A/N Hello, hello! Long time, no see, right? I apologize immensely, really, I do. I'm pretty sure I haven't updated since I went back to school, so about 6 weeks ago. SORRY! School is so hectic, you wouldn't believe it. I proof read this myself, so any mistakes are mine. Please review and let me know your thoughts. They're always so nice and it makes me feel awesome. It may also make me write faster…

Enjoy xo!

Jane walked out of the locker room and into the gym, as did everyone else in her PE class. Although, as she entered the gym she noticed people from completely different PE classes to her sitting among people in her PE class. She walked over to the bleachers and took a seat by herself (as she usually did) and turned up her music, then changing the song. Music, Artists, Mayday Parade, A Lesson In Romantics, When I Get Home You're So Dead. Ah, I love this song, Mayday is so awesome. She had only one earphone in, for when the teacher came in and she knew she was talking. Although, Jane's PE teacher didn't walk in - one of the other classes' teacher walked in by herself; Mrs Drewingle. Mrs Drewingle was about in her late 30's, and was always super nice and never crabby. She was about 5"4' in height, had shoulder length, blonde wavy hair, and perfect teeth; also surprisingly, no wrinkles. So, realistically, she was very good looking for her age.

"Morning kiddies! Now, unfortunately Miss Sarfati and Ms Williams are running late today, as they carpooled together and there was traffic on some road somewhere and… The point is we're combining all three PE classes of this morning into one. Now, I'm going to give you a number and it'll be your team number. We'll be playing rotation volleyball, which is where…" Mrs Drewingle kept on speaking, but Jane had glazed over and tuned out completely, putting her earphone back in her left ear. She knew how to play rotation volleyball, as did every other person in the room; they played it at least once every two weeks, and have been since the start of high school. Miss went around the room giving everyone a number - either one, two or three - which took forever because of all the people in the room; Jane estimated there to be at least 85 people, give or take. "Two." Miss pointed at Jane quickly giving her a number before continuing on. That's my lucky number, woo! Oh wait; I hate everyone in here… Not woo, not woo at all.

Jane glanced around the room, trying to amuse herself by mentally commenting on people - if she saw anyone worth criticising, that is. Right up the back in the next set of seats to Jane, was Maura. She was reading some science magazine of sorts, which according to Maura's facial expressions was quite fascinating - it almost made Jane want to read it, and she hated Science. Jane silently wished Maura was given the same team number as her, when she was broken from her reverie by Miss yelling out to everyone "Ok teams one and two out on the floor! Team three, just relax and sit tight!"

Taking out her earphone and wrapping them around her iPod, she shoved it in her bag and strode down to the gym floor. When she was down there, she looked up to where Maura was sitting expecting to see her there; her seat was empty though. She turned to face behind her, which was away from the net, to spot Maura standing a few metres away from her near the edge of the court, staring into space with her hands clasped together on one hip. Jane quickly glanced away, just as Maura glanced to her. Unknown to Jane, Maura smiled coyly at the thought of merely being in the same room as Jane. Wow, I'm so lame thought Maura.

The two teams on the court played for two sets, each winning one and putting them in a draw. They were in the middle of the third and deciding set. Up until then, almost everyone had put in an equal amount of effort, and no one had injured themselves; although some new girl had a mini asthma attack, but she had her puffer on her so nobody really cared. They were all in the middle of a rally, when suddenly Jane went in for a dig from a metre away; running in and sliding on her knees and accidently tripping, face planting into the hardwood floor of the gym. The gym was abruptly much quieter, the game stopping and everyone staring at Jane. Jane, who was now slowly sitting up and groaning whilst holding her face with one hand, blood seeping down through her fingers and down her chin, and her other hand grasping at her left ankle.

"HOLY SHIT! FFFUUUUU!" Jane mumbled loudly through her hand, whilst people crowded around her, not making any effort to help her. The teacher had conveniently left the gym right before this incident.

"Excuse me, sorry, please move out of the way…" A stern and familiar voice approached Jane. Making her way through the crowd, she made it to Jane, after receiving numerous glares from the people standing by. Maura moved to kneel down next to Jane, and the crowd dispersed. "Ouch, that uh… looks like it causes you a copious amount of pain."

