I'm astounded and absolutely flabbergasted at how many of you liked the first chapter and wished for me to continue. And per your requests, here's the second chapter.

However, I have just a few things to clarify for some of those who reviewed or send me a PM:

1. Rizzles will be established after three or four more chapters; I'm just setting up the characters and some backstories and then we'll get to the fluff.

2. Someone asked in a different story if I would write smut. The answer is NO. I'll be as mushy as you guys want and maybe even just a little bit steamy but that is as far as I will go.

3. I'm aiming for at least 20 chapters (if you all continue to like where I'm going with this, I'll go over 20 chapters).

Your reviews give me motivation to write and tell me what I may be doing wrong, what you guys like so far, and what you all would like to see so do not hesitate to let me know.

All mistakes are mine.

Jane stood in front of the Chief as he lit into her, arms crossed and his face red. He had been at it for the last twenty minutes and Jane was this close to just turning around and leaving but that would only get her into even more trouble.

"Do you have anything to say? Anything to say at all after you've put the entire village at risk?" He asked and she stood her ground.

"What was I supposed to do, Cavanaugh? Just leave her there to die?" She asked, her voice raising with each syllable. The older man threw his arms out in exasperation.

"Yes! The jungle decided her fate as well of those of the others. It's not your place to make that decision. As soon as you're done here, you're going to bring her back. Leave a few rations of food, water, and some supplies and then I won't hear of this again." The older man gave his final word and began to leave when a thought popped into Jane's head.

"She's a doctor. What if we convinced her to stay and help the people? I know we have a few connections to the outside for supplies and state of affairs but we've yet to have someone bring information from a doctor. Cavanaugh, we could really use the skills she has." she pleaded and the older man took a moment to think. He turned to look at the younger woman.

"She can stay if she choses to but until a decision has been made, she is your responsibility. All of your other duties will be passed along to the other fighters and you'll focus on getting her acclimated to our village, our people, our culture, and our rules. Don't mess this up Jane. She's only got one chance." and with that, the Chief left Jane alone and she looked to her mother. The older woman just crossed her arms.

"What? Are you gonna yell at me now too?" Jane asked and flung her arms out to either side. Her mother just shook her head and left. Jane groaned and began the walk back home and prepared herself for the next few weeks.

Back at her home, Susie had just finished setting the other woman's arm and cleaning out and stitching the larger gashes when Jane walked in.

"How is she doing?" Susie began cleaning up and stowing materials and salves back into her satchel and basket.

"Her arm was broken but I have managed to set it and if it's taken care of properly, it should be completely healed in a few weeks. I have also treated a few gashes and burns but it's still unclear if she suffered a concussion or not." the shorter woman stood and handed Jane a few salves and a pouch with a couple tables of medicine for pain relief. "I took what I could from the last supply run so make them last." She said and the taller woman nodded.

"Thank you, Susie. I appreciate it." She smiled and the healer opened the door.

"Oh! Before I forget, your brother came by while you were gone and took some papers from the bag you brought back with you. I think he might be going back for something." Jane nodded and thanked the other woman again before the door closed and she was alone. Well, alone as one could be with an unconscious woman. She began to think about what Susie had just told her.

No doubt that the young teens had blabbed about the crash. She was just glad that it was Frankie that had gone to investigate because she knew that he wouldn't do anything stupid. Looking over at the woman, she sighed and pulled out a pair of linen shorts and a shirt, intending to change her out of the bloodied and soiled clothing she was currently wearing when there was a knock on the door.

"Janie, you in there?" The voice of her mother crawled through the wood. Jane groaned again and opened the door to reveal her mother on the other side.

"What, ma?" She knew she was being short but she was still a little wound up from her argument with Cavanaugh. Her mother glowered at her and closed the door behind her. "Don't use that attitude with me. I just thought I would come over and help you get her settled." she took the clothing from her daughter's hand and began stripping and redressing the prone woman. She folded the soiled clothing and put the bundle on a nearby chair.

"Come here and make yourself useful. Lift her up so I can change the bedding. Easy, Jane." the elder woman flung the sheet and the thin blanket off of the cot and then fit a thinner, lighter sheet over the bare mattress. While her mother worked on the bedding, Jane couldn't help but study the woman in her arms. She was pale but not in an unhealthy way. Her hair was the color of honey and fresh wheat in the sunrise. Her nose was thin and slightly upturned, leading way to soft cheekbones and a gentle jaw. Suddenly, her eyelids fluttered and the brunette caught sight of the eyes underneath. Her eyes closed and then she tensed, eyes flying open and her body twisting away from the strong form that cradled her. Jane quickly but carefully set her on the bed and moved her mother away. The scared woman put pressure on her broken arm and cried out in pain. Desperate, Jane lowered herself to the ground, arms out in a nonthreatening manner.

"Whoa! Easy, easy, I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Jane and I found you out in the forest. Your arm is broken but I have some medicine that will help with the pain." She soothed and the woman whipped her eyes to the figure standing behind the woman named Jane. Jane caught the movement and moved herself in between the two of them and caught the attention of the now crying woman on the bed.

