A/N: All right. So here's the (not so long) awaited sequel to She's the Man - Or Not. This story will be updated every Friday, so you'll have something to hold you over the weekend. This will take place twenty years later. Jane is a Detective and Maura an M.E. If you haven't read She's the Man - Or Not, you should still do fine here. Just a short recap: Jane pretended to be a guy to get Maura's attention. The two started dating and everything was fine until Maura wanted to be more intimate with Jane. Jane was able to get out of it a few times, even going so far as to say she had a problem with getting an erection. Finally after her mother found out and Jane herself had enough of all the lies she decided to come clean. They had a huge fight that ended with Maura breaking things off and kicking Jane out of her life.

So, that's pretty much the gist. Anyway, without further ado, here is the sequel. I hope you guys will enjoy! Also, I won't be posting anymore author notes, unless it is to answer questions or to highlight a change!

Jane Rizzoli sighed – obviously irritated – as she threw down her pen. The day had been long, frustrating and unbelievably boring. She cursed herself for wishing for a slow day. She'd rather be out there chasing suspects and ending up too tired to carry herself up to the third floor of her apartment, than sitting at her desk annoying her partner Frost all day. Which is what she resorted to if paperwork become unbearable and she needed to find a way to relieve her stress. Frost wasn't too happy with it, but he had no chance to stop the various paperclips and paper balls being thrown his way.

The two had been nearly inseparable after graduating High School and joining the academy. Jane had been the one to make Detective first, Frost following a few years later. And now, nearly twenty years later, they found themselves partnered up again, both Homicide Detectives. Their team was completed by Sergeant Detective Vince Korsak. Jane's first partner when she made Homicide.

The Detective sighed once more, throwing her head back as she stared up at the ceiling. She wrung her hands together, her fingers touching the matching scars on her palms. She closed her eyes momentarily, images of that horrible night flashing through her mind. When she reopened them and sat back up, she saw Frost looking at her, one eyebrow raised inquisitively. She gave him a small smile, before turning her eyes back to the papers on her desk.

There was something else that made Frost and Jane work. The deep bond they shared. The trust that had been there from the day they met. They had been best friends in High School, both helping each other through the hard times. For Jane, there hadn't been that many. Maybe some bad grades, the danger of failing some classes and the divorce of her parents at the end of their senior year. But there had been one thing that stood out.

One thing that had her crying her heart out for days, skipping school for nearly a week and had her looking like a mere ghost of the person she used to be. Well, it wasn't really a thing as much as a someone. The name still came up now and then, her mind going back to that time. She still smiled when she thought of her. The way her hair used to shine when the sunlight would reach it. The way her smile could light up the whole room. And the way her eyes always had this sparkle in them. That was, until Jane decided to ruin everything and be the one to diminish that sparkle.

Maura Isles. Maura freaking Isles. Again a sigh passed Jane's lips and she ran her hands over her face. It seemed so perfect at the time. It was perfect. Until she ruined it.

"Jane?" The sound of her name made her mind stop visiting memory lane and she looked up at her partner/friend. "You okay?" Jane nodded.

"Yeah, just tired is all. Can't wait for this day to finally be over." Frost nodded in agreement, a smile now on his face. Jane always wondered how he could look ten years younger when he smiled.

"I know. Can't wait for the weekend to finally begin." Frost's eyes lit up as he said this and Jane chuckled behind her hands.

"Emily coming over?" Her question made Frost blush and Jane's smile grew wider. "It's getting pretty serious between the two of you isn't it?" When all she got was a shrug, she pressed on.

"So when am I going to meet her?" Jane's eyes held a certain mirth about them as she asked this.

"On our wedding day. If not later." The mumbled response caused Jane to laugh.

"Oh come on Frostie! I won't bite you know. Or steal her. But hey, if she ever tells you she wants to… experiment a little. You have my number." The Detective wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, earning a groan from the man in front of her.

But whatever he wanted to say was cut short when Cavanaugh's voice filled the room, shushing everyone. Jane looked up, her eyes still smiling. Cavanaugh stood in front of them, a woman next to him. Jane cocked her head slightly, eyeing the woman.

"Out of your league Rizzoli." Frost held his hand to the side of his mouth as he whispered this, being under the impression that their Lieutenant wouldn't hear him in the dead silent room. Jane merely raised an eyebrow and just like that, a dare was made.

"I'd like you all to meet our new medical examiner. I expect you all to treat her with the utmost respect, or you will have to answer to me." Silent murmurs filled the room and everyone nodded their heads. Jane smirked to herself. People were still scared of the small man. She had to admit, she was pretty intimidated herself when she first started working for him, but after one case she found out he was a softie. Or at least he was when it came to her.

