A/N: Now that the introductions are over, it's time for some Rizzles moments. :)

With just ten minutes before Mark and his friend Jane were due to arrive, a feeling of nervousness was starting to creep up on Maura. They were going to get into a car with people they didn't know—people who had goodness knows what intentions with them. She had wanted an exciting college experience and she had wanted the occasional adventure, but Maura started to worry that this wasn't going to be a good idea. During orientation, all of the female students attended a safety seminar in which they were given tips like never leave your drink unattended and statistics on date rape. What she and Markie were about to do went against everything that seminar had taught them, but Markie didn't seem the slightest bit nervous, which only made Maura wonder if she was overreacting.

"Open your hand," Markie ordered.

Maura did as she was told and Markie placed two flavored condoms in the palm of Maura's hand. "Flavored condoms? Why would I need these?"

Markie winked at her. "One's for you and one's for Jane." She had hoped that would be all the explanation she needed to give her, but the confused look on Maura's face told her otherwise. "I know neither of you has a penis and you don't have to worry about getting pregnant, but there's so many STDs out there and I want you to be safe. These things can be turned into a dental dam and they're flavored so it won't be disgusting."

Maura's eyes grew wide. Sex was something she hadn't even contemplated while getting ready for her blind date, but Markie had already thought of everything for her. "Markie, I appreciate the gesture, but I'm not going to have sex with her. I don't even know this girl."

"Maura," Markie said as she held her hand. "I want you to take them just in case and keep them in your purse. What if you and Jane get caught up in the moment? I don't want you to have sex without any type of protection. It's too risky to just go down on a girl without using anything. If you were in a monogamous relationship, it'd be different, but you can't be too careful when it comes to hook ups. I use these all the time when I go down on guys, so I know they're effective."

"Okay," Maura sighed. Once Markie let go of her hand, she placed the condoms securely in her purse. She had no intentions of having sex with Jane, but she was grateful that Markie was looking out for her. Never before had someone cared about her so deeply or been so kind to her. After Markie handed her a pair of scissors and gave her a quick lesson on how to turn a condom into a dental dam, the girls left their dorm room in search of Mark.

He was waiting near their building with Jane, but before Maura could even look in his direction, Markie was pulling her over to them. "I see him! He looks so hot tonight! Maura, hurry!"

Markie was smiling and confident when they approached Mark and Jane, but Maura felt her cheeks start to blush. The tall brunette in ripped jeans and a white tank top was her date and Maura was in awe of how effortlessly sexy she looked. There was no need for her to wear dark lipstick or thigh highs and a baby doll dress like she and Markie were wearing. There was just something different about this girl. Maura wasn't sure how, but she had managed to be both masculine and feminine and pull off those characteristics better than any guy or girl Maura had ever met. Before they had spoken a single word to each other, Maura quickly reached into her purse to be certain the condoms and the miniature scissors from Markie's sewing kit were in there. She may not have wanted them while she was in her room, but now she was grateful that Markie had thought ahead.

"Since Mark is an asshole and not introducing us, I guess it's up to me," Jane said to them. "I'm Jane." The moment she heard her speak, Maura felt as if she was getting weak in the knees.

"I'm Markie," Markie said casually. "Anyone ever tell you that you look like a grungy Sandra Bullock?"

"All the time," Jane responded. "But I think it's cool." When she smiled wide enough to show her dimples, Maura knew she was a goner. Don't stare at her, Maura. Don't stare at her.

Markie noticed Maura's nervousness and decided to step in. "Where are my manners? This is my friend and roommate Maura, but I call her my froommate or froom for short," Markie informed Jane. That endearing little introduction made Jane smile, which only increased Maura's nervousness.

"Yeah, we're frooms," Maura added, not quite realizing what she was saying.

"Are you okay?" Jane asked.

Maura tried to think of something clever or cool to say, but absolutely nothing came to her. "I'm fine," Maura squeaked.

"She drunk?" Mark asked Markie.

"Not at all," Markie insisted. "She stayed up all night writing a paper and she's a little out of it. Lack of sleep, you know?"

"Yeah, all nighters are the worst," Jane agreed. "It takes a long time to recover from them, but Maura, it's cool that you decided to hang out with us even though you're tired."