"Yah think, Maur?" Jane spat at her, voice laced with sarcasm and pain. Maura couldn't help but smile a little at the fact Jane had just used something of a nickname for her. No one's ever done that. Does that mean she accepts me as a friend…? Maura gently batted away Jane's hands from her face and caressed her cheeks with both her hands, tilting it from side to side, examining her nose. She has such beautiful eyes… Maura released her grip on Janes face and moved to her ankle. Being careful not to pain her more, Maura straightened out Jane's leg and examined her ankle. She remained examining it as she began to speak.

"Well, I can easily pop your nose back into place, but I'm afraid I can't do much for your ankle, as I'm not equipped with proper materials and equipment needed to aid it." Maura looked up from the ankle to Jane, whose eyes were popping out of her head. Maura leaned over to grab Janes face again, slowly moving her hands to her nose, and cracking it into place.

"OUCH!" Jane grabbed at her nose again, whilst Maura stood and offered Jane a hand. She took it, still holding her nose with one hand. Unable to stand on both feet, Jane placed a hand on Maura's shoulder for support. Maura returned the gesture, putting her arm around Jane's shoulders, holding her up and helping her walk to sick bay.

"You'll need to hold ice to your nose, that way it won't swell up." The rest of the walk was silent, neither girl looking at each other, creating a tense and awkward atmosphere between them.

-x-

"Alright then deary, here is some ice for your nose. And I have to rush out, so here is a bandage and clip. I'm sure your lovely friend here can put that on for you. After all, she did pop your nose in to place," The nurse turned to Maura "I don't know how you knew to do that, but you did a good job. Now if you'll both excuse me, I do apologize." And with that, the school nurse took off out the door.

"Well, this is new. Usually, when I've hurt myself, the nurse doesn't run out and get somebody else to do her job for her." Jane chuckled, and exchanged a quick glance at Maura, looking away as soon as it seemed to happen. She could feel her cheeks warming up; so could Maura.

"The nurse did apologize, and she had a valid excuse. I don't think she would have of done that if I weren't here with you, though." Maura smiled at Jane, and then moved off of the bed to kneel in front of Jane. "Lift your ankle onto my thighs." Maura began to administer the bandage slowly, making sure it wasn't too tight, yet tight enough to serve a purpose.

Jane stared at Maura the whole time, admiring and taking in all of her features. She loved hazel eyes; better yet, she loved Maura's hazel eyes. Jane had felt the softness of Maura's skin when she was helped out of the gym, and she longed to touch it again; she wanted to run her hands up her arms, all over her body and… No Rizzoli, bad Rizzoli. You should stop falling for straight girls, seriously. It's only ever made your life shit; plus, she's so out of your league.

"Uh… Maura?"

"Yes, Jane?" Maura put her handiwork on pause, and looked up.

"Thankyou… for fixing up my ankle and fixing my nose and stuff."

"You are very welcome, Jane." Maura flashed a bright smile to Jane, receiving an equally bright one in return. She then proceeded to return to bandaging up Jane.

Maura eventually finished bandaging up Jane's ankle, running her hand up Jane's shin and back down to the end of her toes with a feather light touch. My gosh, her skin is so smooth. How I'd love to feel it more… Stop Maura, stop whilst you are ahead. Jane gasped at the touch, and Maura was too caught up in her own thoughts to notice; luckily for Jane. "Well, I suppose you'll need crutches. Also, that bag of ice the nurse gave you should be pressed against your nose, not sitting on the bed. I'll go look in this cupboard here for crutches."

"But it's so cold! Ugh are you sure I'll need crutches, I'm sure I'll be fine without them. Truly, I will." Jane complained, Maura thought it was adorable. But she knew that Jane would really need crutches, her ankle was sprained pretty badly. Maura smirked at Jane, and stood to walk to the cupboard. Opening the doors, she found a pair of crutches right inside the door; she thought she ought to leave a note for the nurse, so she wouldn't be wondering where her pair of crutches had disappeared to later.

"Here, take these whilst I write a note for the nurse, explaining to her about the extent of your injuries and that you needed to borrow her set of crutches for the day." Maura explained, passing the sticks to Jane, who was looking slightly bewildered. Maura walked over to the desk, writing on the sticky-note pad. The room was silent for a moment.

"Y'know, you like to say a lot of words for just one simple thing." Jane spoke up breaking the silence that had struck up between them. Maura had just finished writing her note and turned to Jane.

"I know. I often find myself inebriated by the exuberance of my own verbosity." Maura smiled widely at Jane, knowing she'd confused her, given the look on her face.

"Yeah, ok then… So what do I do with this ice-pack now?"