AN: We hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Here is the 2nd. Just in case you were wondering Sam is writing Elizabeth's POV and I (Kirstie) am writing Gabriella's POV.

Chapter 2: Gabriella

We were having a family dinner that night. Oh, fun. The only good thing about that was that Maura and Elizabeth were coming along. If it was up to me, I wouldn't be bothered with this dinner. All my parents talk about anyway is cases and I have no interest in that. Well, I guess I can't say that I'm not interested because I want to follow in the footsteps of my mother, Jane Rizzoli. I just didn't tell her yet. A lot of people describe me as the twin of my mom and I kind of don't see that. Yeah, I do take after her instead of Dad but all looks aside, our personalities are different. I am tough like her and I am that no bull crap type too but I have a more sensitive side then she does, not that I like to show it. What made this worse was that Mom forced me to where a dress. It's not that I hate wearing them; I don't mind, but I don't see what's so great about them. I see how Maura wears dresses all the time and I don't think I could ever do that. My dad told me that Jane used to be the same way as me just a few years before I was born. I wonder what changed that.

I was reading Lauren Kate's new book when I heard my mom call my name. "Gabriella! Lizzie's here!" I closed the book and ran downstairs. I waved and said hello to our guests. Lizzie couldn't stop smirking at me. I told her earlier that there was no way my mom would get me into a dress. I guess I was wrong. I glared at her but then I gave her a huge bear hug. We stood around talking about school when our mother's called us to the table. The baseball game was almost finished but they didn't get to see the end and that made me laugh. One thing about me that is totally different from my mom is that I laugh at almost anything and that gets me into trouble a lot. While I sat at the table, I glanced back and forth from Maura to my mother. I would think some of Maura's style has rubbed off on her. They're even wearing the same shoe brand; Chanel. Seeming that I know famous shoe brand names, it must be rubbing off on me too.

Soon, they started to talk about a case and that meant that Maura and her giant vocabulary that I don't think any one of us understands was coming around the corner, though at times, I'm curious and end up looking up what she goes on about. When they weren't looking, I slipped one of my ear buds into my ear and played some music. Lizzie noticed and winked at me. There are some things I can stand but I draw the line at some point. Maybe when or if I become a detective, I'll listen to them more but until then, I don't want to be a part of it. I was starting to fall into the heavenly abyss which was my music when it was ripped out of my ear.

My mother held the ear bud in her hand and glared at me. "Ow." I said and rubbed my ear. "Can you be just a little bit less aggressive next time?"

"I told you not to listen to music at the dinner table. This is a time for us to share what happened during the day." my mother said and gave it back to me as I put my iPod away.

"Well, I'm sorry. I don't want to hear you guys ranting about cases." I told them truthfully. "I'm sure Lizzie agrees." I looked over to her and she stayed quiet. "Fine then."

"You know this is what we do, Gabby." My dad told me in a calmer voice. They always used that nickname and I couldn't stand it.

"I know that. Do you think I'm stupid?" I said in an angry tone.

"Where are you getting that attitude from, Gabriella?" my mom asked me.

"Oh, I think you know." I said under my breath and I think she heard me.

"Okay. That's it. If you're going to be disrespectful, go to your room." My mother said forcefully as I stood up and pushed in my chair. I saw Maura shaking her head out of the corner of my eye. I ran upstairs, closed my door and fell onto the bed.

"God…I didn't do anything." I said to myself as I covered my face with my arms.

I heard the door open and I expected it to be my mother ready to lecture me or Lizzie walking in to laugh at me.

"Go away." I said immediately.

"Are you crying?" I heard Maura ask. When I realized, I sat up and looked at her.

"No. I'm not crying. I'm just mad." I said honestly.

"Why?" Maura asked me as she sat down next to me.

"I don't think my mother gets it." I said while playing with my hands.

"Why do you say that?" Maura asked.

"Well, she yells at me in front of you guys and embarrasses me. That's one of them." I explained. "I just…don't want to hear about cases and autopsy reports…no offense."

"I understand…but we love our jobs and I know that you know that. And she's only yelling at you because she wants you to learn a lesson." Maura explained.

"Yeah, whatever." I said as I put up my hair and when I looked at Maura she was smiling widely. "What?"

"You remind me of her…your mother." Maura said with a wink.

"Oh really?" I said and laughed. "What about her? And don't say anything about looks because I already know that." I pointed to my curly black hair.

"Well, you do look a lot like her but you guys have the same attitude. You're both courageous, determined, beautiful, smart, funny-" Maura explained but I interrupted her.

"Yeah, yeah. Maybe." I told her while looking her in the eyes. "Maura…did I ever tell you I wanted to be a detective?"

She thought back for a second and replied, "No. No. I don't think you have."

"Oh. Well, I do. And when I hear you guys talking about how stressful it is and all the problems, I don't know if I want to do that anymore." I said with a frown. "I'm afraid to tell Mom because I doubt she would want her daughter doing that."

"Honey," Maura said while grabbing my hand. "If that is what you want to do, don't let any of that discourage you, okay?" I nodded. "I think she would let you do it. Any mother would be scared, of course. Ask your grandma. I can tell you for a fact she didn't want Jane going out there and doing that but in the end, she let her because she knew that's what your mother loved and I think she'll do the same for you."

"I hope you're right, Maura." I said with a smile.

"I am." Maura said with a wink. "Do you want to go back downstairs now? We have to leave soon."

"Yeah." I said as we headed back downstairs. My dad and Gabriel were cheering because they found out the Sox won and Lizzie was carrying dishes over to my mother at the sink. When she saw me, she mouthed "Ooh" to me and I mouthed "Oh, shut up" back to her. Lizzie went to stand by Maura when I walked over to my Mom. I could tell she was mad at me.

"Mom…" I said and she didn't say anything back. "I'm sorry." I went to walk away but she grabbed my shoulder lightly.

"It's okay." She said with a warm smile. "You better hang out with Lizzie because she's leaving in 10 minutes."

"Okay." I said as I ran over to Lizzie and plopped down next to her. Then Maura went over to the sink and was probably talking about me because they kept looking over at me.

"What was all that about?" Lizzie asked me and I laughed.

"Oh. It's a long story." I said with a smile.

"Come on. It can't take longer than 10 minutes." She said with a wink.

"Well…" I started to say and glanced at our mother's. "I'll tell you upstairs."

We both stood up and ran upstairs. We sat down on my bed and I started to tell my best friend what happened.