Maura Isles had been hired as a prison guard well over five years ago. As well as being very strict, she was stunningly beautiful. Many of the convicts tried to get their way with her and she wouldn't have it. A baton and gun were her best friends. Her bright hazel eyes would peer deeply at these women, and almost instantly they would be silenced. Her long, wavy, dirty blonde hair would fool all the new-comers because Maura Isles was no push over.

She had the longest shift out of all the guards, being from 2PM to 12AM. But, this woman was never exhausted. Maura was always on alert, and always kept the women in check. It was a Thursday when Jane was brought in at 1PM. She laid confined in her cell and decided that she indeed needed to sleep. The cot had fresh sheets.

"How nice of the pig scum." She mumbled.

Truth was, she didn't care if the sheets were starch pressed or molded as white bread after a couple of months in the desert, all she wanted was to be alive. She closed her eyes and squinted through the pain. They were dry, red, and tired as hell. But none the less, her long toned arms propped under her head and she slowly began to doze off.

After what seemed like five minutes, she was awakened by the roars and cheers of her inmates. Jane immediately sat up, clinking her head on the bunk above her. Cussing and rubbing her scalp, she walked to the cell door to see what all the commotion was about. A woman with a tight dark gray pencil skirt, heels, and a light blue blouse was making her way down the hall. Her blonde waves bounced effortlessly with each step.

Jane chuckled, "Just what we need, a bimbo guard."

She kept her eyes on the woman regardless. One of the inmates shot out her arm through the bars and tapped Maura on the ass. Swiftly, the guard turned and grabbed the arm, pulling the other woman up to the bars. She grabbed the orange collar on the jumpsuit, smashing the woman's face against the white steel. Maura let go and continued her walk, or rather a strut. Jane was impressed but stood there with her arms folded. A smirk was bold on her face. It did not go un-noticed by the blonde woman. She called her assistant to give her a clip board. With it in hand, she stood in front of Jane's cell. Flipping through a couple papers, she made eye contact with the stern brunette. Hazel eyes found dark brown pools. Their eyes clashed with each other in a war of stereotypes. Jane thought Maura was nothing more than a stupid blonde, while Maura believed Jane was nothing more than a deceiving murderer.

"Jane Rizzoli." Maura said looking down at Jane's records.

"Wow, she can talk too." The mobster stepped closer to the bars.

"You are in here for the murder of two officers." The guard continued to scan the paper.

"Sure am." Jane's face was blank, frozen in a stare at the white and black sheet.

"You are part of Patty Doyle's mob?" The blonde's eye brows shot up.

"Gotta problem with that, bimbo?" She was becoming angry.

Patty Doyle was Jane's everything. He saved her life, and better yet, taught her what life was. You could trust no one but the ones who show their worth. Doyle, as hard as he may look, was a rather soft hearted man. He loved all his family and protected them with his life. It was when he was in danger that Jane took action in shooting the two other men. No one was to lay a hair on Patty's head. Not on her watch.

Maura glared at Jane. "It is a problem for you."

"It's a problem for you, Princess." Jane chuckled and walked back to her cot.

"Not so fast, Rizzoli. It is time for yard work." Maura unlocked her cell.

Jane wasn't going anywhere. Maura gave her to the count of three before she waltzed in there. Her pale hands latched onto the orange sleeves. Jane held her ground for as long as she could. Eventually she stood up, towering over the smaller woman. She was a gentle giant, and as much as she hated the force, she would work with them. Her father taught her respect. Maura was not surprised, she worked with many from Doyle's mob. Without missing a beat, she led the dark haired woman into the sun and out to the yard.

"Yard work, really?" Jane complained.

"Yes, you will be mowing all of this." Maura gestured to the wide grass field.

Their steps were in sync with each other, Jane made sure of it. If she was going to be in prison, she might as well make it fun. She looked down at the ground to mimic Maura's steps. It was hard for her since hers were usually wide and she stomped. The petite woman walked with careful, gentle precise steps. The blonde stopped and stood in front of Jane.

"Will you stop that?"

"Stop what?" The sarcasm filled her husky voice. She smiled. "I ain't doin' nothin', Princess."

"Yes you are, you are coping how I walk. It is very childish. Stop it."

She latched back onto Jane's arm and continued to walk. Eventually after many times of stopping due to Jane's little game, they reached the lawn mower. It was small, perfect for laborious torture. But, the brunette saw this as a challenge. Doyle had taught her to take labor as a challenge. She would see how fast she could get everything done. Maura's job was to watch her work. After getting the green flag to begin working, Jane started to run with the mower. She ran up and down the field. The heat started to hit Jane hard. She unzipped the top half of her jump suit, exposing her toned olive arms. Then she tied the sleeves around her waist. Sweat trickled down her chest. It was a sight Maura gawked over. Jane was beautiful. The brunette continued to work until all the grass had been neatly trimmed. She beamed over at the blonde guard who had been staring at her. Jane swaggered over to Maura.

"I, uh, It's all done, Princess." Jane stood with her hands on her hips.

Maura cleared her throat, "Yes. It is. It's time for dinner now."

She reached out to grab Jane's arm. Jane stepped to the side. She didn't want the woman touching her. She didn't like to be touched. No one except Frost, Korsak, and Doyle were allowed to touch her. The tall woman decided to walk side by side with the blonde. Maura was surprised that Jane wasn't like the other inmates. She kept her hands respectfully to herself. She could tell that this woman had more to her than she thought. The two walked into the large, dark cafeteria. Maura showed her around.

"Well, Rizzoli th-"

"Jane."

"Excuse me?"

"M'name is Jane."

"Right" Maura paused and pointed out to the line, "go eat." The blonde began to walk away.

"Hey" Jane caught onto a pale arm. Mistake. Maura whipped back and grabbed onto Jane's tank top. The taller woman was shoved up against a wall, her head smacking into it.

"Keep your hands off of me." Maura whispered closed to her face.

Jane didn't move, but leaned closer, inches away from Maura's lips.

"I was gonna ask if ya wanted to eat with me, Princess."

The guard was baffled, she stepped back quickly. "I..."

"I will take that as a yes, c'mon."

After a long wait, the two had their food and sat at a small table. They fell into a silent conversation. Their eyes occasionally found each other, softly speaking. Jane stabbed into what was supposedly chicken. It smelled like fish. She glared up at Maura. The woman made eye contact. Man were her eyes the most beautiful mixture of green and gold. Then, there it was. A flash of a brilliant white smile. Jane tilted her head and squinted her eyes slightly. It captured her. Maura laughed. She noticed the subtle blush creeping onto Jane's face.

"What?" The brunette looked down at the food, picking at at.

"You're blushing, it's-" She paused and looked at the woman in front of her. "It's cute."

"Well uh, thanks, Princess."

"Maura." she said firmly.

"More of what?"

"My name is Maura." Maura stood up, taking her tray with her.

"Maura..." Jane liked the way it rolled off her tongue.

Jane followed her lead. The buzzer rang and dinner was over. It was time for everyone to go back into their cells. Maura did not attempt to touch Jane this time, for she knew that the taller woman would follow along side her. She walked into the cell with the woman. She knew this was risky. Something inside her told her that this woman was harmless. She began to walk back out of the cell to lock the door.

"Hey Maura?" Jane croaked out from her cot. The woman stopped walking and turned around.

"Yes?" Her eyes were soft in the dim light.

"G'night, Princess." She mumbled before nuzzling the thin blanket and drifting off to sleep.

"Good night, Rizzoli."

Maura locked the cell and walked away, smacking several hands until she reached her night post.