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Megan's POV

A knock on the door was heard, followed by the squeaky noise that the hinges make when the door opens. When the door was fully opened Trish appeared and entered the room "Hi, Megan" she said

"Hi," I just said, not even lifting my eyes from the book I was reading.

She stood in front of me "Tomorrow a couple will come to meet you" she said, seriousness showing in her voice.

I lifted my gaze from the book and raised an eyebrow. I was surprised that someone would like to meet me, after the complaining note on my file I thought I'd never have another interview. "I want you to behave yourself, they are very nice and I think it's your chance to have a family," she said very seriously. "Do you understand?"

I nodded my head "Ok" I simply said and Trish left the room after that. I sighed and my mind started to think about this couple. Was inevitable to think why they would meet me, after a few fails and the bad image that the complaining gave me I thought nobody would want to meet me, not as something but as someone. When I met the first couple I felt like I was a maid, more of a toy than a person and even though I tried to let it slip, it did hurt me, it made me feel like I was worthless and unlovable. This whole system makes you feel like you're a file number.

My mind ran through a thousand possible scenarios, each one worse than the previous one and I couldn't stop thinking the worst about these people. I was angry that this system made me think the worst in every person, made me think that I couldn't trust anybody, and made me think that I wasn't worth it. In these past months, I was resumed to bits of information; my life was based on what people wanted to see, in a lie that I needed people to believe to get out of there and try to bear until I was eighteen.

I sighed and put the book on the nightstand; I rubbed my forehead and buried my head on the pillow. A minute after Janet entered on the room and took the pillow away from my face. I looked at her hatefully and raised an eyebrow. "I heard you're having an interview," she said enthusiastically.

"Yup," I said, and took the pillow from her hand, placing it where it was before she took it, covering my face.

"I thought you would be less grumpy," she said, crossing her arms in front of her.

I took the pillow from my face and stuck my tongue out "Not grumpy, tired" I said and put the pillow back over my face

"You look grumpy to me," she said, matter-of-factly "I think you're nervous about your interview" she stated and took once again the pillow

"Either, I'm just tired and could you please not take my pillow again" I said, and took the pillow from her hand and put it back where it was.

"Yeah, sure. But you're nervous about the interview" she said, as if she knew for sure that I was nervous.

"Again, not nervous, not grumpy, just tired" I huffed.

"Wherever you say… night grumpy pants" she mocked me and turned the lights off.

"You're having fun, don't you?" I said sarcastically.

"You have no idea," she said and started to laugh.

"Shut up and sleep," I said

Janet chuckled a little "See, grumpy pants" she said, pointing at me

I threw the pillow at her "Shut up and sleep… and give me back my pillow" I said laughing.

She threw it back at me "Night" she said, and turned, facing the wall and getting comfortable.

I was indeed nervous about the meeting, it's been a while since my last one. You never know who's going to be behind the meeting room's door. The truth was that I was nervous because I couldn't really see myself living with people I barely knew, like everyone else my age here; when you're a kid you just want a mommy and a daddy that can give you hugs and some comfort, the innocence probably won't let you see further, but when you grow up that is tragically lost and you start to see that bad in people and start to be distrustful. It took me a while to fall asleep but eventually, I gave up to a restless sleep.

The next morning I woke up feeling more tired than the night before, my head was pounding. I went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face, trying to be fully awake. I looked up and saw my reflection in the mirror. These months had made me change so much, that I couldn't even recognize myself anymore. Of course, I was mouthy, irreverent, insolent sometimes and many other things, but being in here makes you be that type of teenager that parents always warned you about

Looking at the mirror 'Give it a shot, don't snap at them so fast' I thought to myself.

I dried my face and went to the table to eat breakfast and then to our daily tutoring with the governess. The day went awfully slow, but as soon as the clock showed 4 pm I started to feel nervous and unsure about the meeting. I spent the next hour biting my nails and silently looking nonstop at the wall beside my bed.

When the clock showed at 5:15 pm Trish came to the room "The couple is in the meeting room. Meg, this couple is very nice, please be kind" she said, patting my knee "C'mon, head downstairs" she finished, encouraging me.

I reluctantly got up from the bed and started my way down the stairs and into the meeting room. I stopped at the door, hesitating whether to enter or not to the room, I managed to take a shuttering breath to gather some strength and with that, I grabbed the doorknob and opened the door. I stood, furrowed brow not understanding the scene in front of me. Trish had talked to me about the couple I'd be meeting, but she forgot a little detail, they were both women.