Jane thinks I'm cool? Act cool, Maura. Act cool. "I really like your hair," Maura told her.

"Yeah, me too," Markie added. "It's like totally out of control."

Their compliments were filling Jane's head and she couldn't stop herself from smiling. She was used to compliments from people, but never had she received a compliment from someone like Maura. Maura's compliment about her hair replayed in Jane's mind. It wasn't just the compliment itself that made Jane smile, it was the way Maura said it. Her words came out awkwardly, but Jane could tell she was sincere. For once, I'm glad I listened to Mark. She's so cute, but why is she nervous? Jane, she's your date; it's your duty to make her feel at ease.

"I like your outfit," Jane told her. She watched as a smile spread across Maura's face. You're heading in the right direction, Jane.

"It's Markie's," Maura responded shyly.

"It's mine, but it looks great on her, even better than it looks on me," Markie said as she put her arm around Maura. "This isn't how she usually dresses, but that just shows how amazing she looks in everything."

"I'm sure she always looks beautiful," Jane told her. She may have been talking to Markie, but her eyes never left Maura. There was something so beautiful and delicate about her and, although she had just met her, Jane wondered what it would be like to kiss Maura on the cheek, on her lips, on her neck, on—

"Hey, Rizzoli, you have a tent in your pants," Mark announced in front of Markie and Maura. Markie had caught on to the joke, but Jane was grateful Maura didn't understand what Mark was referring to.

"Mark, really?" Jane asked angrily. Had Maura not been there, she would have slugged him, but instead she kept her cool.

"Mark?" Maura asked.

"What's up?"

"What are you referring to when you say Jane has a tent in her pants?"

Oh, no. Mark, no. Don't you—

"She has a girl boner," Mark informed Maura. "She's sexually excited, happy in the pants, and all of that stuff."

That's it. I'm kicking his ass. When this date is over, I'm pulling him out of the car and I'm going to kick his ass.

"Jane, I have some condoms in my purse," Maura said nonchalantly. "Markie taught me how to convert them into dental dams."

"Whoa!" Mark laughed. "Maura, you are awesome! You cut right to the chase."

"What did I say?" Maura asked. Jane thought she would be put off by such a comment, but with Maura it was different. She had a feeling Maura was nervous about this date, so she decided to take it easy on her.

"Excuse us," Jane said as she led Maura away from their friends. Without thinking, Jane grabbed Maura's hand. Had she thought about it, she probably wouldn't have had the nerve. Maura's hands were soft and the exact opposite of Jane's. She wanted to hold onto her hand for the rest of the night, but Jane knew it was best to wait.

"I'm sorry," Maura told her once they were alone.

"It's cool," Jane insisted. "I think we're both nervous and just talking without thinking. Is this your first date?"

"Yes," Maura responded. "Is this yours?"

"Yeah," Jane told her. "And it doesn't help that we hadn't met each other until right now."

"It was a pleasant surprise," Maura told her. "You're very beautiful, Jane, and incredibly sweet."

Jane started blushing. She wanted to hide her face, but Maura had reached out and grabbed her hands to prevent her from hiding. "Don't let that get out," Jane told her. "My reputation will be ruined."

"I'm not ready to have sex," Maura admitted. "I'm not sure why I even said that."

"Neither am I. Well, I'm not sure why you said that, but I'm also not ready for sex either. I don't even know what I'm saying," Jane told her. "Our friends suck. Well, Markie doesn't, but Mark just sucks. I swear I'm going to kick his ass tonight. He's making it awkward for us and he's going to for the rest of the night, so what about if we make a pact?"

"A pact?" Maura asked. "I've never made a pact before."

Jane couldn't help but smile. "There's a first time for everything. If Mark embarrasses us in any way, we have to promise not to take it to heart and we won't let it effect how we feel—I mean—what we think about each other."

"I promise."

"And you go on a real date with me tomorrow," Jane muttered.

"What did you say?" Maura asked. "I couldn't hear you."

"Nothing," Jane responded. "I'm just talking to myself." Talking to yourself? Smooth one, Jane. You're going to go to Stuevie's, try not to murder Mark, and then when you bring Maura back home you're going to ask her on a real date.