"Thank you Lieutenant Cavanaugh." The woman spoke and Jane involuntarily sat up straighter. She got her undivided attention. Frost snickered, but Jane was too captivated by the angel standing a few feet away from her to notice.

"I'm looking forward to working with all of you. Please feel free to come down to my office if you need anything, my door is always open." Somewhere along those lines, the M.E.'s eyes had drifted off to where Jane was sitting and the Detective felt like she was the only one in the room. She could listen to that voice all day and her mind was already trying to come up with reasons to go down to the morgue. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she totally missed the woman say her name.

Frost however, wasn't drooling all over himself and he shot up in his seat, his complexion suddenly going pale. He watched as the honey blonde shook several officers' hands, before gravitating towards them. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Korsak stand up to greet her first and took this opportunity to get Jane's attention. If her reaction was anything to go on, she didn't hear the woman say her name. If she did, she would have probably sprung up from her chair and raced out of there as fast as she could.

But try as he may, he couldn't get her attention. Paperclips ended up in her hair, hands were being waved in vane and even whispering – albeit harshly – her name didn't get her eyes to even stray for a second. He swallowed thickly when he watched the woman come up to him, a polite smile on her face. He quickly stood up, glancing at Jane.

"It's nice to meet you Maura. I'm looking forward to working with you Maura." He watched as Maura's brows furrowed together, a confused look on her face. Korsak raised his own eyebrows, wondering what had gotten into him. Rolling his eyes, he decided that his cat videos were more important than what was going on with the rookie and turned back to his computer.

Frost smiled nervously, his eyes once more straying over to Jane. But even after talking louder than normal, saying Maura's name twice where it wasn't even necessary and stressing it too, the raven haired woman was still undeterred. Maura's complexion slowly relaxed, not thinking too much into it as she returned his pleasantries.

"It's nice to meet you too Detective…?" She trailed off, letting Frost fill in the blank.

"Oh, Frost. Barry Frost." He smiled. If he couldn't get Jane's attention, than maybe he could prolong the inevitable, all the while praying for a miracle.

"It's nice to meet you Detective Frost." And just like that their conversation ended and he watched with baited breath as she walked up to Jane.

Did she seriously not recognize her, or did she just plain ignore it? But he somehow knew that the M.E. really didn't know who the woman who she was walking towards was. After all, Jane had been rambling on and on about her and he pretty much knew everything about her. Or at least, everything about her when she was twenty years younger.

Jane all but shot from her seat, the famous Rizzoli grin already in place. Frost closed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them that all of this was just a sick dream and that he had fallen asleep at his desk. But his hopes were shattered when he opened them again and everything was still the same as before. It was too good to be true. He never fell asleep at his desk. He carefully sat down, his eyes trained on the two women in front of him.

"Detective Rizzoli, it's nice to finally meet you." Jane had already opened her mouth to say something, but closed it as Maura's voice greeted her first.

"Y-You know me?" She cursed herself for stuttering. Jane Rizzoli never stuttered… ever.

"Of course I do. You've been on the news a fair amount of times recently. I look forward to working with the best." Maura's smile was different from the others. This one looked genuine. Jane could only stare at the woman in front of her. She knew her. She knew her.

She seemed to snap herself out of her embarrassment just in time to save herself from coming over as a crazy person and quickly reached out to grab the hand that the woman still had lingering in between them. Clearing her throat, she tried her Rizzoli grin again and found a hidden ounce of confidence.

"Look no further. You've found the best and she's looking forward to working with you too. I wish I could've done some research on you as well, but I didn't exactly know you were coming." Maura smiled as she retracted her hand.

"That's quite all right. Although I have to say that I didn't do any research on you Detective. The news is all I've seen. You're very heroic." Jane almost blushed. Almost.

"I wouldn't call myself heroic, but thank you." The Detective rubbed the back of her neck, her grin seeming permanent. And apparently it effected the other woman too, because she still had her smile plastered on too.

It was then, that Jane remembered she had totally zoned out when the woman announced her name. "I'm really sorry, but I totally didn't catch your name." She watched as the honey blonde simply cocked her head to one side, her smile never leaving her face.

"Maura Isles." In a matter of seconds, Jane's smile slipped off her face, she turned awfully pale and she looked like a fish out of water. Her mouth opened and closed several times, before she let out something that sounded like a huff and a snort combined.

Letting herself fall into her chair, she felt the whole room spinning around her. She couldn't breathe, she felt nauseous, her whole body was covered with sweat and she had no idea how to stop this.

She vaguely heard Maura say something about a panic attack and felt her head being pressed down between her knees. She groaned softly, squeezing her eyes shut. This was not happening right now.

"Try to take deep breaths. In through your nose, out through your mouth." To emphasize what Maura meant, she demonstrated it to Jane. The M.E. was relieved when Jane mirrored her.

