A couple of spritzes of cologne were the final touches for Jane on date night. She was wearing her favorite pair of jeans and a new flannel shirt with the sleeves scrunched because she had read online that girls liked scrunched sleeves. Hopefully Maura is one of those girls. The weather wasn't particularly cold that night, but Jane planned on taking her letterman jacket with her just in case Maura needed it. If she says she's cold, I'll drape it over her shoulders and hold her even closer to me.

It was all going to go according to plan or so she thought until her brothers reminded her of a prior commitment she had made with them. "What about the graveyard?" thirteen-year-old Tommy asked her. "We're not letting you ditch us for some girl."

"She's not just some girl," Jane argued. "She's almost my girlfriend and I don't want to cancel. Ma, tell them it's rude to cancel at the last minute."

"It's rude to cancel at the last minute," Angela said. "It's also rude to make plans with Maura when you've already promised your brothers that you'd take them to the graveyard. Why don't the four of you go?"

"No!" the three Rizzoli kids said in unison.

"I'm not going with Jane and Maura," fifteen-year-old Frankie protested. "They seem innocent here, but you don't see them at school."

"Yeah," Tommy cut in. "She's going to have her tongue down Maura's throat the whole time. It's disgusting, Ma. I don't want to see Jane makeout."

"Then don't go," Jane snapped at him.

She was hoping her mother would realize the importance of her date with Maura, but instead she was given a lecture and forced to promise that she wouldn't make out with Maura in front of her brothers. So I can't makeout with Maura and I have to spend date night with my brothers? Really?

Every October, the same open field about an hour away from where Jane and her brothers lived became a hotspot for Halloween enthusiasts. As soon as the sun went down, hundreds of people braved themselves to enter the maze known as the graveyard. The theme of the maze had drastically changed since the original graveyard that existed when their parents were teenagers and, now that her brother Tommy was thirteen, he was set on the three of them checking out the place for themselves.

"I hear there's killer clowns this year," Tommy said as they pulled into the makeshift parking lot. "And more blood."

"You have no basis of comparison," Frankie pointed out.

"Killer clowns aren't even scary," Jane said to Tommy.

"Right," Tommy responded. "You're just trying to act tough because Maura is here."

"I don't want to go inside," Maura said, nervously.

"You'll be okay," Jane promised. "It's just some lame maze. I'll protect you. You can hold my hand the entire time and I'll give you all the kisses you want when it's over."

"I want an infinite amount," Maura smiled.

"And I wanna barf," Tommy added.

Maura's hesitation to enter the maze grew when she heard the amount of screaming from inside. The maze was dark and the possibility of running into a dead end while being chased only added to her fears. Just as she had promised, Jane held onto Maura's hand while they walked through the maze. I'll win her over even more with my bravado. If anyone approaches Maura, I"ll hold her close.

"If you get really scared you can always scream out 'I want my mommy!' and they'll leave you alone," Tommy reminded them. There's no way in hell I'm doing that.

Maura shrieked when one of the actors popped out at her, but her fear was nothing that a kiss from Jane couldn't fix. "See? It's not so bad," Jane told her. When she felt how cold Maura's arms were, she draped her jacket over Maura's shoulders just as she had originally planned.

With each turn, Maura's fears lessened and Jane noticed her start to enjoy the maze. Maura commented on the costumes and the makeup and she even asked Frankie to take a picture of her in a cage. "Jane, get in the cage with me," she said as she held the door open. "We'll take a picture and it'll be a reminder of our first Halloweentime together."

Our first Halloweentime? That means she wants more―she wants to be my girlfriend. "I'll get in th―" she started to say until her eyes became fixated on one of the killer clowns that Tommy had mentioned earlier. Just keep your cool.

"Jane?" Maura asked. "Jane, are you getting in with me?"

She took her eyes off the clown to notice Maura give her a pleading look. "Yeah," she said, prepared to enter the cage with Maura when she heard the sound of a chain saw right next to her. Jane hoped to play it cool, but the noise startled her so much that she couldn't help but jump back. At least I didn't scream. And she didn't until the killer clown she saw earlier jumped out at her from the darkness. Her screams attracted more of the actors and before she knew it, she was surrounded. She looked toward Frankie, Tommy, and Maura for help but Maura remained in the cage and Frankie and Tommy were too busy laughing.

There were people with hideous masks and fake weapons surrounding her and, when she was finally able to break free, the chase began. She turned corner after corner with people popping out at her along the way and a killer clown chasing her until she hit a dead end. Her brothers and Maura were nowhere to be found and she saw nothing beyond the clown that had begun to slowly approach her now that she was cornered.

"I want my mommy!" Jane shouted out and the clown took a step back.

"You know the rules," he told her.

"Not exactly," Jane narrowed her eyes at him.

"You called for your mommy and now you have to hold the sign."

Assuming she'd be brave for Maura, Jane neglected to pay attention to the rules of the maze. Those who called out for their mommy were forced to hold a sign that said "I chickened out," while a staff member took a photo of them.

Her brothers and Maura met her at the circus-style tent where all of the photos were taken and souvenirs were sold and, although she was glad to see Maura, she was in no mood to deal with whatever her brothers might say.

"Jane, I'm sorry," Maura apologized.

"Maura loved the maze," Tommy told her. "Here you thought you were going to protect her."

"Don't worry about it, kid," the manager of the graveyard said as he took Jane's picture. "We always find the cocky one in the group and target them."

"Thanks," Jane faked a smile at him.

"Let's get t-shirts!" Maura suggested, but all Jane wanted was to get out of there.

Jane watched in total humiliation as the manager posted her picture on the large bulletin board labeled The Wall of Shame. As of that moment there were only fifteen photos on there and Jane hoped more would soon be added because, the more that were added, the less noticeable her photo would be.

"They're not just on this wall," Frankie laughed. "Jane, this goes on their Facebook fan page and their Twitter and Instagram accounts. Your Wall of Shame photo is going to be all over social media."

Her friends were going to tease her endlessly at school on Monday but the only opinion that mattered to her was the opinion of the cute girl in her letterman jacket. "I still think you're brave," Maura said as she stood on her tiptoes to get a kiss from Jane. "And I'm ready for the infinite amount of kisses you promised me."