AN: Double chapter uploaded today! Just in case you went straight to this one.


Jane barely had a couple of weeks to get to know her new team and get used to their style. The opening game of the season was just minutes away, and Jane was nervously tapping her fingers on her knee. She had been one of the first who had entered the locker room, and the sight of the jerseys hanging on the wall, all ready to go, had made her smile. It was both scary and exhilarating at the same time having her first game in Boston. Her friends and family were there to see her play, and she knew that Danielle and Frost would remember everything they could use to tease her later. Her biggest fear was to fall on the ice, or get her stick stuck in the door to the bench or the penalty box. But she didn't blame them at all, she knew she would do the same if it were her.

"Ready to go, Rizzoli?"

Heather gave Jane a nudge in the arm, and Jane looked up. "Yeah, I'm ready." She stood up and looked around the room. Most of the girls were already on their feet and looking at her. She knew they were waiting for her to lead the way, it was tradition. Send the new girl out first. Jane was even certain that she would be skating a couple of rounds all alone before they joined her. It had been the same in Denver, and it was something you just had to expect as the newcomer. So Jane took a deep breath and did what was expected from her. She led them down the tunnel to the ice and stopped, waiting for the speaker to announce them.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen, here are your Daredevils!"

Lights were flashing and people clapping as Jane jumped on the ice and skated towards the goal. It didn't take long before she heard laughter from the crowd, and she knew she was alone. And the speaker confirmed it for her.

"Let me rephrase that; here's one of your Daredevils!"

Jane smiled behind her mask, glad she had prepared for this to happen.

"And it's your newest Devil, born and raised here in Boston, no 29: Jaaaaane Rizzoli!"

She approached the logo in the middle of the ice and turned towards the benches. All the coaches and staff had smug smiles on their faces. Jane laughed, but decided to play along. She lifted her stick in the air, and for some reason, she patted the logo on her jersey with her fist. The crowd loved it, and she was even sure she could hear Danielle's shrieking voice in between. She was just done with her second round when Louisa entered the ice and tapped her on the back with the stick, followed by the rest of the team.

"Well played, Rizzoli" Heather laughed as she skated past Jane.

Jane looked up towards the rows behind the benches, knowing her family would be there somewhere. And almost up at the top, she spotted her mother and Danielle jumping and waving to her next to her brothers and Frost. All of them were dressed in black and red jerseys, and Jane just knew they all had her name and number on the back. She knew they had Denver jerseys in their closets too, but seeing them in Boston colors made her proud.


Loss In Season Opener

It has been a long summer for any hockey fan, but tonight marked the beginning of the new season for the girls. After adding a couple of new players during the offseason, the Devils have certainly strengthened their team. Especially on the offense with Jane Rizzoli. Her debut on the second line tonight was however not of the successful kind. The Devils lost 1-3 against Oklahoma, Boston's goal scored by Heather Thompson on the power play midways in the second period. Coach Aaron Landers saw a few things that need to be out of the way before the next game.

"We definitely wanted to start the season with a win, especially since it was on home ice, but Oklahoma was better than us tonight. They seemed to be better prepared while we were slow and looked like we were still hanging on to the summer. Rizzoli has just had two weeks to get to know the team and our play, and it showed. With a little bit more time I know she will be comfortable with our style and play."

The Devils have four days to recover before San Diego comes to town, and they need to be better prepared if they wish to get a win.


The worst part about changing teams was the moving. Jane hated it. She hated packing, unpacking, physically moving everything and then find somewhere to store her stuff while looking for a new place. Of course moving back to Boston was easier, she could live at home while she looked for her own place, she didn't have to rent a place to store her stuff, and she already knew the city. As soon as she had signed her contract, she went out looking for places. It took a while to decide if she just wanted to rent or be grown up and buy a place this time. After she decided to buy, everything fell into place. In between practices and games, Jane found a place, made an offer which was accepted and suddenly she was on her way to accept the keys to her new place.

Her mother and Danielle were coming with her and as soon as they were alone in the empty apartment, her mother started decorating in her mind. Jane shared a look with Danielle. She knew they had a very different picture in mind than Angela.

"Oh, I saw a really nice dining table the other day, we should go and see if they still have it. It would fit perfectly by the window" Angela rambled on and pointed as she was talking.

Jane leaned closer to Danielle so her mother wouldn't hear her. "Air hockey table" she whispered and Danielle chuckled.

"And you need a new couch, Jane, we could look at that as well" Angela said as she turned around.

"I have a couch, Ma. I don't need a new one."

Angela tilted her head and placed her hands on her hips. "That old piece of garbage you have had since you were 15? That one is not seeing the outside of your old room!"

"That's not garbage!" Jane objected. "It's a good couch, and it's mine."

"It has more stains than a table surrounded by babies trying to eat blueberries!"

Danielle didn't even try to hold back her laughter. She had witnessed these 'arguments' between Jane and her mother several times before, and it was always funny.

"I'm not buying a new couch, Ma, forget it." Jane shook her head and imitated her mother's pose. Sometimes it was obvious where Jane had gotten her stubbornness from.

