I do not own Rizzoli & Isles, most of the characters in this story belong to Tess Gerritsen and TNT.

I would like to thank Ava for beta reading this chapter.


Chapter two

Jane rolled over again and again, burying her head in the cool pillow. A persistent ringing woke the Italian and when it continued despite hitting the snooze button, she realized that it wasn't one of her many alarms; it was her best friend's ring tone.

"Shit! Not again." Jane quickly sat up and grabbed her phone.

"What?" The brunette yelled in the cell, her eyes adjusting to the bright morning sun shining through her window.

"Well good morning to you! You've clearly just woken up!" Frost chuckled down the line.

"You're late, Jane. I'm on my way, and you better get your ass ready. I'm not going to be late for you on the first day back!" The teen snapped down the line, forcing the Italian to practically jump out of bed.

"God damn it! I'll be ready, don't worry Frost." Jane mumbled, trying to push her arm through a red t-shirt while balancing the phone between her ear and shoulder.

"Twenty minutes, Rizzoli." Frost laughed before ending the call.

Jane cursed and quickly threw her cell on the bed and danced around her room, throwing and kicking everything in her way, desperately looking for something, anything to wear. Jane grabbed the first pair of pants she spotted crumpled up in the corner of her room and shimmied into them. The Italian groaned as she reached for the zipper only to remember it was broken. Jane cursed for a third time that morning and decided her t-shirt was long enough to hide the zipper from view. Jane had gone to bed in a positive mood last night, wanting to begin the new school year with a rested mind and body ready to battle whatever Monday morning could throw at her. However, the teenager hadn't anticipated another late start and decided being on time to school was more important than her appearance as she darted down the stairs, grabbing her back pack while quickly shoving her hair in a messy ponytail, not bothering to give her appearance a once over in the hallway mirror.

"Bye Ma!" Jane shouted in the direction of the kitchen before rushing out the door, faintly hearing her mother shout something about skipping breakfast. The brunette rolled her eyes, she was eighteen years old and her mother still treated her like a child. Skipping breakfast was a common thing for Jane to do no matter how often her mother reminded her that breakfast was the most important meal of the day. Before the Italian could dwell on the thought any longer, the familiar sight of Frost's blue two thousand and seven convertible mustang pulled up to the curb.

"Jesus Rizzoli, you made it on time! We might actually make it before the late bell." Barry laughed, pushing his shades to the top of his head.

"Fuck you, Barold." Jane dumped her bag in the back before jumping into the car, ignoring the glare from her friend as her shoes touched the leather seat.

"Get your feet off my seat." Frost flicked his glasses back on and shifted the stick into gear.

"And don't call me Barold." The boy muttered, checking his mirrors before taking off, heading towards Boston High School in the hopes of being on time for the very first day of the new school year.


Maura woke naturally at six just like every single day, whether it was a weekday or weekend; she was used to waking up this early, she had spent her younger years travelling the world with her husband watching the sun rise from different countries before settling in Africa. It was their thing and it was romantic no matter how many times they did it, no sun ever looked the same. However watching the sun rise in Boston was nothing compared to sitting in some remote village watching the beautiful sunrise without a care in the world. The Boston sun was different; it was hard to watch it rise in such a pollution-filled sky so the blonde spent her spare early morning hours planning for the day ahead.

This particular morning Maura had spent an hour picking out an outfit that was suitable for making a good impression and for the weather. The blonde had decided on a black skirt that stopped just above the knee, it was stylish, flattering to her curves but not too revealing; it was deemed appropriate for school. Maura decided on a light, white sleeveless blouse that could easily be tucked into her skirt and matched perfectly with a light blue blazer she often rolled up the sleeves on. The woman had spent longer deciding on what heels to wear, shoes were her passion, she adored any type of footwear from boots to sandals and after nearly a half hour, she decided on a pair of plain black heels, ironically the first pair she had picked up to begin with. Maura always liked to make an effort with her appearance, it made her feel confident and considering this was her first day at a new job, teaching twelfth grade students, she wanted to be as confident as possible knowing how judgemental and cruel high school children could be.

A few hours later after a quiet morning preparing for her day Maura braced herself for the dreaded task of waking up her children. Her eldest child was an angel, he got up on the first call and hardly ever left his room without a poor attempt of straightening out his bed, whereas her youngest child detested early mornings with a passion Maura didn't think a four year old could possess.

"Charles, please don't jump on your sister's bed." Maura warned her son, eyeing up the energetic six year old.

"But Mama she never gets up on time, I don't want to be late on the first day!" Charles whined, looking at his mother with his messy brown bed hair.

"Honey, go and brush your teeth. It's a big day today." Maura smiled at her son as she flattened his hair. She never could stay mad at him for long; he had Ian's light brown eyes that she had fallen in love with.

Charles grinned and ran into the bathroom he shared with his little sister. Once Charles was out of sight, Maura brushed Hope's light blonde hair out of her green eyes and smiled down at her. She could tell the little girl had been crying, she hated waking up so early and she hated meeting new people. She always clung to Maura, so the fact that she was starting pre-school today was worrying Maura, she was dreading dropping her off in a few hours.

"Sweetie, why are you crying?" Maura asked her daughter. Teary, hazel green eyes looked up at her mother.

"Cause I don't wants to go to playschool Mama." The little girl started tearing up again.

"I wants to stay home with you."Hope's lip trembled.

"Sweetie, Mama's not going to be home today. I'm starting a new job, remember? Preschool will be fun! You'll make new friends and learn new things. It'll be exciting honey." Maura coaxed her daughter as she tugged her finger from her mouth. Hope looked up at her mother, her brow furrowed and after what felt like forever, she huffed and kicked the covers from her small frame and followed her brother into the bathroom, a pout on her face the entire way. It wasn't the exciting morning Maura had planned for her children's first day at school but it was a start.