Author's Note: First fiction wooooooooo yay! Okay guys, I hope this doesn't suck. I'm trying this out and if you guys get ideas or anything, I like to hear them. I'm a very open-minded and if you got questions, I'll answer. However, please be nice to me on the reviews: criticize yes but be polite about it please. Also, my apologies ahead if the characters are OOC. But, enough with this now…on with the show!

Update 6/12/13: When I first wrote this, I planned on making no romance but nope there is romance in the other ones. I decided it was in the best of the readers! Yay you guys so enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of this except the OC characters and this story cause if I own these two lovely ladies, the show would be all year around.

Prologue Pt. 1

When I first met them, I met at different times with different reasons. My life had been dark with its demons hidden in a closet. Father Price told me that every person has their demons but they also have their angels and I wonder when mine would come.

I was ten when I moved in with Father Price in his church; it was also the same age that I entered high school as a freshman. Yeah, I was that smart according to people. They called me a protégé for my intelligence and my talent in music so they enlisted me in this group for gifted kids; kids like me. However, I ended up being an outcast for I was excessively smart.

By age eleven, I actually skipped sophomore year to junior year. Careers were given along with colleges but I was eleven so what kind of career would I think about? Well, I didn't know yet until I met her.

Now, I was no ordinary kid as I already mention but this is where I showed my uniqueness. I was walking home when I heard this loud crash in one of the intersections. I looked over to see a cop cruiser flipped on its back, the police lights were still on but the siren was gone but what concerned me was the officer who I expected to come out. However, they did not and that got me worry.

I ran over and immediately got on my knees, not caring for the glass to see a young officer. He looked Italian with short brown hair and a somewhat boyish face; he had cuts from the crash. I checked his pulse and it was there but I knew I needed to get him back up and out of the car. I grabbed his radio immediately; "I have an officer down, repeat officer down at Carnican and Los Mios. I need an ambulance." I let it drop out of my hand as I gently shook him. "Come on. Officer…sir." I looked at his name tag to see 'Rizzoli' and I shook him again, "Officer Rizzoli, wake up. I need to know that you can move or injured?"

He groaned loudly and I smiled inwardly. "Okay, Officer Rizzoli. I need you to tell me if you are hurt," I told him gently.

"My leg," he winced as he tried to move but I stopped him. "I got help coming, Officer. Please try not to…move," I stopped to get a horrible smell. I knew the smell due to my pass by with the auto shops, the smell was gasoline. I quickly tugged on his seatbelt and I ordered, "Now we got to get move you out."

He looked at me and took in the smell, his eyes widened. I pulled harder on the seatbelt with his help and it finally broke. I pushed it aside let him drop on the floor a bit; I grabbed his arms from his armpits and began to pull him out. When I got him halfway out of the car, the cruiser suddenly caught on fire. "Shit," he cussed. He looked up at me and tried to push me away, "You got to get out of here." I shook my head and with one hard tug, I got him out. I dragged out and lifted him off the ground, placing his arms over my shoulder as I took him away from the car fire. It was once I placed on the ground against a brick wall when others came.

EMTs took Officer Rizzoli into an ambulance while I simply try to shake the adrenaline out of me. My body shook but I took a deep breath in then out, I looked up to see Officer Rizzoli going in but he seemed to look for someone then I noticed a tall dark-haired brunette came to him.

She was beautiful with chiseled features that I noticed on her face. She wore a blazer and slacks as she talked with Officer Rizzoli; I guess the woman was someone he knew. I began to walk away when I heard a loud steps coming up from behind me. "Hey," I heard but I assumed it was for someone else but I heard it again. "Hey kid whose wearing the hoodie," I turned around to notice that it was the woman chasing after me. I finally got a look to notice that on her waist were a badge and a gun; she was a cop too. I stopped as she met up to me.

"Gee, you are fast," she puffed a bit. I raised an eyebrow but then she placed her hand out, "Thank you."

"For what," I asked.

She gave me a 'really' look and pointed to the scene behind her, "For that, kid. You saved my little brother back there and you are walking off without getting medical attention."

"I'm fine, ma'am."

"Detective," she corrected me. She placed her hand out for me to shake and I took it, "I'm Detective Jane Rizzoli, homicide division. Thank you."

"Detective, all I did was help."

She released my hand and smirked, "Not a lot of people like the cops. I doubt anyone would save one like you just did and hell, some kid would have run but, you stayed."

"I respect the BPD and I should get home, Detective." I resumed to walk away but was stop by a hold on my hood and was yank back. I turned to look at her with a weary look.

"I'll give you a ride," she told me; her voice automatically told me I could not refuse her so I accepted with no choice in the matter. We entered the cruiser and immediately she asks, "Where to?"

I looked up at her, "Just drive me up to Falcon, Detective."

"You sure?" I nodded and she began to drive. We drove for a while in a long but comfortable silence, I could feel her eyes darting at me when she got a chance at each red light and I did the same.

Finally, we pulled up at a certain street shop I knew. I stepped out and closed the door, I leaned into the window, "Thanks for the ride."

"No problem, kid," she told me. She then pulled out a card and handed it to me. I examined it. It stated, 'Detective Jane Rizzoli, Homicide Division'. "If anything ever pops up, you call me." I gave a gentle nod and began to walk away but stopped at the sound of her voice asking, "Wait! What's your name?"

I turned around and looked at her, noticing the curiosity in her eyes. "Just call me, Marx." I soon walked off.

Little did I know that our paths would cross again.

1/11/13 A/N: If you already read some of my story, I want to apologize for I seemed to trail off in my story more than i like. I like to thank KM Rune for pointing this out. I fixed some of the chapters hoping to give it more what I wanted. Please remember, I'm totally a newbie. First time and I thank you and please give me a shot.