Well I'm trying this whole 'fic writing' thing by myself again. So hopefully I've improved enough since my beginning and all will be enjoyable.

This is an idea I've had for a while and after watching a certain movie, the inspiration has come back.
This is a story of Rizzles AU. Jane is an up and coming bull rider. She's the first female ever run with the men. Maura is a nurse. The two women live in different states but fate will throw them together.

Disclaimer:: I do not own anything Rizzoli and Isles related. I just use them for your reading pleasure.

"Maura! Will you just c'mon!? I promise this will be fun."

Misha, Maura Isles' good friend and coworker, dragged her through the rickety stands of the small outside arena by the hand. The honey-blonde inwardly groaned, slowly slipping out of Misha's grasp as she was led to a 'good seat'.

"Do you have ANY idea how dangerous this is?!" Her voice was raised over the crowd stomping on the metal stands.

"Sweetheart, live a little. We're not on the job."

Finally some refuge, an empty seat to rest from fighting their way to it.

"I know but I would feel some responsibility in helping if one of these riders are injured. I'm a nurse after all. You can't tell me you wouldn…"

"Well duh!" The light skinned woman grinned and wrapped her arm around her friend's shoulders. "Just try to enjoy something outside your box. We're only in Texas for two weeks."

"Okay." Maura caved but Misha wasn't buying it. "Okay!" She reassured the raised brow of the other nurse. "I'll do my best to enjoy my time here. It's not every day we're sent to a conference in Texas, after all."

"Thata girl!"

These rides were hard to watch. Maura truly didn't understand why anyone would want to risk their lives to ride a bull for as long as they could. 8 seconds. 8 small seconds that, she could only imagine, felt like a lifetime for the rider. But why?

Her stiletto heel drew lines in the dirt below the souls of her shoes, her eyes following the patterns. Misha said that these were the best seats in the stands. They were seated right beside where the rider and bull were let out of the shoot to battle.

Maura would find out soon enough how good the were.

She knew when she came here that there would be harsh words and looks thrown her way. She could handle it. She was tougher than anyone thought.

Jane Rizzoli was a badass. In her mind she was THE Badass.

Her dark brown eyes showed pride and courage. She showed nothing else to anyone. Her life was that of hard times and many tribulations.

She stood in line behind six men. Five others behind her. But she would be the one to stand out. Jane was the underdog and she was damn well determined to make a difference in her life, in her brothers' lives, and in someone's life.

One name grabbed a hold of the nurse's attention. Jane Rizzoli. Her eyes shot up and looked to the shoot. Maura watched the back of a lean frame and black cowboy hat lower down onto an aggravated bull.

She thought only men competed in this sport. Men SHOULD only compete… No, no one should be competing in this sport! Her thoughts were interrupted by her coworker.

"A woman? Holy shit." Misha was practically biting her nails in anticipation.

It seemed the whole crowd grew quiet as the tension built up to the release of the beast and its rider.

A single head nod was all it took to do just that. In a flash the gate opened and the silver bull sprang out of the shoot like his ass was on fire.

He bucked, Jane leaned back.

He reared, she leaned forward.

He spun, Rizzoli held on.

One hand holding on tight, one hand up in the air, two legs squeezing tightly. All that was in this moment for Jane was hanging on and proving herself to be worthy, like her mother always told her she was.

This was her following her life-long dream.

This was her making her mother proud.

The buzzer sounded 8 seconds after the war began. The rider didn't realize it until three seconds later and she let go and lept off the beast into the thick sand. With a grin, she waltzed over and picked up her hat, dusted it off and held it up in the air with victory as the crowd cheered. However, the bull had other plans and charged with revenge.

Jane sprinted, in her leather chaps and boots, and made it to safety up on the rails and out of harm's way. Right in front of Maura Isles.

Maura looked to the sweaty Italian woman and then down to the black hat that landed at her feet.

"Hey!" The honey-blonde called out after the rider dismounted the rails and started walking away. "You forgot something!"

Rizzoli turned around only a few feet away. She had a certain swag about herself, stepping toward the fence she looked Maura up and down once, modestly, and smirked. She flashed a single dimple and spoke, "You keep it."

It was totally short but I hope to hear some responses and thoughts that you have. What ideas do you have about this story? Reviews are golden horseshoes!

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