaned and leant forward in her chair, her nose making contact with the steering wheel which let out an almighty and elongated beep. She did nothing to rectify this, letting the shrill sound echo around the car until it drove Maura to the brink of insanity and she forced her to sit upright in the chair.

"Yes Maur, I had forgotten about the stupid bloody talk I have to give obnoxious, spotty teenagers that want to listen to me just about as much as I want to be there. Why me?"

"Language Jane. And you were chosen because you were absent from the last three racial awareness meetings they've had."

She scowled, grumbling something about being discriminated against because she was the only female detective at the precinct, and how being Italian meant she was clearly racially aware. She started the car and made her way back to the café she had abandoned Maura in earlier that day.

"You're still a white European Jane, so it doesn't count. It's only a twenty minute presentation with a question and answer after that. We'll be out of there by 2, and then we have a couple of hours before yoga class."

Oh wonderful, yoga and hormonal adolescents in one day, could her life get any better? She was still mumbling her complaints as they pulled up outside the café.

"We have to be there in twenty minutes Jane, why are we here?"

"If you insist on forcing me to spend an hour with those juvenile delinquents without smashing their heads in for being so damn irritating, then I need coffee. I need a lot of coffee."

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