AN: Hey guys! Sorry that it's been a little longer than previously to update. So, I need to clarify some things. Jane will meet Maura, but I'm trying to follow close to the actual story line of the show, so it will be at a crime scene. I'm sorry, but if you bear with me for a couple more background chapters we'll get the the Rizzoli and Isles goodness. Don't worry! I'm sorry if you guys find these just Jane chapters boring, but I have a set timeline I'm following for background purposes. Give me a couple more chapters and you will get to see Maura. I have lots planned for her! Also, notice the rating change. That's for some mild cursing but I know there will be more in the future, so sorry if that's not okay with you. Oh, and disclaimer (though this is like 4 chapters to late) I don't actually own Rizzoli and Isles or anything related to it. Okay, and that's about it. As always, review and tell me what you think! And look at the end of the chapter for something that I need your guys' help with.

Chapter Four

"Oh, Janie! Your first date! How exciting!" Angela bubbled, as she rummaged through Jane's closet.

"Yeah, how exciting." Jane mumbled half-heartedly.

"What are you going to wear? You have nothing to wear!"

"Can't I just wear jeans and a t-shirt?" Jane sighed, flopping onto her bed.

"No! You have to be a lady! You should at least wear a dress! Oh! And we can straighten your hair!"

"Ma!" Jane whined. "Move out of the way." she commanded, walking towards the closet. She pulled out the blue dress she had put in the way back of her closet after her Nonna gave it to her for her fourteenth birthday earlier in the year. "I'll wear this." she said decidedly.

"That'll be perfect!" Angela gushed at her daughter.

Jane rolled her eyes and knelt down to rummage through her closet until she found the black ballet flats her mother had insisted on buying or her. She pulled them out and held them up for her mother's approval.

Angela beamed at her.

"And I'm leaving my hair curly and down." Jane told her mother.

"Fine, but at least let me put some make-up on you." Angela said, moving towards Jane.

Jane jumped away from her. "Ma! No! No make-up! It's bad enough that I have to wear a dress! After you forced me to go on a date with Joey Grant!"

"He's always liked you, honey. He tried to kiss you on the playground when you were four, you know."

"And if I remember that story correctly, I punched him before he could." Jane argued back. "I don't like him. I don't understand why I have to go out with him."

"Because eventually you will like a boy and you will need to know how to act like a lady on dates."

"Just go so I can get ready." Jane shooed her mother out the door and began to get ready.

Why are you doing this, Jane? she thought to herself. You've never liked Joey, or any other boy for that matter. But that's not weird, you are just a late bloomer with crushes. You're just different than the other girls. Which is good. You're not disgustingly girly like them. Even though they do look pretty in their dresses and skirts. Especially Rebecca in your math class. But you're not like them, and that's okay. You just don't see the appeal of going on dates, and holding hands, and kissing them, yuck! What if Joey tries to kiss me tonight?! It's not like he hasn't before. Oh, god! What have I gotten myself into?!

Throughout her internal monologue Jane got dressed, put on her shoes, and fixed her hair into less of a frizzy, curly mess. She grabbed her black wristlet and threw in her phone, house keys, twenty bucks, and a pack of gum.

"Jane! Your date's here!" her mother called up the stairs.

Jane walked quickly down the stairs to see her mother and father. Her mother's eyes were glassy like she was about to cry and her father looked like he wanted to kill Joey.

"Oh, honey! You look beautiful!" Angela gushed at her daughter. "Let me get a picture! Jane, go stand next to Joey!"

"You clean up nice, Rizzoli." Joey smiled, looking her up and down.

"Shut it, Grant." Jane retorted, barely resisting the urge to punch him.

"Jane Rizzoli! Behave yourself!" Her mother ordered. She took twenty pictures until Jane forced her to stop.

"Listen here, young man." her father finally spoke. "You take care of my Janie, or you will have me to answer to."

"Oh, stop scaring him, Frank." Angela berated her husband. "You two have a good time!"

Later that night, Jane found herself having a pretty good time. She and Joey were sitting on a picnic blanket in an open field close to the park. Joey's mom had driven them and left them with the promise of being back in three hours. They'd already been there an hour and a half and it was beginning to get dark. It would have actually been really romantic. Joey's mom had packed them peanut butter and fluff sandwiches in a picnic basket, along with chips and soda. Jane actually was beginning to feel comfortable. She and Joey had talked about sports and school, and that was about it. Jane felt as though this was more like hanging out with a friend than a date.

"You know what, Joey? This isn't actually as bad as I thought. Maybe we could do this again sometime." Jane said, without really thinking.

"Really?" Joey asked, his eyes widening in hope.

"Sure. Why not? You're actually pretty cool."

"Oh, well, when you put it like that…" Joey trailed off as he leaned in to kiss Jane.

"Whoa! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Jane shouted, as she jumped up from the picnic blanket.

"Kissing you. You said you liked me." Joey said slowly, clearly startled and confused.

"As a FRIEND." Jane explained. "I don't like you THAT way!"

"All the guys were right about you!"

"What guys?! Right about what?!"

"Like you don't know?! You're such a lesbian!"

"A what?!" Jane asked, confused but angry.

"You like girls!" Joey shouted. "You're such a goddamn tease! You led me on! I should have known!"

"Call your mom. I want to go home. Now."

"Fine."

That night, Jane lay in bed, tossing and turning. Am I lesbian? I can't be. Lesbians like girls. I don't like girls! I barely get along with girls! I'm much better hanging out with guys, not that I'm attracted to any of them. But girls?! No! I can't be! I'm not! But what if I am? Does everyone already think I am? Joey did say "the guys." What the hell?! Why are they talking about me?! What the hell am I doing? Do I like girls? No! But do I? I can't! I don't. Girls are stupid with their pretty dresses and hair that smells nice and make-up that makes their eyes look the deepest blue. Shit! What am I doing?! Do I like girls? Think, Jane, think! Oh, Rebecca. Now she's beautiful. Her gorgeous red lips and her cute little smile when she answers the problem right. And her adorable little laugh. Shit! I like Rebecca. I have a crush on Rebecca! Shit! I'm a goddamn lesbian! Shit! Joey was right. What the hell am I going to do?! Jane sighed and rolled over to look at the time: 1:04 am. Great. Now I'm going to be exhausted during my softball game! Stupid Joey! Ugh! How on earth will I tell Ma and Pop? And Frankie and Tommy?! Shit! I'm screwed. Suddenly, she felt a tingling on her right wrist. She pulled her arm out from under the blanket and stared at it. She blinked, making sure she wasn't seeing things. Underneath the "M" was another black letter: "A".

AN: Hey again! Hope you liked that! So I've had this idea rolling around in my head where Maura is 14 and Jane is 16 and Maura wants a babysitter so she's not as lonely and her mom hires Jane. It's a teen rizzles AU, that's loosely based off a babysitting job my mom had when she was 16 which basically meant she was paid to hang out with a girl who was only a couple years younger than her. So what do you guys think? Something you might like to read? Please let me know! Thanks!