Author's Note: Hi, guys! So this is my first Rizzoli & Isles fic (in case any of you didn't know that). I love this show and the characters and the books and what Sasha and Angie and the writers and producers did to make the show as great as it is.

So this is a high school, slightly AU fic. It doesn't have a specific year or anything, but it's definitely going to be set closer to today than it would be if it was canon following the show (therefore putting these characters in high school in the 90s I think).

Please let me know what you think and if I should keep writing and adding to this fic. Updates will probably be sporadic (if you've ever read anything by me before, it's probably gonna be a lot like that. I update when the muse hits me and sometimes it may disappear for a while). Well, that's enough of my ramblings. Please review and let me know what you think! Thanks!

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"Jane Clementine Rizzoli, if I have to call you one more time, I'm taking away your car keys for a week!" Angela yelled at her daughter through her bedroom door.

Jane knew it was an empty threat, but she got out of bed anyway. She paid for her car and anything having to do with it. Plus, it was her only way to get to school and she would be driving Frankie now, as well. "I'm up, Ma! Quit hollering!" she shouted back at her mother through the piece of wood that separated them. She heard her mother huff, but then heard the woman's footsteps retreating down the hall.

Jane got dressed the way she always did: grabbing whatever was on top. She emerged from her room a few minutes later wearing jeans, a light green tee shirt under a dark blue hoodie, and black skater shoes. Her hair was in its usual mess, cascading down her back. Her black backpack was slung over her left shoulder, lighter now than it would be again until June, when summer finally graced Boston with its presence.

She walked into the small kitchen after dropping her bag near the front door and put two slices of cinnamon bread into the toaster. Jane wasn't a big believer in breakfast, but Angela would never let her leave without eating something. After she and Frankie finished eating, they said goodbye to their mother and younger brother, Tommy, grabbed their bags, and headed out to Jane's small blue car that was parked on the street in front of their house.

"Are we stopping at Nick's today? I brought money," Frankie asked as they pulled away from the house. Nick's was the little corner store that Jane stopped in every now and again to pick up some candy before school. Jane was skinny as a rail, but she always had starbursts on her. She liked them because, while you couldn't have food in class at Saint Mary's, almost all of the students chewed gum and starbursts could be played off as gum, so Jane got away with eating them. Nick's sold big bags for only two dollars that could last Jane a week if she was careful.

"Yeah, I'm almost out. But we gotta make it fast, I don't wanna park behind the football field," Jane said as they stopped at a red light.

The two Rizzolis stopped at Nick's long enough for Jane to get a bag of starbursts and Frankie to get a pack of gum and a candy bar. Jane popped a colored square in her mouth as she waited for Frankie to pay and then they drove to school. Saint Mary's was only about four miles from their house, but it took them over ten minutes to get there. It was Frankie's first day of high school, but it was the halfway marker for Jane, who was entering her junior year.

They scored a decent spot, but didn't immediately get out of the car. They still had time anyway. "You nervous?" Jane asked, turning to look at her brother.

"Nah. It's just high school," Frankie said. "And Shane said he'd actually be coming to school, instead of homeschooling this year. Their dad agreed not to make them tour again until school lets out." Frankie looked hopeful. He hadn't seen his best friend in months because of his band's most recent tour.

"That's great, Frankie," Jane said, offering up a rare smile. Even though she'd had to get up for school today, it hadn't been a terrible morning: she'd gotten her starburst supply for the week, she was currently with her favorite family member, and her father hadn't been home this morning.

Her parents hadn't exactly been supportive when she'd come out to them. Her mother had just ignored it and ignored that fact about Jane, never talking about it or bringing it up. But her father, he'd always been a bit rough with his children to being with, he'd seen Jane being gay as a problem he could fix. He never hurt her too badly or where people could see, but Angela let it happen. She loved her daughter, but she was also trying to protect herself. Frank Senior had a temper that nobody wanted to be on the wrong side of. Jane tried to avoid him at all costs, but every now and then, he'd get his hands on her and she always wished she'd kept her mouth shut.

She was out only to her immediate family and a select few friends. Of her family, only Frankie truly accepted her. Their little brother, Tommy, was too much like their father, but he tried to accept her, too. She'd never had a girlfriend, but Tommy would tease her sometimes. Their mother would defend him, her baby, her youngest child, saying he was too young to understand. Jane just shrugged it off, like she did everything else. If she acted like she didn't care, maybe one day she wouldn't. Caring was too hard. It hurt too much.

A minute later, Jane and Frankie decided to get out of the car. They grabbed their backpacks from the backseat and started walking towards the school. A few people they passed on their way into the building and then once in the building nodded their heads towards or said hello to Jane, but the most anybody got in return was a slight nod of her head. They parted ways on the second floor and Jane told Frankie, "Good luck," before heading to her assigned locker on the third floor.

