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 Ten
Jane rooted around her wardrobe for anything even slightly suitable to wear for her job interview in Beacon Hill. The Italian huffed, finding nothing but wrinkled Jeans and dirty shirts before she spotted a red target bag stuffed beneath a bunch of shoes, gym bags and other things Jane had outgrown but never bothered to throw out. The brunette furrowed her brow and grabbed the bag only to open it and find a brand new white sweater and a pair of light denim jeans with the tag still attached. Jane shrugged not entirely sure where the new clothes came from but decided they were nicer and at least cleaner than anything she had.
An hour later Jane was just finishing off the last touches to her appearance. She had on light denim Jeans that were cuffed at the bottom, a white baggy sweater that had a hint of silver running through it and some black converse. She had even made the effort to wipe down her shoes with a damp cloth to make them appear nicer. She had tried to straighten her hair but as she was fresh out of the shower it was pointless to try and tame it so instead she put a bit of gel through her hair, keeping it back out of her face and giving it a sleek appearance. She had applied a touch of her mother's eyeliner and a hint of mascara to make her eyes stand out more and her face appear older. Looking at herself in the mirror she took one last breath, grabbed her phone and headed outside.
Just as she was locking her front door, Lisa pulled up with a honk of her horn followed by a loud wolf whistle as she waved at Jane. Running to the car, Jane sat down in the front passenger seat.
"Woohoo, Rizzoli, you clean up very well!" Lisa teased; she was used to seeing the younger girl in ripped jeans and stained shirts.
"Do you think it's alright? I want to make a good impression." Jane chewed on her lip nervously.
"Don't worry Jane, Mrs. Faulkner sounded lovely on the phone. I'm sure she's more interested in your personality and abilities than your looks." Lisa patted the girl's jumpy leg.
"Seriously, thank you Lisa for recommending my application to this family. I really appreciate it." Jane said, extremely grateful.
"You're welcome kid." Lisa grinned as she pulled out of Jane's drive.
Twenty minutes later, Lisa and Jane found themselves waiting for the huge automatic black gate to open wide enough for them to drive up to the large white house. Jane's mouth hung open at the beautiful grounds surrounding the home before she spotted the black Mercedes Benz parked by the garage.
"Holy shit, are you sure this is the right house?" Jane asked in amazement.
"Yeah. I had to look up the address on Google Maps just to make sure." Lisa smiled as she stepped out of the car and admired the gorgeous house.
"Do we hit the buzzer or?" The brunette hesitated between the buzzer and the doorbell.
"Doorbell, she knows we're coming." Lisa nodded her head and pressed the grey button.
"Hello, how can I help you?" A middle aged plump woman with a Spanish accent opened the door with a bright smile.
"Um hi, we're here for an interview with Mrs. Faulkner..." Lisa trailed off.
"Oh yes, come right in." The woman replied holding open the door before she escorted Jane and her boss through the small foyer and into what she assumed was the living room.
"Take a seat." The Spanish woman smiled.
"Thank you." Jane cleared her throat and took a seat on the leather couch.
"Mrs. Faulkner will be with you shortly but until then may I offer you something to drink ladies?" The dark haired housekeeper asked as she straightened out her apron.
"A black coffee for me please, Jane?" Lisa glanced at her employee.
"Water please." Jane nodded with a small smile and wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans.
"I will be right back. Please feel free to help yourself to some snacks." The house keeper nodded towards the cakes and cookies on the coffee table.
"Thank you." Lisa smiled and watched the woman walk away.
"Nice house huh?" The manager whispered; her eyes all over the room.
"Whoa; yeah. Look at that TV." Jane's eyes widened at the fifty inch.
"Imagine working here." Lisa whispered.
"Yeah imagine..." The Italian trailed off; there was no way she was going to get this job.