Author's Note: Let me say something about AU. I know most of you want to see our heroes become the detective and the medical examiner, we know and love. But I am a scientist and I believe in Chaos and the multiverse. I know that each action we take keeps us on our time line, but for each possible decision another universe is made. And though those people will be identical to ourselves, they will not have the same traits, because they made different decisions. For instance, a boy has always dreamed of being a fireman, then one day he sees a man running out of a building ablaze. He sees the pain and changes his mind and becomes an accountant. Same situation, only this time the boy decides to go in a different direction and misses the fire. He then grows up to be that fireman. Hence the term alternate universe (AU). Some of you almost convinced me to change my premise, but I don't think I can do that as these two have an alternate reality.

A note for the squeamish the end of this chapter is very violent, but the violence is integral to the story as you will see.

I didn't think I have said this explicitly, but all reviews are welcome. Be they negative or be they positive.

Chapter 7: High School Part 1

In the State of Louisiana in 1966, there were no advanced placement classes or honor classes or remedial classes. There were two types of classes, academic (those classes for students going to college) and distributive education (for those students wanting to learn a trade). Ursuline Academy, though one of the top high schools in the state was no exception. What they did offer their Junior class were academic classes that were more advanced or more challenging than normal academic classes, such as Physics, Trigonometry, Astronomy, Medieval History, Elizabethan Literature, Theological Theories, and Sociology.

Jane had six one hour classes plus physical education. Her classes were by period Trigonometry, PE, Astronomy, Medieval History, lunch, Elizabethan Literature, Theological Theories and Practices and Sociology. Maura was given classes to mirror Jane's. It seemed that the Isles and probably the Marcelo Brothers had some influence with the school.

When Jane arrived at school in her modified Bel Air, she parked in the garage of a friend of Mr. Bev's a few blocks from the campus itself. The garage insured that no one would tamper with the vehicle while it was parked. However, it meant that the pair had to walk two and half blocks to school in the open. The young Italian didn't really like this arrangement it was too predictable.

Therefore, the street smart brunette planned to park in the Mc Main Jr. High teacher's parking, Loyola University Student Housing parking lot and the Tulane Stadium parking lot on alternating days, but never on a schedule. Using friends and relatives, the wily Italian had acquired parking passes at each location. The veteran warrior planned to roll dice each night to determine on which lot she would park, so as not to form any pattern.

But even this precaution was not enough, she called her two best friends, Big Joe and Big Tucky each night with instructions where to meet them. Then the four of them would walk to school. They being boys would make it look like two couples walking to school together.

This first day of school, Joe and Tucky met the girls at the door of the garage. Joe reached for Jane's books, which she snatched away. The tall brunette with deep blue eyes smiled and said, "Jane, we are supposed to be a couple, remember. What boy would be so rude as to not carry his girl's books?"

Jane nodded and handed Joe her books with a sign and rolled eyes. Maura voluntarily handed the slightly shorter Tucky her books. Tucky was only 6'3" and thin as a rail, but it was deceptive. The Italian was lightning fast and the second best knifesman in the gang. Janie, as in all things, had to be the best.

The four teens walked the two and half blocks in just a few minutes, where the boys handed the girls their books and chastely kissed the girls good bye under two nuns' supervision. A red Rambler American pulled up and the two boys climbed in to ride to their school, Jesuit, about 10 minutes away.

Maura laughed so hard that Jane had to ask, "What's so funny?"

The young blonde grabbed her friend's arm and replied, "You and your friends."

Jane stopped her charge and grabbed both the young girl's hands. The young Italian felt the yearning again for this girl, but she continued, "Let's get some things straight, okay. Today on the way to school, we picked up a tail from your house. I don't who it was, but I left a note for Joe in his books for him to see if it might be extra protection. If it wasn't then somebody is watching you very carefully. I need to find out who it is.

Did you notice the two guys across the street shadowing us?"

The young blonde's eyes became scared as she shook her head positively. Jane continued, "That's good, then you're not unaware of your surroundings. They stopped when we stopped. I think one had a camera. I can't be sure, but I think their casing us in order to find a pattern. They won't, because we will alter what time we leave, which routes we take, where we park. They will have a hard time setting up an ambush that way. I promise you will be safe."