Her best friend, Barry Frost, was already waiting for her when she turned the corner. "Hey, Jane," he said when she got close enough, but he didn't move from his position of leaning up against the locker next to Jane's. Normally, Frost, like anybody else, would extend a hand to clap someone on the shoulder or just to wave, but Jane didn't like being touched and she didn't like hands flying around, even if she knew that the person that hand belonged to was not her father and was not going to hit her. Frost knew this, and he knew the reason why, and he did everything he could to help Jane. He knew that Jane trusted him, otherwise he wouldn't know anything about her personal life. Jane was a very private person and not many people were allowed inside her inner circle.

"Hey, Frost," Jane said, opening up her locker. She'd brought some binders from her house and didn't want to carry them around all day for no reason. While she was in her backpack, she grabbed two starbursts. She extended her hand out to Frost who took the orange one, leaving the pink for Jane because he knew it was her favorite flavor. "Ready for junior year?" she asked, closing her locker and opening the small square.

"Hell yes. Ready for junior year to be over. Sadly, it hasn't even started yet." He grimaced and Jane laughed. Frost and Frankie were some of the only people who were able to get Jane to smile or laugh on a regular basis.

"Seriously, I am so ready for high school to be over," Jane agreed, leaning back against the row of lockers next to Frost. They stayed there for a bit, watching students trickling in. the freshman were easy to spot, looking scared and lost. A couple of them were brave enough to approach the pair and ask for directions. Remembering their own experiences on their first day two years previously, Jane and Frost helped out the scared newbies.

The homeroom bell rang, signaling that students should get where they needed to be in the next three minutes or they would be marked as being tardy. Jane and Frost finally moved from their spot to walk down the hall. Their homerooms were opposite each other at the end of the hall where their lockers were located. Jane was in Mrs. Evans homeroom and Frost had Mr. Kelly. Both were science teachers, though neither had had Jane or Frost in any of their classes.

Jane walked into the familiar room. At Saint Mary's, you had the same homeroom all four years, so Jane knew everybody in there.

No. Wait. There was a new face, one she'd never seen before. It was a girl with dark blonde hair, wearing a dress Jane was sure cost more than she made in a month working at the bowling alley near her house. She looked nervous and out of place. And she was sitting in the corner of the room where Jane always sat during homeroom.

Not wanting to find a new seat and give up her corner, Jane walked over to the new girl. "Hey," she said, sitting down in the desk next to her. "Are you new here?" Of course she already knew the answer.

"Yes, I am. My name's Maura. Maura Isles. What's your name?" the girl said, immediately stretching her right hand over towards Jane.

Jane flinched involuntarily before answering. "I'm Jane," she introduced, ignoring the other girl's outstretched hand.

Maura retracted her hand a few moments later, realizing Jane wasn't going to shake it. She frowned a little, but let it go. She didn't really know how to interact with public school kids. "It's very nice to meet you, Jane," she said. The classroom was slowly filling, but there was no sign of Mrs. Evans.

"You, too. So where did you transfer from?" Jane asked, again eyeing Maura's outfit. It wasn't what most Saint Mary's students wore, or what they could afford.

"Until this year, I attended a boarding school in France," Maura told her.

"You must have hated it, to put an ocean between you and it," Jane said, almost smiling.

"I loved the school, but I moved back to Boston to be closer to my parents," Maura replied, not breaking out in hives because it was the truth, just not the whole truth. She'd moved back to Boston because, even after three years there, she didn't have any friends there. She had been miserable.

Jane was about to say something else when their homeroom teacher finally showed up. The woman quickly took attendance before handing out the student's schedules. Jane hastily looked hers over. She had one teacher on there who she'd had before, Mr. Diaz, for algebra 2. As she looked over her sheet, she noticed a new name, Ms. Monroe, for English. She must be new as well.

Jane turned to Maura, who was also examining her own schedule. "Let me see," Jane said, holding out her hand.

Maura slid the piece of paper across the desk to Jane, who didn't flinch this time when Maura's arm got closer than she normally allowed people to get. "Not bad," she said, looking down the list. "AP Biology? You must be wicked smart. Mr. Nelson's pretty cool. Oh, hey, we have English together."

Maura smiled and opened her mouth to say something, but the bell rang for them to go to their first class. "So, I'll see you in English, then?" Maura asked as Jane handed Maura back her schedule as the class got up to leave.

"Yeah, see you later. Hey, do you want me to point you in the right direction for your first class?" Jane questioned. She was talking more than she usually did to someone she didn't know, but that didn't even register with her. Maura was easy to talk to.

After Jane told Maura which way she needed to go, the two parted. Maura walked down the hall away from Jane smiling. Not even half an hour into her first day of public school and she'd already made a friend. Maybe.

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A/N: So, what did y'all think (yes, I'm from Boston but I say y'all. You can deal with it). Please review and let me know if I should continue this or just bury myself under a rock, never to write anything again. Thanks for reading (if you made it this far).

Also, all spelling/grammar/just general mistakes are all mine because this is un-beta-ed. So, sorry. I'm trying to make this as clean (grammar-wise) as possible, but I'm only one person who can only do so much. Okay. Bye.