"That's my mother Angela. She won't hurt you, I promise. Now, do you want something to help with the pain?" Jane asked again the blonde looked like she was going to refuse when she winced and then nodded her head.

"Please?"

Jane watched as the blonde took the tablets with a glass of water, handing the cup back to the brunette when she was done.

"Better?" Angela asked and the younger woman nodded.

"Thank you." It was silent before Angela spoke up.

"What's your name, honey? We gotta call you by something." The gentle tease eased a slight smile from the slight woman.

"My name is Maura. Maura Isles."

Maura had fallen asleep and left Jane to watch over her from her place across from the cot while Angela had made herself comfortable on one of the chairs in the small living room. There was something about this woman that Jane couldn't wrap her brain around. Physically, the woman was as imposing as a kitten but when Maura flung herself out of her grasp, Jane could feel the strength lying at the surface. Her eyes had been the most vexing swirl of green and brown Jane had ever seen. The green was similar to that of the vivid moss that grew on the trees while the brown looked like the dark sand that lined the sides of the wide rivers. She was light too; weighing no more than some of the teenage boys who had been out training in the forest that morning.

"There's something special about that girl, Janie. I can feel it." Angela whispered from her chair on Jane's right side. Broken from her thoughts, she looked to her mother.

"You're just sayin' that because there's someone new you can smother." Jane joked and her mother swatted at her. The younger woman chuckled and shifted so her legs were splayed out in front of her. She fidgeted for a few more minutes.

"If you wanna shift and go run around, go ahead. I don't mind watching over her." The elder woman offered but her daughter shook her head. "Nah, I wanna be here in case she wakes up. Besides, you heard what Cavanaugh said. She's my responsibility until she either joins the village or she leaves." Silence fell upon both women and neither spoke for hours until there was a commotion from the inner Sanctuary. Angela was the first one out the door followed by Jane, the latter not moving more than ten feet from her home.

"Who is it ma? What's going on?" Jane asked as she began to grow impatient. Her mother stepped close to the ledge of the walkway and leaned against the railing.

"It's Frankie. He's come back with the rest of the group. It looks like they bought supplies back with them...a lot of supplies." she trailed off and Jane watched as her brother and the group he took with him began hauling in the large crates; some of the larger shifters had harnesses to pull the heaviest of materials.

"Ma, stay with Maura. I'll be right back." Jane had barely gotten the request out when she vaulted over the railing and landed with a graceful crouch on the ground twenty feet below. She stood and jogged to where the returning group had gathered.

"Frankie!" The younger man turned around and greeted his sister, handing back the lists that contained the supplies. "I hope you don't mind that I took these. I figured that it would be better if we went back and got the supplies right away before someone else found them." He admitted and Jane couldn't help but feel anything but pride for her younger brother. She slung an arm over his shoulders and pulled him in for a sideways hug.

"You did good, Frankie." She turned to another one of the group members. "Can you go and get the Chief and the Elder Healer? We need to figure out what to do with all this stuff. The man nodded and took off for the center of the village where Cavanaugh's home was.

"What now, Rizzoli? My time doesn't revolve around you." The older man grumbled and instead of giving a biting retort, Jane exhaled and help out the lists of supplies. "While I was looking around the plane, I found these lists along with a few other documents containing forms and a bunch of inventories that were meant to reach a settlement about 160 miles Northwest of here. I figured that since there are so much supplies, we could set aside the supplies are marked 'urgent' or 'critical' and keep the rest. Then when Maura is well enough-"

"Maura? You mean that woman you found?" Frankie interrupted and Jane sent him a glare.

"When Maura is well enough, I could go with a small group and deliver the supplies to them. I think we would be okay with the remaining supplies; it's definitely more than we've ever had at once before." she said and the older man just nodded. The Elder Healer gave the younger woman a gentle smiled and put her hand on Jane's shoulder.

"That is a very wise and thoughtful idea. I'll bring the other supplies with me to the cabin and we can store the other ones in the longhouse until you're ready to move it." She patted Jane's shoulder and motioned for some of the guys to help with the supplies. When they had gone, Jane helped her brother move the remaining boxes into the longhouse.

"I heard that you're on outsider duty until a decision is made. You okay with that?" The younger brother asked. Jane shrugged and ran a hand through her midnight curls. "I'm not sure yet. She was awake for all of five minutes but I can already tell that I'm gonna have my hands full." She admitted but missed the look Frankie gave her. "I'm sure you'll be fine. There's nothing that Jane Rizzoli can't handle. Besides, you've got mom and I to help out when you need it." He offered and Jane gave him another smile.

"Thanks. I appreciate it." Neither one got a chance to say anything else when Angela's shrill voice echoed off of the walls of Sanctuary. Sparing one last glance at her brother, Jane took off like a bullet.

I know I said it before at the beginning but I just wanted to thank everyone who favorited, followed, or reviewed in the first chapter of this story from the bottom of heart. I never imagined that this would have gotten as much popularity or have been received as well as it has been.

You guys are my motivation to write and I sincerely thank each and every one of you guys.

Until next time,

-SilentDaughter.