Maura couldn't believe how safe she felt with her new friend holding her hands and those lovely chocolate eyes, so confident, so warm, and so inviting. The innocent child in her wondered from where these feelings came. A rush of warmth flowed from the honey blonde's contact with Jane into her heart and then her loins. The young Catholic girl blushed and pulled her hands away and queried looking at her feet, "Who's following me and why have I become so important? I don't understand."

Jane couldn't help notice the blush and the sudden pulling away of her innocent friend. The more worldly girl chastised herself for being so forward. Frightening young blonde was the last thing the young Italian wanted. Something primal inside of the street kid needed this girl to feel safe and protected. Never in her life, had Jane Rizzoli wanted anything more.

So the new Protector delicately moved Maura's head up and locked eyes with the young innocent child and was at lost instantly in her hazel eyes with small golden and green flakes. The young Italian watched how her pupils pulsed and the small flakes danced a ballet in the hazel backdrop. Jane shook her head slightly and said, "Don't ever look down. No matter what, you hold your head high. You are the bravest, brightest, most amazing human being that has ever graced this planet and don't ever let anybody make you feel otherwise. I will fuck up anybody who tries to hurt you. I will kick the ass and roast their balls."

The young girl watched chocolate eyes become bright as a flame and her soul drifted toward that flame, wanting to be consumed by it. Something held her back, something inside the child was terrified and mesmerized by that flame. The child searched for something to say, but all she could do was stand transfixed by those eyes.

An outside force broke the spell, when Sister Mary Teresa said, "Jane Rizzoli, you watch your language."

Jane gave the nun a look of defiance, then quickly changed it to a look of contriteness and answer her meekly, "Yes, sister."

Realizing her manners and her new position as Maura guide in the world of Ursuline Academy, she said, "Maura, this Sister Mary Teresa. She's the coolest nun in the school. Sister, this is Maura Isles. She just transferred here from Paris."

The young sister held out her delicate well manicured hand. Maura shook the hand and looked in dazzling blue eyes. This was the most attractive nun, the young girl had ever seen. The nun's face brighten with a spectacular smile as she said, "We have been informed about your arrival. Let me be the second person to welcome you to our school. You can rest assured that you will be safe here and that your educational experience will be positive and enlightening."

The shy girl, who went through life almost totally unnoticed, was a bet frightened of all the attention, but Jane was there to give her courage. So she answered, "Thank you, Sister. I am positive your school will both safe and enlightening."

The young nun couldn't help but notice how the young blonde glanced at Jane, when she said safe and enlightening. The Italian thug's reputation was infamous. The young brunette ruled the school with an iron hand. All the students respected and feared the tough hood.

However, Sister Mary Teresa knew the child that cried inside the wounded girl. In the more than two years, the bright nun had known Jane, they had talked many times. The young sister prided herself on being the student's resident sounding board, the one person in this school to whom they could bear their souls without judgment.

The nun in the sister had to admonish the young girl's life choice in sexual orientation. The church condemned homosexuality, but the woman in the sister understood. The young beauty had fled the cruelty of the world in joining the church. At the tender age of fourteen, she and a friend the same age fallen in love and embarked on a sexual affair that lasted two years.

Some boys found out about them and pulled her friend into the boy's bathroom and the three of them showed them what it was like to be a real woman. Anne Parsons found her lovely friend on the floor outside the bathroom from where she had crawled, leaving a trail of blood. She was covered in blood and semen. Her clothes were ripped from her body and only rags clung to her ravaged body.

The young girl didn't notice when teachers pulled her away from her friend or when the ambulance came and took her away. She zoned out. She never saw her lover again; she died the next day from internal hemorrhaging. No ever caught the boys, but Anne knew one of them. The day after the young girl died Howie Sullivan told her, "You're next dyke, only we're going to be more careful with you. We want you to be around for us to fuck for a while. Hell, soon you'll like it."

The next day Anne Parson joined a convent and started to become Sister Mary Teresa. Yes, she knew the pain and anguish that tormented the Italian street hood. The young nun understood what drove the girl. Jane Rizzoli's history was a legend at the school. Everyone had heard the story, but only a select few were treated with the pain it had caused and was still causing to the girl's soul.

The nun in the sister said, "Jane, why don't you take Maura to the office. She needs to fill out some paperwork and get her class schedule."

Jane nodded and took Maura's hand, saying, "Come with me, you're going to love it here."

The nun watched the pair walk toward the building and shook her head. She saw nothing but pain coming to the pair. They were both trapped. They just didn't realize it yet.

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