"Fine. But you are at least getting a new bed!" Angela marched off to the bedroom.

Jane laughed as she and Danielle followed. "Yeah, I am buying a new bed, Ma. No argument here."

Angela turned around and smiled. "Good. At least we agree on something. And a dresser would fit perfectly here by the door."

"Can't we just go shopping and get it over with?" Jane groaned.

Danielle nudged her friend in the arm. "We have to measure stuff first, Jane. It would be kinda stupid to buy a dresser that was too wide and blocked your door, huh?"

"She's right" Angela chimed in.

Jane glared at Danielle behind Angela's back. "What the hell? I brought you for moral support so why are you trying to get in my mother's will!?"

"Oh, she's already in the will, Jane. Now come help me measure" Angela said and was searching her purse for the measuring tape.

Danielle smirked back at Jane.

Jane shook her head and went over to her mother. "Fine, let's get this over with."


On the outside, Danielle seemed like a good girl who had it all. She was engaged at 22, of course with her high school sweetheart, she was from a loving family with two older brothers and was currently studying to become a physical therapist at Boston University. After her own injury it was a logical choice. She had suffered a career ending knee injury early in high school and was forced to give up hockey.

Of course Jane knew Danielle also had a wild side and even an evil side whenever the two of them were hanging out. It was a side of her friend that Jane loved, mainly because that's how they had connected in the beginning. Sarcasm, straight to the point and not taking shit from anyone, especially from Jane, were what made Danielle such a good friend. Before Jane had been drafted by Denver four years ago, they had always spent at least one night a week just watching old Bruins games, or goofing around online, eating snacks and basically do nothing. It was the one thing she had missed the most while in Denver, and the first thing they agreed to bring back when Jane signed her contract with Boston.

"So… how's the dimple lady?"

Jane slowly turned around and gave Danielle a scowling look. "I should never have told you about it…" she sighed.

Danielle sat down on the old wooden bed in Jane's old room and crossed her legs underneath her. "If you wanted pure support and genuinely good advice, then no. But you did anyway, and I thank you for that." She had an evil grin on her face. Ever since Jane had told her about the awkward medical test, Danielle made sure to bring it up once in a while, just to annoy Jane.

"Sure… no problem, pleasure was all mine…" Jane mumbled and opened her closet. A five days road trip was coming up that she needed to pack for.

"Yeah, you wish. So is she going on this trip too?"

"Of course. She's the team's doctor."

"Right…" Danielle smiled and watched as Jane basically threw clothes at her bag, obviously hoping it would do the folding and packing for her. "Hey Jane… what are the odds of you getting hurt in the next game?"

Jane sighed and turned around to Danielle. "Really?"

Danielle laughed and managed to get some sort of a smile from Jane. "Come on! Don't tell me you don't have a thing for Doctor Dimple!"

Jane started laughing and shook her head. "Doctor Dimple? Thanks Dani, now I'm probably gonna be giggling whenever I see her! Moron…" She picked up the clothes she had been throwing and put them properly in her bag. "And no, I don't have a… thing for her…"

"Liar, liar, pants on fire. You're a terrible liar, Rizzoli."

Jane gave up the packing and smiled at her friend. "Fine. I think she's fucking hot. And I wouldn't mind going through some more tests with her…"

"That's more like it!" Danielle beamed. "So, what's your next move? Accidentally fall on the ice, maybe you'll trip over your own feet and split your lip?"

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but there won't be a next move. I'm not gonna get myself in trouble again."

It was impossible to miss the slight change of tone in Jane's voice, at least for Danielle. "You think she's trouble?"

"No, not like that" Jane sighed and sat down. "But I'm not gonna do anything. I just got out of a huge mess, I need to stay away from drama for a while. And making a move on someone involved with the team screams for drama."

"Good point" Danielle nodded. "But I still expect a recap of anything that happens on this road trip."

"You don't think I know you? I know you'll beat it out of me if you have to."

Danielle patted Jane's knee and smiled. "I'm glad we're on the same page."


It was in the middle of the third period when it happened. The Devils were on the penalty kill, and it was Jane's line out on the ice. She had been given the chance because of her skating and speed; she was without a doubt the player with the best chance at a breakaway. It was the only thing on her mind during the short time she was on the ice, break up the play, go one-on-one with the goalie, score a shorthanded and be the hero. At least for a few minutes. It was all she was asking for.

And then she got the chance.

Except she didn't get her stick on the puck, she blocked a shot instead, going down on one knee with one hand on the stick, the other down on the ice trying to block as much as possible. And the shot hit her in the glove. She didn't have time to react to the loose puck in front of her. There wasn't much protection where the puck hit, and she felt it. It hurt like hell, and she honestly believed she had broken something in her hand. She got up on her feet again and saw the puck over on their left side. She carefully grabbed the stick with her left hand again, but she winced from the pain and released it like it was burning.

"Jane, you okay?" Heather shouted behind her.

