Don't Judge a Book By it's Cover Chapter 2
A/N: Here is chapter two. If the reviews keep coming in, I'll try to update again on Tuesday or Wednesday. So please read and review.
Disclaimer: Only own the fic. (C) x8xKrazee. Benson. Fanx8x
Jane walked into the living room confused to see the girl from the playground with the woman, who had been sitting on the bench reading. "Yeah, Ma?" she asked casually.
"This young woman claims that you were being a bully at the playground, care to explain?" Angela asked in anger and disappointment, her hands on her hips.
Groaning, Jane put her hands on her own tiny hips. She wasn't about to let this girl control this situation and get her into trouble. She'd only been off of grounding for just over a week. How dare these two follow her home and tell on her.
"Nah, not really. I was just telling the truth," eight year old Jane answered coolly.
Angela Rizzoli was currently furious with her only daughter. "And what was that exactly?" she asked determined to know.
Leaning against the door frame, which joined the living room to the hall, the little stubborn brunette showered her lack of interest in the entire situation. She looked at the caramel brown haired girl and slowly found herself actually feeling sorry for her but she wasn't about to admit to it or verbalize it right now, at the risk of being seen as weak. "That she don't belong here!"
"Doesn't," Maura corrected her without realizing it until after it had already slipped out of her mouth.
The two adults and Jane looked at her, although Jane was more glaring then glancing. She hated to be corrected.
"Whatever!" she snapped. "You still don't belong here!"
Having enough, Jane walked away, although she just hid so she could watch and listen to what was going on.
She heard the strange woman say something before writing something on a small piece of paper and handing it to her mother. After that Jane hid in the closet under the staircase.
Angela walked the visitors out before calling up the stairs, thinking that her daughter was up there. "No dinner for you, Jane Angela Rizzoli! Stay in your bedroom!" She then went into the kitchen to finish serving up dinner.
Once Jane knew that it was safe, she sneaked out of the closet and tip-toed into the living room, up to the piano, where her mother had temporarily discarded the piece of paper. Upon very cautiously picking it up, Jane discovered that it was a telephone number and an address. An address all the way in Roxbury Heights. Biting her bottom lip, she slipped it into her pocket and sneaked up the staircase to her bedroom.
She very quietly closed the door behind her and sat down on her pink canopy bed by the window, to try formulate a plan.
Once Jane heard the television in the living room turn on with the night's baseball game on, she knew that she could safely sneak out of the house. She grabbed a little backpack, which she had packed with some items and very carefully maneuvered her way through the house and out the back door. Ever the little athlete, Jane jumped the fence and ran to the bus stop down the street, getting there just mere seconds before it pulled up.
It took nearly an hour and two buses but she finally made it to the address on the piece of paper.
Rizzoli gasped at the size of the place. It was a mansion. "Talk about rich," she muttered to herself as she walked up the long, peddle driveway to the three storey house.
On the second floor, Jane noticed a bedroom, which had a light on and the curtains wide open. Looking around, she found a vine held up by a wooden trellis. Jane climbed up very carefully and looked in through the window. Hoping that it was the girl's bedroom.
Inside, Maura was sitting on her bed, reading. Jane noticed that the book was very thick and it looked to be a textbook.
This girl had everything an eight year old could ever want and Jane couldn't help but feel envious.
Hearing a knock on the window, Maura jumped startled but then looked toward the window. She tilted her head when she saw Jane standing there. She couldn't believe her eyes.
Jane smiled shyly and mouthed, "Open the window, please."
With a sigh, Maura got up and opened up the window. "Can I help you?"
"Can I come in?" Rizzoli asked softly.
"Why?" Maura was skeptic about the whole situation.
"I know that I was mean to you and I'm sorry."
"Why didn't you say that when I was at your house?" Maura asked hurt.
Jane sighed. "Please can I come in?" she asked. "I promise that I'm not here to hurt you anymore then I already have."
With a groan, Maura nodded and sat back down on her bed.
Jane climbed in though the open window and sat down on the chair at what looked to be Maura's study desk.
"Well speak before my nanny returns," Maura said after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence.
"I'm sorry for being mean about who you are," Jane whispered, twiddling her thumbs.
"Why were you so mean to me? I just want to be your friend," the light brown haired girl informed her.
Looking back up at Maura, Jane sighed. "You've got everything. You live in a mansion. Why would you come to a playground so far away, that has broken bottles, dirty needles and graffiti everywhere?" Jane asked curiously.
Maura took a few slow, deep breaths to keep herself focused and calm. "Because I don't fit in here. I wanted to meet some kids in your area and try to make some friends." She was well spoken and polite for an eight year old and it shocked Jane.
Beginning to feel sorry for Maura, Jane gulped. She was now feeling incredibly guilty for being mean to her.
"Jane, it may look like I have everything but the truth is..." Maura sniffled quietly. "I don't have the love of my parents like you do. My nanny, Nicola, looks after me about ninety-five percent of the time."
"What?" Jane asked shocked again. "Where are your mom and dad all the time?"
Maura fidgeted as she watched Jane get up and walk over to her. Her hazel eyes still on Jane as she took a seat beside her on the bed. "They're always either working or on vacation. They're currently traveling through Europe right now," Maura explained, looking down at her small, elegant hands.
A moment passed in silence, which was comfortable this time, before Jane reached out and cupped Maura's chin, gently and turning it to face her. Jane was definitely feeling guilty by this point. Why had she picked on Maura? She knew what it felt like to be picked on.
Jane licked her lips before finally opening her mouth and saying her first ever truly sincere apology. "I'm really sorry for being mean to you. I should have given you a chance."
Sensing Jane's honesty, a small smile crept up on Maura's face. "It's... It's okay. I feel that we're going to be good friends." She yawned, exhaustion creeping up on her. "Stay?" she asked Jane, as she saw the taller and slightly thinner girl made a move to get up. She didn't want to be alone, she was tired of being alone.
Looking out at the darkness, Jane nodded, not worried about getting in more trouble for sneaking out. It was going to be worth it. "Yeah. But where am I going to sleep?"
Maura looked around her room before gently pulling Jane down beside her. She'd never shared her bed before but she didn't find anything wrong with it.
Jane stiffened momentarily before slowly relaxing and falling asleep before she knew it. Maura falling asleep seconds after. It has been a long day for the both of them.
Twenty minutes later, Maura's nanny walked in to tell her that it was now time for bed. Seeing Maura sound asleep with Jane, she smiled. "Maura finally made a friend," she whispered to herself and shut the bedroom window before heading back out of the bedroom to call Mrs Rizzoli, who was no doubtingly freaking out.