AN: Thanks for the support! The next chapter I'm going to try to do in first person, just to experiment. Let me know what you think? Thanks again!

"Rizzoli, I understand that you want to help, but there are some things you can't do." Cavanaugh rubbed his brow. His baldness sent shivers down Jane's spine; there was something about this guy that she couldn't stand. "Is this about me and your mom?"

Jane scoffed. "Really?"

He looked down at the table; he looked numb with his small eyes and emotionless face. It looked as if his face was carved from marble, so dead and cold. "So maybe it isn't about me and your mother".

Sitting behind Jane, Maura shifted in her seat. The ignorance of correct grammar was causing her to stir. "You mother and I," she corrected, unable to hold in her inner perfectionist. Jane had insisted she stayed, she felt safer with Maura there, like they weren't going to press charges with some crying girl in the room. Of course, this was fallacy, but it made her feel better.

"Your mother and I," Cavanaugh reiterated. His face was beginning to redden. Across his office table, Jane rolled her eyes. "You are lucky, Jane. I'm not pressing charges. But you can't do that again. You have no idea how lucky you are that we were able to clean up your mess." So it wasn't that much of a fallacy. Jane stood up from her chair, ready to leave. "Not yet." She took her seat, crossing her arms, eyeing Cavanaugh. "You are going to do us a little favor. Maura here is going to BCU, right?"

Maura sniffed her nose. "Yes." She answered head strong.

Cavanaugh tried his best to smile, but his face simply did not want to. "Great, well, heroine has become a big problem with incoming freshman and we need someone to go in and handle it. Before you say anything, I've already asked your mom."

"No." Jane was catching on to his suggestion.

"Rizzoli," he never called her by her last name, "we need you to do this. It's either this or we press charges, and that trial won't go your way."

"No."

"You get a gun."

"Let me think this over."

Maura giggled in the back, holding her hand against her lips. Looking into his eyes, Jane could see how much he'd enjoy this. Having her out of the house for a few weeks, maybe a few months, all that alone time with her mom… The more she thought about it, the more the idea of Cavanaugh and her mom disgusted her. But if she left, she wouldn't have to deal with him. No more cleaning her room, or babysitting Tommy, or having to take care of Frankie. She would finally have time for herself. Imagine all the burgers she could eat.

After a few moments of looking blankly at the table, she turned her head to look at Maura. "What does this have to do with Maura?" Maura bit her lip.

Cavanaugh looked at them, his face colder than the icebergs of the North Pole. "We looked her up, its classic procedure for people coming into Head Quarters. You would know that, if you ever listened to me." For someone who seemed dead inside, he was an awfully big jerk. "Maura Isles, seventeen, attends BCU on a full scholarship. She could give you a pretty solid cover, as a transfer student."

Jane, a little embarrassed, lean in and whispered to Cavanaugh, "I dropped out of High School, I don't know how well I'll do…"

"Lucky for you," Maura chimed in, causing Jane to fall back. "I'm a tutor, I could help you. Students do better when they have someone driving them, for example a study by the American Educational Journal-"

"We get it, thanks." Cavanaugh forced a smile. "I bet Maura wouldn't mind having you as a roommate either, maybe some of her intelligence will rub off on you." Was that a joke? Jane couldn't tell.

Maura intertwined her hands. "Well, I don't about that sir."

"Really? Why not?"

"I'll be in jail."

"Jail?"

"I burgled." Jane let laugh escape her lips, and she looked back at Maura. Those sad eyes, she really thought she in trouble. It was kind of endearing, kind of cute…

Cavanaugh leaned forward. "Well, I am sure that the law can forgive you." Cold eyes, like a shark. A shark that was dating Jane's mother. Yup, Jane needed to get out of there. "We will fix everything up for Monday. Thanks, Rizzoli. We need our best on this." His best, he was just sucking up to her mom.