Both women stood from their seats, one was a tall, thin brunette; the other one was a little bit shorter, blonde, both seemed nice, and both had wide smiles on their faces. The tall one stretched her hand to shake mine. They were smiling sweetly through the handshakes and presented themselves.

"My name is Maura Isles and this is my wife, Jane Rizzoli," she said placing her hand on Jane's arms, the brunette smiled warmly at me "Is a pleasure to meet you, Megan," the blonde woman said seaming genuine, she was formal and elegant. But even though she was pretty regal, she had a warm smile and soft, hazel eyes.

"Likewise" I answered, trying to avoid eye contact.

We all sat on the chairs and no one of us knew exactly how to initiate a conversation, normally the couples were the ones begging to talk, but they seemed nervous and expectant. The brunette woman looked dubious at the blonde, who nodded slightly in response.

The brunette was about to talk when Trish entered the room "Hello, ladies" he said, smiling widely.

Jane and Maura stood up from their seats and shook Trish's hand "Hello, Trish" the brunette simply said. They sat once again and Trish did the same, and she sat by my side.

"So, how's everything going?" she asked excitedly

There was silence for a few seconds before Maura started to speak "We were about to initiate" she said politely, with that usual elegance in her voice.

"Oh!. Ok, Mmm…why don't you tell something about yourselves" she said, trying to figure out the easiest way to start the conversation and ease the tension that could be felt on the room.

Jane looked at Maura and then she looked at me "Well, I'm a homicide detective and Maura is the Chief Medical Examiner of the commonwealth, we both work at BPD…" She stopped for a second, trying to read my expression. I was expressionless, I discovered, throughout the month I've been on the system that the tougher you are, the less you'll get hurt. The brunette looked at the blonde by her side, who with a look encouraged her to continue. "…Hmmm. We have two kids…" With the last statement, I furrowed my brows slightly and accommodated on the chair, strengthening my back. They must have noticed it because she paused and both looked at each other "…We have Lucas, he's eight years old and Leigh Anne, Lily for short, she's five" she finished. Silence filled the room for a few seconds; tension filled the air, and it could be sensed by everyone in the room.

Trish looked at me "C'mon, Meg, talk a bit about you to Jane and Maura" he said, trying to encourage/obligate me to talk with a strange smile on her lips and her hand resting on my upper back.

Both women in front of me looked at me, waiting for me to begin to speak with smiles on their faces and a warm look in their eyes that made me feel comfortable enough to talk "Hummm… we'll I'm 15, I've been in the system for six months now cuz' my family died on a plane crash…" I started to look at my surroundings, not knowing what else to say.

"Go on, Meg, don't be so shy, you're good at a lot of things" she tried to reassure me.

I looked at her and rolled my eyes. I looked forward "Ehmmm…I used to play Piano and Guitar, and a few sports too" I said, and the couple smiled a little more. Trish's phone buzzed and she excused herself, leaving the room.

"That's very nice, Megan. You know, Jane used to play piano too" she said, smirking at the brunette by her side.

The brunette nodded "Yeah, it's been a while since I've played" she finished. The blonde laughed and I chuckled at the interaction between them, so natural and loving.

"You said you used to play, since when you haven't played?" The blonde asked me.

"Since I came here I haven't played at all," I said, a hint of sadness showing in my voice. "But it's ok, I wasn't at my best either" I tried to hide that sadness, displacing my statement with indifference.

Both smiled sadly. "Hey, you said, you played sports. What is your favourite, kid?" The detective asked quite excitedly.

"Ummm, it's hard to name just one but I like soccer, basketball, Volleyball, well, I like most of them" I said, showing a little smile that I didn't even notice until Maura remarked it.

"You have a pretty smile" she simply said, smiling herself.

I chuckled slightly "Yeah, that's what three years with braces do, but thanks" My last sentence made them laugh.

"Ok, honesty, like it," Jane said and continued, "You said baseball, so, what's your team?" she asked eagerly

I could see where she was going, so I smirked "Yankees" I simply said, with half a malicious smile on my face.

The cop placed her hand on her chest "Ok, where leaving" she said, and stood from her seat.

The blonde looked at her horrified "Jane" she said. I was just trying not to laugh.

"I'm joking Maur," she said "I'm joking, kid" She looked at me

"I figured" I laughed "And I was joking too, I'm a Sox fan" I could see how the brunette's face lit up.

The laughs ceased "We haven't said it, but we are really, really sorry about what happened to your family" the blonde said sad-eyed.

