Disclaimer: I don't own Rizzoli and Isles.

Warning: Swearing and sex ahead

Each of the students were completely enraptured by the gorgeous honey blonde professor as she spoke with ease about the Fundamentals of Forensic Science. It could have been the tight fitting, high-waisted black skirt and low-cut olive green shirt combination, complete with 4 inch black 'do me' heels that had their attention, but there was a natural grace to the way that she explained the subject that had at least a few students listening.

At only 36 years old, Dr. Maura Isles was the latest addition to the Medical & Pathology Departments at Harvard University. Her extensive experience as a Medical Examiner over the last 6 years and other experience in Forensic Science over the past 12 years had led her to her current position.

Having just moved from New York where she worked as the full-time Medical Examiner for the New York Police Department, her new part-time role as a professor was a welcome change. Even though she felt she wasn't necessarily that great with people, she was passionate about her work and was excited to be passing on her insight and knowledge to the students that were currently hanging onto her every word.

"Forensic Scientists have two major duties: performing scientific analysis of evidence and offering expert…" The doctor turned abruptly to the front of the room as the door noisily opened.

A tall, young woman with unruly long curls in ripped jeans and a button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, entered the classroom, "Hey, sorry uh, I thought I'd just, uh, slip in. I didn't realise the class was so small."

Maura looked directly at the brunette and sternly spoke to her, "You're late."

"Yeah, I couldn't find the building…" The young woman muttered.

Maura cut her off, "It's the third class, so you're a week and ten minutes late."

A few small chuckles from the other class members could be heard. The young woman chose to ignore them and fought the urge to roll her eyes at the professor's tone.

"Whad did I miss?" The young woman's Boston Italian accent made itself known.

Maura didn't answer her but instead walked, with heels clicking, towards her desk asking, "Your name?"

"Uh, Jay." Was answered huskily.

"Jay?" Maura questioned with disbelief in her voice. She picked up her clipboard and checked the names.

"Rizzoli." Jay added.

With a strong emphasis on the name, Maura stated, "There is no Jay Rizzoli on my class list." She turned back towards her new student and placed one hand on a slim hip whilst holding onto her clipboard and pen in the other.

Jay's attention was drawn to those hands, and then those hips. Her eyebrows rose a little as she silently took the professor in. She raised her eyes slowly up Maura's body, pausing briefly at her breasts, and then meeting her piercing hazel eyes. Seeing an eyebrow hiked up in amusement, she remembered that the professor had just spoken.

She mentally shook off her distraction and with all of her Rizzoli charm, she looked Maura in the eyes and answered, "Right, no, yeah… There was a, uh, hiccup with financial aid but I wanted to, uh, hit the ground running for when it gets sorted out." She slowly looked around the room and started to feel uncomfortable with the glares she was receiving but maintained her outward confidence. It was good practice for when she became a homicide detective.

Once again, with disbelief in her voice, Maura asked, "And you're interested in the Fundamentals of Forensic Science and its application?"

Jay answered energetically, "Absolutely, yeah! And, you know, uh, the Criminal Studies class was already full and it was between this and, uh, the Forensic Botany class and criminals don't tend to use plants as murder weapons, so…" Jay gave a little laugh at her joke but only a couple of other students were still paying attention to the interruption that was taking place in their classroom.

Maura gave a slight smirk and with amusement in her voice and asked, "Do you even know what Forensic Science is?" Folding her arms over her chest, she leaned to one side and tilted her head awaiting, what was sure to be, a smart ass answer.

"Is that a trick question?" Jay proved the doctor right.

"You don't know, do you?" Maura provoked, unwilling to fully believe that a student studying at this level could really be so dense.

Jay quickly answered back, "It's uh, the application of science to criminal and civil law. The collection, preservation, and analysis of scientific evidence during the course of an investigation…" She looked at her professor again and saw her lip curl up into a half smirk.

Maura cut her off again, "You've hijacked enough of the classes time. Sit and listen. Come to my office later and I'll decide whether or not you can continue." She turned from Jay with an air of finality.

Jay found the closest seat to where she was standing, "Sure, yeah." She pulled her only book out of her Vans backpack and began to take notes even though she knew that notetaking for her was always short-lived.

Doctor Isles resumed her class, "As I was saying before the interruption…"

Within 5 minutes, Jay's mind began to wander, and she found herself staring at the professor's body again. Mentally undressing her as discretely as her eyes would allow, quickly averting them and pretending to write every time Maura turned her way.

Yep, you may have seen this story before under my old account Scout32.

This isn't a rework although I might change a few details but nothing major.

Feel free to review me again though, if you feel like it ;)