I probably should have warned people that the stories point of view will be changing between Jane and Maura. I will make it clear at the start of each chapter who the story is speaking from. This Chapter is from Maura's view.

Lesson planning. Not the most exciting thing for anyone. But things quickly improved when I saw that Jane was doing baseball practice out on the field. I sat back in my seat and decided to go out and see what she was doing. As I walked around the field, I saw Jane stepping up to the plate to take her pitch. She swung her bat so fast it might as well have been lightening, but I had to quickly shock myself back into reality because the ball was coming directly at me. However, unlike most women, I choose to stay as I am, allow my brain to react to the stimulus, and have all the neurons from my brain to my muscle move my arms to the appropriate position to catch the ball.

"Dr Isles move!" Jane screamed from the home plate. I wasn't going to move. After I caught the ball the pitcher screamed, "You're out Rizzoli."

Jane walked over to her bag, picked it up and walked over to me.

"Dr Isles, why did you do that?"

"Well what else was I supposed to do?"

"It was a rhetorical question professor. "

"Oh please call me Maura. I hate it when people call me Professor, or Doctor. It makes me old."

I stared at Jane's beautiful long brown curly locks as they flowed with the wind. Her defined cheek bones and the way she walks. So proud and confident.

"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"

"Well I don't mind you asking and I am 28 years old."

"There is no way you are 28. You barely look 25!"

"Thank you for the compliment but people have always had a common misconception about the age of people when they are judging by the appearance of the person."

"What did you just say?"

"It can be hard to judge the age of a person depending on their appearance. But changing the subject, I saw you during practice. And from what I understand about baseball, you are an incredibly talented player."

"Well then you clearly don't know much about baseball then do ya. Ask anyone on the team and they would say I am the best player but I don't believe them even for a second."

"Well why wouldn't you. Their all clearly correct." I couldn't understand why Jane had such doubt in her abilities. She was so precise when striking the ball with her bat. And when she turned her hips to get a good swing behind the ball. I could have easily fainted. Oh God Maura what are you thinking, you hardly know the girl.

"I have never seen myself as a good player. I do it more for the fun of it. Something to keep me active in my free time. It's just I find it so damn annoying every time Mr Hoyt comes out just to watch me play. I can't stand that man."

"He does seem to make you uncomfortable." Jane looked at me in complete confusion as if she didn't know how I knew how she felt. "Our encounter this morning, the moment you heard his voice, all your muscles seized up, and you clenched your fists. I was slightly worried you were going to punch him."

"The thought had seriously crossed my mind."

I turned to look at her and could see she was completely serious.

"Well I have to get back to the classroom to finish marking papers." I was lying but I had to say something, I wasn't overly comfortable with the conversation. But of course I started getting hives all up and down my arms.

"You alright Maur? You got stuff happening on your arms."

"Yeah I'm fine and I will see you tomorrow in class. Good day Jane."

Few that was close. I hate lying to people. Especially people that will actually talk to me. But I wonder why she is so nervous around Mr Hoyt. I shall have to keep a close eye on her and just be sure she is alright.