Authors Note: Ok, so I am a new writer... Bear with me for a bit while I get the hang of this thing. Hopefully I'm not too horrible.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of this, nor do I profit out of writing this. The rights and ownership belongs to those who have allowed us to glimpse these characters.

Summers were not the most particular favorite of Jane's, with the hot and heavy air that always seemed to bring the most vicious of murders out of the woodwork or the fact that her emotions were always just a hairs trigger from releasing the depth of her soul. It wasn't just the raw dedication and passion that she lived her life with that could often bee seen in her work, there also was the constant the torment of showing everyone who she really was. A large part of that was finally confessing to the one person that absolutely completed her reason for still living that she, Jane Rizzoli was in love. But who was she kidding, she knew as well as she knew how to shoot her gun that she would not allow her emotions and desires to add any more judgment and danger to the love of her life. It was never easy to keep her heart at bay in favor of the mind, however today just wanted to keep pressing her damn buttons and push her even further into just saying, "Fuck it! Today couldn't get any worse." And to think that it all started with some punk on a motorcycle who thought it was funny to hit the coffee cup tray that the Chief Medical Examiner of Massachusetts was carrying so that it would splash all over her as he was driving past.

The heat and humidity from the summer sun just seemed to tap into everyone's inner cave man and make even the most civilized Bostonians manic. It took one second for Jane to see red first thing in the morning, so far the only bright spot was that it was sheer luck on her part that she was outside the coffee shop waiting for Maura to bring their daily cups of coffee and tea respectively chatting it up about the Harleys that two of Boston's SpecOps Unit were using on patrol, to see the whole scene unfold. Some idiot on a Ninja thought that it would be funny to hit the tray carrying her precious breakfast that Maura was carrying, not only did said asswhole achieve his goal but he knocked Maura over. NO ONE KNOCKS MAURA OVER AND GETS AWAY WITH IT.

As soon as he swerved to recover from the hit he looked back at the carnage of the downed female only to see a raging Jane jump on a Harley and start to take off to catch up with him. He didn't know whether the growl form the motorcycle or Jane herself was louder. It didn't matter to Jane either that Maura was shouting that she was ok and that she should be careful and wear a helmet.

As she swerved into oncoming traffic yet again to avoid the grandma who was either too slow to realize there was a police chase going on around her or she was too deaf. It didn't matter to Jane which was true, she just wanted to have the old bat move out of the way. Successfully avoiding the grandma, she thought about how she wished she just had a monster truck to just trample all the cars around her. A small voice in the back of her head told her that she needed to end this sooner rather than later or the motorcyclist that she was chasing would end up dead before she could have her way with him seeing that he did not seem as though he was an experienced rider with the way that he was driving. With that in mind she gunned the Harley to open it up all the way, so that she could get up to the back end of the Ninjas wheel, "Maybe I can intimidate this guy enough to pull over," she thought. No such luck, the idiot seemed intent on keeping the chase up, even to the point of giving her the bird on the next turn on the street.

"Ok, dipshit if that's the way you want to play it then FINE!" she yelled as loud as possible into the rushing wind. Doing something only Jane would do, that would certainly have its repercussions later, she took an opening in the oncoming traffic to get side by side to the aggressor and pulled her gun out and just pointed it at him. Getting a pretty clear picture of what this berserk lady on a patrol Harley would do the Ninja rider pulled over. Not taking any chances for a foot race Jane skidded to a stop and dropped the bike so that she could bring her full weight into bring the rider down to the ground.

"STOP! You are under arrest!" Just catching the rider as he dismounted, Jane launched into a full out linebacker tackle over the Ninja. Not minding that the noise of the siren and the chase itself was bring a crowd to watch the movie scene unfold, Jane tried to pin the young male so that she could get some cuffs on him. Not taking the hint that he had lost this battle he swung on the Detective a trying to get enough space to get away.

Jane for her part wasn't stupid to think that this guy wouldn't put up a fight, its just that you cant always walk away from a fight without taking a few to get the win. To her annoyance he got in a couple as they were wrestling on the ground to her head and torso. Thinking that the few hits, especially the one to the now bleeding nose, would be enough to keep a woman out of a fight he tried to push her off and get the heck out of there before the sounds of the additional sirens that could be heard in the distance approached. Jane was having none of it and was tired of this weasel, having exposed his back in the chance he thought that he could run away, she got up and tackled him again and this time had him pinned face down on the ground and threw some cuffs on him.

As the cruisers approached they could see the crowd that had gathered and stood around the Detective and the rider she was hauling up and reading his rights. Stepping out of the car the police rushed to push the crowd back and assist the notorious Detective in getting the reckless driver into custody. Stepping up to take the troublemaker Officer Wright was practically laughing outright at Rizzoli. "Detective Rizzoli, on the bike I can see. By the looks of it, its going to need more than a touch up with that bent bar. Whose did you steal this time? They are goanna be pissed!"

Handing off the rider, Jane responded while trying to calm the rush of adrenalin that was still working its way through her system. "What's it to you Wright? It's not like its yours."

"True, but last bike you took out cost the department 7K on the bike alone, not talking everything else."

Putting her hand over her heart, Jane pretended to be touched by statement. "Didn't realize you kept track of little old me."

Walking away Wright shouted over his shoulder, "I don't. The department sent out a memo last week to not let you take our vehicles and attached last months damage report. Your name was at the top of the list."

Retorting back with style and crass that only a Rizzoli can muster, she shouted back to Wright, "Your just jealous of all the action I get, you can't keep up!"

Getting into the cruiser Wright called out, "Rizzoli if that was the case, I would have won the department pool already!" Throwing her a white towel, Wright continued, "And here you might want to put this on your nose before the Doc sees you like that."

"Crap, that bad?" A simple nod was all she got in a return. "Hey, what did…" Before Jane could even muster the rest of her question about the pool, her phone rang letting her know that her intrigue into whatever the officer was talking about would have to wait for later as there was a murder scene that apparently that needed to be attended to.

Leaving the scene for the officers to deal with Jane tucked the rag in her belt, so that she could have it to wipe her nose as she went on the crime scene. Picking up her Ray Bans that were knocked off during the fight, Jane waved at the officers that she was out of there and sauntered over to the bike. Picking it up and noticing that it indeed did have a few scratches and a slightly bent handle bar, she only hoped that the department would see it that way as she couldn't afford another damages check taken out for excessive recklessness.

Starting the Harley back up, revving the engine up for the dying crowd for show, Jane took off, with the hope that Maura wouldn't kill her for taking off to chase the idiot that she was sure that had rebroken her nose or for not letting her know that she was ok. Considering the texts and voicemails from Maura already, that was highly unlikely.