Several minutes passed as Jane tried to calm herself down. Frost had come to her with a paper bag, but she slapped it away, croaking out an 'I'm fine' in the process. Eventually, she lifted her head, only to look straight into the ones of Maura Isles. Maura freaking Isles.

She swallowed thickly, her mouth having suddenly gone dry. Was that just one of the symptoms or was it because of Maura? Jane didn't know. She was sure that Maura did, but she wasn't exactly in the mood to ask her right now. In fact, all she wanted to do was run away as fast as she could, go home, hide under her blankets and pray that this was all just a weird, sick dream and that she would wake up any moment.

But of course that didn't happen. All she could see were the worried eyes of Maura staring down at her.

"Are you feeling better?" All Jane could do was nod, her mind still reeling from what just happened. She definitely wasn't getting any sleep tonight. "Have you experienced anything like this before?" Jane opened her mouth to answer, but found that she couldn't find her voice. All that came out was a strangled cry and she quickly closed her mouth again, averting her eyes.

"Just try and relax. Concentrate on my voice and on your breathing." Jane did as she was told. Try as she may, she still found Maura's voice as beautiful and enchanting as twenty years ago. She managed to croak out a reply.

"Tell me something." Maura frowned. Tell her what? What exactly was she supposed to say in these situations? She felt her own heart rate increase and did the thing that relaxed her. Ramble.

"Did you know that researchers posit that malfunctions in the brain's system to protect against threats may result in an over-exaggeration of the threat, leading to increased anxiety and, in extreme cases, panic?" Jane raised her eyes slowly, a warmth spreading through her chest. After all these years this woman still had it. So as always, she relied on sarcasm to help her not deal with her emotions.

"So you're saying you're a threat and I'm over-exaggerating? Doesn't even sound that illogical. You don't really look like a threat to me. Gain a hundred pounds, get some tattoos, and grow a beard…" Jane shrugged. "Then you might come close." The M.E. chuckled softly.

"I'm glad I don't look like a threat to you. But if I may ask, what made you panic?"

This question. Jane thought to herself, her mind trying to come up with an appropriate answer. She was saved from finding one however, when Frost piped up from his desk.

"She's just not used to seeing a beautiful woman like yourself around here Doc. As you can see, there are only a handful of handsome officers here – including myself – and that's just not the thing detective Rizzoli here is looking for. If you know what I mean." He finished with a wink her way, catching the dazed look on Jane's face.

Maura blushed at his words, her eyes locking with Jane's for just a moment, before she quickly turned away. Clearing her throat, she aimed a smile Frost's way.

"Thank you detective Frost, but there is already someone who has captured my heart and attention. None the less, I am flattered." Frost kept his appearance up, while Jane couldn't believe that this day could get any worse. Maura turned to her, her concerned gaze returning.

"Detective, if you need any help getting into contact with someone who could help you control your anxiety, please do not hesitate to ask. As I've said, my door is always open. I don't officially start until Monday, but I will be in my office for the remainder of the week." Jane was able to manage a 'Thank you' and a slight smile, before she watched Maura walk out of the bull pen, a confident sway in her hips.

Only when she was sure the honey blonde was safely out of hearing range, did she turn to Frost. Her eyes were wide, her mind still going over what had just happened. Oh, she was definitely not sleeping tonight.

"What the fuck Frost? You couldn't have warned me?" She didn't raise her voice. Truthfully, she couldn't. Her mouth was still dry and she still thought the room was slightly spinning. Her partner shook his head.

"I tried Jane. I called your name, threw paperclips at you, waved at you, but all you could do was stare at Maura." Jane groaned, throwing her head down on her desk.

"Relax Jane. She doesn't know who you are." The Detective's head snapped up from the desk, her eyes piercing Frost's.

"You're right. She doesn't. How can she not? She said she saw me on the news." Frost merely shrugged.

"Maybe they never said your first name. You're known as detective Rizzoli around here. Not Jane." Jane knew he was right. She was always being called Rizzoli. So it wouldn't be a stretch to think the news hadn't mentioned her first name right?

She sighed, burying her hands in her hair. But even if she didn't know who she was, she was going to have to tell her. Lying bit her in the ass twenty years ago. She wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. Twisting her finger, she frowned as she pulled a paperclip out of her hair. Glancing at Frost, she saw the other man shrug, an 'I told you so' look in his eyes.

She had until Monday to come up with a way to tell her. After all, she wasn't officially working until then. But what if that was too long? What if going down right now and telling her was already waiting too long? She shut her eyes tightly, willing her brain to come up with an answer. But all she got was 'You never should have lied to her in the first place. Maybe then you would still be together'. Jane sighed, her head once again hitting the desk with a loud thump. Frost gave his partner a sympathetic look.