AU Loosely based off the movie Grease. I know you're thinking not another high school story, but I think it could be worth your time. Rizzles. (temporary summary until better words come to mind.) Enjoy!

Disclaimer: All rights of Rizzoli and Isles belong to Tess and Janet, to whom without them there would be no huge fanbase for our gals. I write for entertainment purposes. I don't own Grease either.

Author's Note: Jane is 'Rizzo' because part of Rizzoli spells Rizzo, Maura is like Sandy. Trying a new story, but my focus will be on Undeniable Feelings, just trying something else out, it has been a joy writing this first chapter. I hope that you guys enjoy.


Senior Year of high school was fast approaching, the last weeks of summer, Jane Rizzoli turned 18 and as a gift her parents saved up some money so she could go on a class trip to Paris, France. Jane of course helped pay her way as well, working hard as a little league baseball coach's assistant. Her team won the championship, baseball was her favorite sport, she always wanted to go see the Red Sox at Fenway but that was something her parents couldn't afford. Her mom was a house wife and her dad was a plumber, so the money flow wasn't big in the Rizzoli household, plus it didn't help that she had two younger brothers that ate a lot so the food bill was high.

Jane now sat in her hotel room she had to share with two other girls, they were both on the phone with their boyfriends who couldn't go on the trip and Jane was glad to get away from hers who was currently on the trip as well. He sent her a text and then knocked on the door moments later. She grumbled going to answer it. "What did you want Gabriel? It's getting a little late, isn't it? You shouldn't be at my room anyways, rules and all of that."

"I just wanted to see you, I don't like who I have to spend time with, Joey is such a douchebag. You can always come out in the hallway, so we wouldn't be breaking any rules," he smirked and Jane looked behind her at her roommates who suddenly got quiet, listening in on their conversation.

"Fine, but only because of the nosy twins over there," she rolled her eyes, grabbing her jacket and heading into the hallway, closing the door. "Shit, I forgot my key. Maybe I'll just sleep in the lobby."

"I think that's frowned upon Jane," Gabriel wrapped his arm around hers. "So, wanna make out?" he asked and Jane rolled her eyes.

"You're such a pig sometimes Dean."

"We hardly ever make out Jane, sometimes I don't even know if you're attracted to me or you just want a man on your arm to show off."

Jane pulled away from Gabriel, "Let me tell you something, I do not need a man to show off, I'm perfectly secure of who I am. I do not need anyone, so don't think for a moment I need you. You understand?"

"Geez Jane, would you settle down I was just asking."

"Well sometimes you shouldn't talk at all."

Gabriel frowned, "Well, if we made out some my talking would be to a minimum."

"Five minutes, and that's it, okay?"

"Sometimes I swear I don't know what to do with you Rizzoli."

"Well good, now shut up," she leaned against the wall letting Gabriel press his lips against hers. Jane could only kiss him so long, especially when he placed his hands on her butt. She smacked his hands away, and he pulled back frowning.

"What the hell is the matter with you tonight? I didn't take you for a prude Jane," he crossed his arms.

She stepped closer to him. "Don't you dare call me that again, you understand me?"

"There's something weird with you tonight."

"Maybe I finally realized that you're just a horny idiot and I don't want you touching me like that, especially where someone can see," Jane noticed someone's presence in the hallway. "Like her over there. It's not polite to stare you know."

"I um... I'm sorry I didn't mean to it's just well, your body language gave off something quite concerning and he seemed to be bothering you," the honey blonde hair girl spoke.

Jane gave Gabriel a nudge, "See, even she notices it," she turned to the girl, "He's just a freshly ex boyfriend."

"Jane, what the hell?" Gabriel's jaw dropped.

"You don't respect me and my feelings and I'm tired of it. Be glad I gave you three chances, when I shouldn't have given you any at all. Goodbye Dean," she brushed past him and walked over to the girl in the hallway, and was pleased when Gabriel was gone. "I'm Jane Rizzoli," she stuck out her hand, "And you just so happen to be?" she asked, looking at the girl confused when she just stood there. "Earth to you stranger. I just introduced myself, here's the part where you speak."

"I- oh sorry, I was noticing the sound of your voice..."

"Yeah it's not the most feminine of voices, but that's me. I'm still waiting for a name from you. You do have a name, don't you?" Jane crossed her arms and the girl nodded.

"Of course I have a name, it's Maura Isles."

"So are you from Paris or the states?" Jane shoved her hands in her pockets.

"I'm from the Upper East Side of New York."

"You don't sound like you're from New York. You don't like those stupid Yankees, do you?"

