Oh snap two in one day, that doesn't happen often. I don't know if you know or not but the east coast is about to get bitch slapped by Hurricane Sandy, I live on the east coast yay, so I don't know when the next chapter will be out, hopefully I don't loose power, fingers crossed. This chapter is Natalie catching us up on the last few weeks and what she notices between Maura and Jane. I wonder what she would think of Maura and Jane hmmmm? Enjoy the chapter everyone, if your on the east coast, be safe.

Natalie's POV

I just got home from practice; Cindy's dad dropped me off. It's been about two weeks since Coach Jane posted the official Varsity squad. I pretended to be surprised that I made the team, since Coach Jane told me personally at dinner. It was so amazing to actually see it on paper though, and Cindy made the Varsity squad also. We have been getting closer over the past months, studying and practicing together on the weekends. We even more excited when Coach Rizzoli and Frost announced the Varsity squad first stringers, and we both were first stringers; me at striker and her in midfield. Everyone in our science class was us giving high fives and different praises, even Professor Green. That night the team celebrated at the one place that was our own, The Eagles Nest, the boys' soccer team was there as well. We had handmade pizza, I of course was Angela's helper, everyone else was jealous of course. My mom was there with the other parents of course, she too had to act surprised that I made the team. We had a team meeting about what we want to do for team bonding, and for our fundraisers, and of course spirit packs. Everyone pretty much wanted personalized warm up jackets, tie-die t-shirts, and school color soccer shorts. I have thanked my mom for moving me here and Coach Jane for picking me for the team. Speaking of both my mom and Coach Rizz, they have been acting pretty weird around each the past couple of weeks; actually ever since we had dinner the first time together.

I move to the living room to start working on my math and English homework. I'm pretty much done, so I take a break and grab a snack. I can stop thinking about my mom. She seems to love it here but her love life is what I'm currently concerned about. I think when we first moved here it was hard, because she had just divorced my dad. I know she has been asked several times, because she is a beautiful, intelligent woman, but she would come straight home after work, or from my practices. I wish I could help her, but I don't want to upset her about talking about it. Which brings me to think about the dinner, I had never seen her so happy, even with my dad. Whenever she was around Coach Rizz she would have this look in her eyes when looking at Coach Rizz. I noticed that Coach Jane had the same look about her when she looked at my mom. I would catch Coach Rizz staring at my mom, and or smiling when she came to pick me up. I don't think has noticed me watching her, watch my mom. I know for a fact that mom would have the same longing look in her eyes while looking at Coach Rizz. But at the dinner things didn't seem the same, it was like my mom was fighting herself when she would look at Coach Rizzoli. They both seemed sad, but trying to put on a brave face in front of me. I am my mother's daughter, so I could definitely tell they were trying to hide what they really felt. I know I can't ask because that is grown up business.

I think it would be completely awesome if my mom was dating Coach Rizzoli. That would be so awesome, to have Coach Rizzoli as my other mom, if they dated and got married. I could have Rizzoli and Isles of course, as my last name. Too bad, I don't think my mom would go out with a woman, nonetheless Jane Rizzoli. I take a couple bits of apple and move back the living room. "Hmmm Natalie Rose Rizzoli-Isles, has a great ring to it" I saw out loud to myself. I just wish I knew why they stopped smiling at each other; I want my mom and coach to at least get along. I hope it doesn't have anything to do with me. I don't want to cause my mom any pain, my father has done enough of that to her already. Maybe that's why she has declined so many offers, she afraid that will get hurt again. I want my mom to be happy, even it's with another man, "but I would prefer Coach Rizz" I joke to myself.

I know that Coach Jane is gay, besides her saying she is gay in one of her earlier interviews; she did date a fashion model, Megan something. I've seen a couple moms trying to hit on her on several occasions. Jane would act normal around them, but they still would throw themselves at her. When this would happen at practice, I noticed Coach Jane would look at my mom on the bleachers and my mom would have several different emotions appear on her face. I could usually see hurt, anger, sadness and then confusion; like she's second guessing herself. But I know all she is doing is hiding her feelings. I can tell they like each other but I think my mom is too afraid of her own feelings.