Jane shook her head while keeping an eye on the play. After some battling along the board, they managed to get the puck out of their zone and could change. Jane was quick to get to the bench and she saw Maura and the coach both waiting for her. They had obviously seen the block and Jane cursed under her breath and sank down on the bench. She dropped her stick and the right glove before Maura was on her left side.

"Let me see" she ordered and proceeded to remove the glove.

Jane let her, and gritted her teeth as her hand was revealed. "Is it broken?" she asked before Maura could even look at her hand.

Maura didn't reply and carefully checked the palm. "Can you move your fingers?"

Jane tried and was glad to see her fingers move, despite the pain. "Can't be broken, right?"

"Doesn't seem like it." Maura continued to gently press at her hand and noticed every time Jane flinched. "We need to ice it, come on." Maura stood up and expected Jane to do the same.

"Can't I play the last ten? If it's not broken? Then you can fix me up after the game?" Jane argued, not wanting to miss the last part of the game.

Maura sighed and folded her arms across her chest. "Of course." She looked down at the gloves on the floor and back up to Jane. "If you can put on your gloves, both hands on the stick and still shoot without making a face, or sound for that matter, then you can play."

Jane saw the dare in the doctor's eyes and took a moment to think. She moved a little on her hand and tried to close it, but a pained groan slipped her lips. "Crap…" She stood up and plowed her way past Maura and marched down the tunnel towards the dressing room. She sat down on the bench and waited those extra seconds it took Maura to grab her gear and catch up with her.

"This sucks!" Jane ripped off her helmet and dropped it on the floor.

Maura kneeled in front of Jane and found an ice pack from her bag.

"If only the puck had hit my leg… or skate, then I would have had a chance for a breakaway. Stupid ass gloves!" Jane sighed and leaned her head against the wall.

Maura looked at her while she placed the ice pack in Jane's hand. She gently wrapped a towel around and took Jane's right hand and placed it on top. "You will get your chance" she said and moved to the bench. "And you blocked a shot that could have turned into a goal."

Jane scoffed and stared at the wall on the other side of the room. She could hear the sounds of the game and it made her itch to get back out.

"It's your third game, Jane. You have plenty of time ahead of you" Maura tried to comfort her.

"You don't get it, doc. You don't get how a stupid injury like this frustrates me." Jane turned to the doctor. "I know what I'm good at, and I know what my job is. I have always scored a lot of goals, even as a kid. I was always selfish with the puck because I wanted to score just one more goal. And it may look stupid to you, but three games without a goal, without a point, is kinda critical to me. I need that first goal to get me going. I need it to show everyone that I can score. It's why I'm here! You can't win a hockey game without scoring goals. And everyone knows that Boston is the team with fewest goals scored. So, no, I don't have plenty of time ahead of me."

"You're right" Maura replied and stood up. "I don't get it" she smiled. "I don't get hockey like you do. So I tend to say the wrong things if I try to get involved." She picked up her bag from the floor and looked down at Jane's hands. "Leave that on for twenty minutes. And come see me back at the hotel. We need to ice it again tonight."

She turned around and walked away from Jane who sat there with her mouth open. "Maura, I didn't mean it like that" she tried to apologize.

Maura stopped and looked at Jane. "It's okay, Rizzoli. I'm used to it." She smiled before she exited the room.

Jane stared at the empty doorway after Maura had left. The last four words rang in her head and she suddenly felt sad for the doctor. She was used to what? Not getting things? Being misunderstood? Saying the wrong things? A loud roar interrupted her thoughts and she sighed. They were losing the game.


The defeated looks on the team's faces didn't get any better as they saw Jane with an ice pack on her hand. One by one they asked how serious it was before they copied her slouched position on the bench. The coach came in, got an update on Jane and said a few words to all of them. He knew nothing helped at that moment. It didn't matter if he said they played well and it was a tough loss. And it certainly wasn't the time to analyze the play. So he kept it short and left the room. They all sulked for a few minutes before they hit the showers. The room was quiet, and Jane looked at Heather on her right side who still hadn't removed her jersey or skates. She always seemed to feel worse than the others after a loss. Jane removed the towel and ice pack from her hand. It had started to swell despite the ice and she could see a bruise taking shape in her palm. Even though it was two days away, she knew the next game would be a painful one.


Danielle
How bad is it? I saw you never returned after that block.

Jane
Nothing serious. Just really bruised. I should be good to go in the next game.

Danielle
So no fracture? Good… But damn, I was so waiting for a breakaway right there.

Jane
I know… Me too. Any news on my furniture?

Danielle
We're picking up the bed tomorrow. I have somehow managed to convince your mother to let me find you sheets and towels and that stuff. I still don't know how I did it…

Jane
Thanks! That's comforting! I really don't want to sleep covered in flowers… What about the most important piece?

Danielle
The fridge? It's already in place and currently cooling down some Blue Moons and Sam's.

Jane
I seriously don't know how I survived Denver without you. Thank you.

Danielle
As long as you remember me when you're rich and famous I'm not complaining.
Okay I gotta go. Dinner. Just wanted to check in. Remember the recap!

Jane
Lol! Yeah… sure. Enjoy dinner. I have another date with the ice pack anyway…