"I wasn't born there, I was born in California, but my mother died after giving birth to me and my father gave me to a family he knew. Are the Yankees someone I'm supposed to know?" she scrunched up her nose in confusion, trying to understand what this brunette was talking about.

"It's a baseball team, like the Boston Red Sox."

"I don't watch sports, I like documentaries, often went to Broadway shows. My parents are pretty classy people, Constance has art gallerys and my my father is a Professor at Boston University."

"I thought you said that you live in New York."

"Well, I do, he teaches summer classes in Boston. He's actually there right now, mother and I were checking out her new art gallery, it opens up next week, she's been pretty busy, I was actually just coming up to my room, she left right after dinner."

"Do you always overshare things?" Jane wasn't quite sure why this Maura girl was talking so openly about her life.

"I um..." she blushed, "I don't talk to many people."

"You're really odd, you know that?" Jane laughed, and she noticed the girl shrink away and look down at her feet. "Shit, I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you," she rested a hand on the girl's arm, causing her to flinch. "I didn't mean anything negative by it, I swear. Looks like I put my foot in my mouth, that's a bad habit when I'm near someone so... um... there I go again."

"I think it's highly unlikely for you to put a foot in your mouth, you don't seem very flexible. No offense."

"Hey none taken, I dropped out after one class of ballet, which my mother wanted me to take, she doesn't like me playing sports, I tend to get hurt a lot. I can't even tell you how many times my brother elbowed me in the face, even broke my nose a few times. I- oh look, now I'm oversharing."

"I can see why your mom doesn't like you playing sports, especially if you get hurt as much as you claim."

"She doesn't like me not being a girly girl too, I hate frilly stuff and the color pink. Those are two things you won't see me in, unless she forces me to for dinners," Jane looked down at her watch. "It's getting late, I should get back to my hotel room, even though I left my key inside and my roommates don't like me very much, and I can't stand them. Are you used to doing things by yourself when your mother is busy?"

Maura looked up at the taller girl, "Are you asking to spend time in my hotel room?"

"I mean, unless that's over stepping boundaries. I was going to just sleep in the lobby, but you are the nicest person I've had the pleasure of encountering on my trip and I wouldn't mind talking more," Jane ran a hand through her hair.

"I don't see why not, better than you spending time with that guy who obviously doesn't know boundaries," Maura smiled, opening up her hotel room door with her key. "So why are you in Paris?"

"Oh, just a class trip before senior year. Almost free of high school, then who knows where life will take me. Are you still in high school?" Jane asked, sitting down on the couch, this hotel room was much nicer than hers.

"I've spent most my years in boarding schools, my choice of course. My parents kind of want me to have a normal senior year experience, just to do something different. They do think I need to work on my people skills."

"Yeah, maybe just a little bit, but you already seem to be doing fine around me."

"You're the first person who makes me not feel awkward, it's weird considering how we just met, must be since I've closed myself off to the world how this feels really refreshing. Maybe I should experience a regular high school experience."

"Well it's not all it's cut out to be, so much drama and nonsense," Jane rested her hands behind her head. "Have you ever dated anyone before?"

"Yeah I have actually, his name is Garrett."

"Is Garrett? So you're still with him?" Jane shifted slightly to get a read on Maura's face.

"Well, my parents think that we are, it's a habit, me using present tenses when talking about him. We broke up months ago, it was kind of my fault. Well, not really my fault, but my sexual preferences are more the female type."

"Ah, so you're a lesbian? I wouldn't have guessed it."

"I thought lesbians have what I think they call a gay-dar, that word is weird but you had no idea that I am..."

Jane sat up straight, "Are you insinuating that you believe that I'm a lesbian?"

Maura's cheeks heated up, she felt so embarrassed, "I... Oh Jane, I'm sorry I didn't mean I just... the way you were tense around that guy. It was a hypothesis, and then you asked to come in my hotel room and I guess I got the wrong idea."

"Well you did, I'm not... I'm not a lesbian, I'm Catholic, they just... aren't... my mom would freak out if I was one, trust me I'm not so don't think that I am," Jane got defensive, standing up from the couch.

"I didn't mean to offend you Jane," Maura's eyes watered up and Jane frowned, sitting down, taking a few breaths.

"I'm sorry I just... people always assume that I am. People tend to use that damn derogatory word when talking about me."

"Has Dean ever, called you that?"

Jane shook her head, "Oh God no, I wouldn't have been dating him if he ever... his friend Joey has on more than one occasion, we dated last Christmas, my mother is friends with his mom, well she was until she heard him use that term on me. My mother likes to set me up with people, like I can't find someone on my own. After Dean though, I don't think I even want to think about dating a boy again. It's like their hormones are always so intense and all they can think about is sex. Geez, I can see why you wanted to be a lesbian."

