AN: Hey all. I recently got into the Rizzles craze and went through both seasons like a mad woman. I also have delved deep into Rizzle fan fic and fan art and decided to take a crack at a short story.
Timeline: It's 1999ish and Jane and Maura are both 16ish? Guessing from the episodes that if Jane just had her 10 year high school reunion in 2011 that they graduated in 2001. I don't know if their ages have even been mentioned and I don't read the books so for all intensive purposes they are around the same age.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Any similarities between actual Boston things are purely due to some quick google-ing.
It was a hot muggy day in Boston, the kind of day that made sidewalks shimmer and asphalt melt. A charter bus protested as it braked next to a dilapidated brick building on 3rd and Washington. A tall white man in a sweated through shirt escorted a group of well dressed high school girls through the entrance.
"Hello ladies of Winstor Academy. Welcome to the Boston Center for Youth recreation facility. My name is Nelson and I will be chaperoning you this week. From what I understood you were told that you were going to be learning how to run non-profit organizations and use various computer programs in the main office up on Burberry St.; however the main office currently has a bug problem and is being fumigated as we speak. So instead you will be helping down here at the rec while you work with our Youth Rehabilitation participants. And if you haven't noticed, the air conditioner is kaput."
Multiple groans were heard from the group. Some of the girls rolled their eyes.
"You will be helping repaint the interior of the facility, clean the gym, pick up litter and interact with inner city youth along the way."
"What?" A tan bleach blonde girl squeaked. "I came down here to put something on my resume for college not to do manual labor! I just had my nails done." Many of the other girls began to nod in agreement and voice their opposition. One hand rose above the crowd. Nelson nodded at the short blond girl, looking down at his chart.
"Yes Miss… Isles?"
"Volunteering has been found to reduce the risk of depression. A key risk factor for depression is social isolation. Volunteering keeps you in regular contact with others and help you develop a solid support system, which in turn protects you against stress and depression."
A silence hung in the thick hot air of the recreation facility. Whitney, the blond who had spoken earlier whispered loudly to the girl next to her. "Maura the bore-rah strikes again." Giggles ensued through the group as Nelson tried to quiet the girls. Maura Isles quickly looked at her shoes and fidgeted with the ring on her left hand.
"Thank you Miss Isles, that is very true. Volunteering has many other benefits such as increasing your self-confidence, keeping you physically active, and can be loads of fun if you let it. Now that we have that out of the way I have your name tags and uniforms for the day. Please line up."
More groans escaped the crowd but no other comments were made. The girls trudged into a line. Maura slowly made her way to the back avoiding the other girls' glares. Once at the back Maura sighed. This is going to be a long week.
On the second floor the girl's field hockey team was just getting out of the showers.
"Nice drag flick today Rizzoli!" Coach Webber said as he clapped his tallest player on the back.
"Thanks Coach...But I wouldn't have been possible without Maddog and Hannigan setting it up."
Michelle Lee and Hanna Finnegan smiled at their dark curled friend and started recreating the game as the coach walked away. Michelle positioned her stick and started running down the hall.
"A minute left in the last half, the game is tied. Maddog gets the ball, passes to Hannigan Hanna who sets up for Roarin' Rizzoli who whips an awesome flick into the net. The crowd goes wild!"
Hanna started making loud shush noises. Jane Rizzoli chuckled to herself and tried to shove Hanna who had started running down the hall with Michelle. Both were hyped after their win against the Cambridge Cannons.
"Serves them right. Snotty prissy idiots." Michelle huffed.
"They can take their fancy uniforms and sticks back where they came from. Loserville." Hanna added.
"Guys…" Jane shook her head but continued walking down the hall. She stopped over the balcony. "Speaking of fancy." Michelle and Hanna looked over the railing. The small group of girls, armed with paint brushes and uniforms were slowly trudging toward the first floor lockers. "Who are they?"
"Winstor girls." Hanna said off handedly.
"Rich white girls being put to work?" Michelle laughed. "This I gotta see."
"Hey, I'm white." Jane murmured. Both Hanna and Michelle turned to the tall tan girl.
"You're Italian Rizzoli." Hanna smiled "That doesn't count."
"Sure it does." Michelle giggled. "Have you seen her white ass?" Jane tried to grab the smaller Asian girl but missed. "I'm a ninja!" Michelle yelled as she ran down the hall. Both Hanna and Jane shook their heads.
"Hey Rizzle, you want to catch dinner at my place tonight. My mom is making some mean jalapeno and peanut butter cheeseburgers." Jane scrunched up her face.
"Umm…Thanks Hanna, but I gotta head out." Jane picked up her bag and sprinted towards the stairs. Michelle ran back panting a little from her moment of ninja glory.
"Where did Jane go?"
Hanna shrugged. "Same place she always goes after practice."
"Which is?"
"Hell if I know. Do I look like her keeper?" Hanna shoved Michelle. "You should find out Miss Bruce Lee."
"I'm good. But hey did I hear something about burgers?"
Jane stifled a laugh from her hiding place as she heard her friends walk out of the building. She quickly ran back up the stairs to her locker and stashed her field hockey gear and brought out a bright orange jumpsuit concealed in her backpack and grimaced. I hate community service.
AN: Eventual Rizzles! Also not sure if this should be T or M. Read enough to think I could do something decent for an eventual M but they are both underage so that feels weird. Comments are appreciated.