I try to think about other stuff, like the Thanksgiving Tournament coming up in a couple of days. It's in New York City, thank god my old team isn't in the tournament, and I don't know how I would get through that. I finish my homework and put it back in my bag. I take my soccer bag and bring it into the laundry room; I see that my mom has brought our laundry down as well. I decide to do the laundry so that's one less thing she has to do before we leave for New York. I separate the lights from the darks and place her dresses on hangers because they don't get washed; they go directly to the dry cleaners. I put my soccer gear in the sink to soak in Oxy-clean, that stuff works magic on my soccer gear. I turn everything on and go back to the living room, to watch some TV, I think the Patriots are playing tonight; I'm becoming more of a Boston fan than a New York fan. I see that the game doesn't start for another 30 minutes, so I take that time to straighten up the living room a bit and go grab my pita chips for a light snack before dinner.

I turn my computer on to check my email and Facebook. I don't really have anything in my inbox just a lot of junk mail. I look on my Facebook and see that I have several different messages and posts on my wall. I have been tagged in a bunch of pictures from the team celebration at Eagles Nest and different girls from the team posting ridiculous soccer blooper pictures on my wall. I find my friends are crazy but I wouldn't change them for anything. I watch the countdown clock on the TV, and see that's it's at two minutes left to game time. I write a quick Facebook status saying "Let's go Pats, who's ready for another W" and close my computer. I hear the jingle from my dryer go off and I moved to drag our clothes so that I can fold them; while watching the game of course.

About five minutes into the second quarter, I'm pretty much done with folding so I just sit and wait for halftime to come; then I can put the clothes away. Halftime hits and the Patriots are up 28 against the Dolphins who have 10. I take my queue from the refs that I'm free to move from my TV for fifteen minutes. Perfect, plenty enough time to put up the clothes and do whatever. I grab my hamper first and head up to my room; I just drop it next to my closet, deciding I can sort through it later. I go back down to grab my mom's hamper and go back upstairs to her room. I sort everything for her but just put it on her bed. I go to head back downstairs but a book catches my eye. It's my mom old college yearbooks from Harvard, well one of them since its dated 1995; I know she graduated in 1997 just before having me. I decide to look through it, to see what my mom looked like back then. I skim to her picture; she still looks the same, just as beautiful. I keep looking through and come across my estrange father, and keep looking though. I thought about going to Harvard, but BCU is another one of my choices, I haven't decided what I want to do if soccer doesn't work out for me. I look through the different clubs and peoples notes to my mom wishing her a great summer. I then see a note and I can't believe what I read, so I re-read it to be sure I read it correctly. "I had an amazing time with you Maura, Love J. Rizzoli." The note read, and I immediately start to deny it, I think to myself "that could be anyone, Harvard is a big school." I turn to the index to find a Rizzoli but the only name I can find close to it is a J. Riggs. I immediately start to put two and two together; the secrets looks, the longing in their eyes, sorrow. I have reached a conclusion, Jane Rizzoli and my mom, Maura Isles have a past. I have to find out what it is, before I decide what to do next I hear my mom coming through the door, yelling "Hey Nat, I brought pizza for dinner."

"Coming mom, just putting away some things" I say quickly putting the yearbook back where it was and going back down stair. I ever emotion is going through me right now: excitement, frustration, happiness, anger. I have to figure out what their history is; maybe it can help my mom's broken heart. I start planning in my head as I greet my mom. We bring the pizza in the living room and start to watch the second half of the football game.

Ooooooooooo Natalie just found Maura's old yearbook, the one with Jane's note oh man, whats going to happen next. Any guesses, if you guess right, I'll put you in the next chapter's shout out. For anyone wondering, I absolutely hate the Patriots, I think they are a bunch a whinny babies, I'm sorry for you if your a fan...GREEN BAY PACKERS all day people...unfortunately Jane is a fan, and now Natalie is too, so I have to write it, lamesauce , but its only for Rizzles. Back to the show, Review or comment let me know what you think, even if you want to rant about how much the Patriots suck, I'll except that too, thanks. :)