"It's not something I want to be Jane, it's something I am. I'm proud of what I am."

Jane raised her brow, "Proud enough that you have to pretend you are still dating that Garrett guy? That doesn't seem like someone that is proud of who they are."

"I just... I never found the right person to open up about. It's no big deal, no harm done if they think I'm dating Garrett."

"So when you find the right person, you won't hide anymore?"

Maura nodded, "Exactly, not like my parents pay much attention to my personal life anyways."

"Shit, we should switch parents, my mother can be so overbearing she would smother you."

"Do you always use such vulgar language, it makes you seem angry."

"Maybe I am angry, who knows."

"Angry because you're in denial or something is bothering you. I seen it happen, people hiding who they are that they are angry at the word, hurt and confused. The world can be quite a brutal place," Maura suggested. "But if you have a good support system nobody should make you feel like you can't be yourself."

"Seems like you have some experience with that matter. Maybe you should just admit to your parents that you're a lesbian, get it off of your chest," Jane shrugged.

"It's not that simple Jane," she looked down at her hands.

"Well it should be if you're proud of your sexuality, unless that was just a bunch of BS."

Maura sighed, "See, why do you sound so upset it's my life, and we just met."

"Because Maura," Jane closed her eyes, "Maybe you can inspire me to be honest..."

"So you lied about not being a lesbian?" Maura eyed Jane.

"I just... I get upset when everyone assumes that about me, if my mother found out, remember?"

"I didn't realize Catholics could be so strict, aren't religious people you know, not supposed to judge, doesn't seem like a very good spiritual community if they can't even accept that people are gay. Seems very hypocritical."

"Yeah it is, so can we please keep this to ourselves?"

Maura nodded, patting Jane's hand, "Of course. It's good to get that off of your chest, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, and I can't believe that I outed myself to a stranger."

"I would like to think we aren't strangers, I mean we are open about our families and I know you more than I know anyone else."

Jane smirked, "You make a valid point, so are you attracted to me?"

Maura shrugged, "There's a slight possibility that I might be, you're very slim and fit, your hair has nice curls to it but not an overwhelming amount, and well your skin seems pretty soft. You are definitely an 11 on a scale that only goes to 10."

"I never broke a scale before, I am flattered, wasn't expecting you to be so specific though," Jane blushed, her mouth going dry and her heart racing.

"So, what about me?" Maura asked, after moments of silence had passed.

"What about you?" Jane asked, trying to regain focus after Maura explained what she found attractive about her.

"Are you attracted to me?" she asked quietly like she was afraid to ask.

"I um... I'm not sure, I'm not even sure what my type is. You do have nice hair though, and well..." Jane glanced down at Maura's chest, causing both girls to blush. Maura looked up at Jane moments later.

"Jane..." she played with her fingers and Jane looked at her.

"Yeah?" Jane shifted closer to Maura, biting her bottom lip, looking into Maura's warm eyes.

"I um... were you thirsty?" she moved away slightly. "I never offered you a beverage," she stood up. "Did you want some tea or something?"

"I... not really. Are you okay?" Jane asked, inwardly sighing at Maura's reaction.

"Me yeah, I'm fine, just got thirsty all of a sudden, I'll go make some tea," she headed to the makeshift kitchen. Jane couldn't help but follow her and grab her gently by the arm, turning Maura around so she could face her.

"Why did you pull away? Did I do something wrong?"

Maura shook her head, "No I just... we just met, I'm sorry," she pulled away again, turning her attention to the tea pot.

"Okay," Jane sighed in defeat, and she shoved her hands in her pants pockets. "I should probably be going anyways, if I'm not in my room when the morning comes my teacher will flip her shit. It was nice meeting you Maura Isles. Thanks for the lovely conversation."

Maura heard footsteps become distant, when she turned around Jane was gone and she heard the door close. Maura closed her eyes taking a deep breath. "Awkward Maura Isles, at her finest," she muttered to herself and poured her tea when it was finished, feeling more alone than she did before meeting Jane Rizzoli.

When Jane got back to her hotel room, she was surprised one of her classmates opened the door for her, but one of them ticked her off. "You look like hell Rizzoli, what happened?"

"Gabriel Dean is a douchebag, if you want him by all means, take him. I'm sure your boyfriend would love that."

"Wow someone is in a bad mood, sorry I even bothered to care," she shook her head and went back to whatever it was she was doing.

"Yeah, let's just get this damn trip over with," Jane went to lay in her bed, trying to wrap her head around what went wrong with Maura. The girl consuming her thoughts for the remainder of the evening.


So, what did you guys think? It just kind of came to me, flowed and I couldn't stop until the chapter was over. What's going to happen next? Stay tuned.