"Thanks," I whispered, pausing to swallow thickly at the mention of my family and continued "But, that's in the past... I've moved on" once again hiding my emotions behind indifference.

They didn't look convinced by my statement but decided not to continue with that conversation. "We-we don't mean to pry but, how is it to live here?" the brunette asked, rubbing her hands nervously.

I sighed, it wasn't a question I wanted to answer but I felt comfortable enough to do it "It's… hard" I just said, not finding better words to describe it at the moment. Both women furrowed their brows and looked at me questioning.

"It is a repetitive and monotonous life, the same every day," I said, my expression dropping and turning cold.

Their expressions turned sad and they just looked at me for a few seconds "I…I'm sorry, I know it must be hard" Jane said a little ashamed.

"Bearable... you just get used to it and you just flow with it" I simply said,

"It shouldn't be like that," the blonde said.

"You're right, It shouldn't" I said a little too harshly than what I intended to sound. "Sorry, I…" the blonde interrupted me "Don't be, honey" she said, waving my statement away. I smiled at her.

"Well, we've been asking a lot, but you haven't asked any questions, you must have something to ask, kid," the brunette said.

I looked at them for a few seconds, gathering enough strength and looking for the best words to ask "Wh-why do you want to foster?" I finally said shyly, my voice shaky and low "You…you have kids already" I finished.

Both women smiled and looked at each other and intertwined their fingers "Well, the thing is that last year we passed through…. a horrible event and since then we've been dealing with the aftermath of it… after a lot of talk we decided that this was something we wanted and something that will bring a lot of joy to us and the little person we'll one day meet" the brunette said heartfeltly. The woman by her side had her eyes filled with tears she was holding back while she placed her free hand on her stomach; that gave a hint of what had happened to them. I wanted to ask about that 'horrible event' but I couldn't bring that up after how painful it seemed for her to bring it up.

"But, why me?" I asked, puzzled as to why they wanted me, a not-special teenager, having already 2 kids.

The blonde inhaled deeply "We never intended to foster a teenager, but felt intrigued about that file of yours" she said.

I looked even more puzzled than before "My file probably is the worst" I mumbled loudly enough for them to hear me.

"That's why we wanted to meet you, we don't believe in files. There's a lot more of a person the a few lines… by the way, we noticed the complaining note, we asked about it but it doesn't seem to fit with you at all" the brunette said. I cracked a little smile at the last statement.

I stayed silent for a minute or so "I was mouthy and impolite to the other couple. I just snapped at them... it was wrong of me" I just said, not giving further details about what had happened in my previous meeting.

They smiled and looked at me lovingly before they stood up and so I did after them "Well, it's getting late, but we want to ask a last question, can we?" the blond asked.

"Sure" I just shrugged.

"We have it pretty clear but, you're a young woman and we want your opinion. Your true opinion. Ok?" Maura exclaimed and waited fro me to acknowledge her request. I just nodded.

"Do you want to come to live with us?" she finally asked.

I remained shut, since I came here nobody had given me a choice of what I wanted or gave it the least importance to my opinion.

They sensed my nerves "You don't have to answer now, take all the time you need, we'll let Trish know now and she'll call us with your answer, ok?" The brunette reassured me with a warm smile.

Once again I just nodded, not able to make any proper sentence to come out of my mouth.

"So, we'll see you soon, honey," Maura said, and she approached me, giving me a kiss on the cheek. I flinched at first but I didn't pull away; she must have noticed it, though

Jane said her goodbyes and rubbed my forearm. "See you, Meg" she smiled and they stepped out of the room. I stood there for a few seconds not knowing what to think or do.

Maura's POV

We left the group home after updating Trish about our meeting and what we told Megan. Walking towards our car Jane looked at me "That went well" she commented.

"Yes, it went pretty well" I answered with a smile plastered on my face. "I think she's a pretty mature young lady"

"Yes, she is. Although I think she's still a kid, she wants to be strong but deep down she's just a 15-year-old wanting nothing more than someone by her side saying that everything will be ok." Jane said a hint of sadness showing in her voice.

I nodded and got into the car "Fortunately we've made a good impression on her and she'll have that soon" Maura said hopefully.

Jane smiled widely at me before she started the car "I think we did, and I think she did a better one on us because I really want her to say she'll be coming home with us"

"I do want that too" I sighed.

"My gut is saying she will" She winked at me, rubbing my hand and started the car towards our home.

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