A/N: This is my first fic. I totally lack any confidence in anything I write so if you like it leave me some warm fuzzies. I tried to get a little ahead before I posted this but a warning: I am totally ADD and can't promise anything like daily updates but I will try not to leave you hanging because I can't stand months between updates. Also, my grammer is atrocious so I apologize ahead of time. Also sorry if you think the first chapter is a little slow. It's mostly background.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. At all. Maybe my computer but no characters or anything.

Jane Rizzoli loved Boston. It was where she was born, where she was raised, and where she planned on spending the rest of her life. The city felt like home and she couldn't image living anywhere else. Even on days like today, when the temperature was below freezing and the wind was so rough that it would knock the air out of your lungs the moment you stepped outside. She didn't mind the cold. She had gotten used to it over the course of her life. The cold didn't compare with the people and the scenery that the city had to offer. She loved attending games at Fenway Park and cheering on her beloved Red Sox on hot summer days. She enjoyed that she was never too far from a good sports bar. She couldn't imagine living somewhere where she couldn't easily head to the North End if she was craving cannolis. And she didn't know what she would do if she wasn't able to go home every Sunday for some of her mom's delicious Italian food and crushing guilt. Jane Rizzoli loved Boston.

Today was Jane's day off and she chose to spend her morning going for a run in Boston Common. She loved this small slice of green in her city and loved running around the park. Typically any running in the park she did was in her uniform chasing after some low-life lawbreaker. Jane was a uniformed officer in the Boston Police Department. Because she had been at the top of her class at the Academy, she was fortunate enough to get stationed in Downtown Boston and spent most of her days roaming the Financial District and the Common.

Jane wanted to be a cop since she was a teen. She had always been kind of a trouble kid. Despite her mother's wishes, she was a rough and tumble tomboy who preferred to get in trouble with the boys over shopping with the girls. Some of her rebellious streak could be blamed on the fact that her father deserted her family when Jane was young. Her two brothers were too young to remember or feel much when their father left, but Jane was torn apart. She had always been a daddy's girl, and when he left, Jane was lost. So Jane rebelled.

Jane did not turn her life around until her mother met Jane's stepfather. Vince Korsak was a detective with the BPD. When her mother, Angela, first began dating Vince, he and Jane furiously butted heads. Jane was not keen on her mother replacing her father and she really did not enjoy a cop hanging around when she was trying very hard to be a juvenile delinquent. Jane's determination to raise hell often led to arguments between her and Vince. But as time passed, Vince broke through and Jane became very fond of him. By the time Angela and Vince married, Jane had come to feel nothing but respect for her new father. This respect turned into idolization and soon the young delinquent had set her goal to become one of Boston's finest. After junior college, Jane enrolled in the Police Academy and with Vince's help, Jane finished the Academy at the top of her class.

After graduating the Academy, Jane worked hard. Her goal was to be the youngest to make detective in the Boston PD. This was difficult for a man but much more difficult for a woman. But she was Jane Rizzoli and not just any ordinary woman. So when she walked her beat, she was always diligent. She took her job very seriously and had become one of the top beat cops on the force. She was rarely forced to do the mundane tasks, like traffic control around the construction that always occurred in the Financial District, and typically was selected to a majority of the special task forces that uniformed officers were eligible for.

But today was her day off and she was determined to relax. Usually her idea of relaxing was sleeping in and watching a game on the TV but today she felt the urge to go for a run in the Common. So she got on her cold weather running gear, slipped on her running shoes and headed out to her favorite spot in Boston.

Maura Isles loved Boston. She was born in the city and technically it was her home growing up. She never minded the cold because she always prepared her outfit for the day carefully before heading out. She loved going down to the Charles in the spring to watch the crew shells row by. She loved walking down Newbury Street and spending vast amounts of money on her designer clothes. She appreciated the beautiful architecture of her Beacon Hill neighborhood. And Maura loved the fact that she could go to some of the finest restaurants in the country. Maura Isles loved Boston.

Growing up, her parents owned multiple properties in the city, but they spent very little time there. Her parents spent most of their time traveling the world. When Maura was young, she accompanied them around the globe. But she got very lonely and was desperate for friends. So as soon as she was old enough, Maura convinced her parents to send her to boarding school in France. She was sure that she would have no problem making friends when she was surrounded by people her own age 24 hours a day.

What Maura didn't realize was that she was different from the kids her age. Maura valued academics and loved to learn. She spent a lot of her time reading and grasping at any bit of knowledge she could. She never realized that her pursuit of knowledge would make her an outcast. Never being around children her own age, she never realized that it wasn't cool to spend your days with your head in a book. Maura had another basic flaw that made her unpopular in school. She lacked the ability to tell the smallest lie. After the first time she was caught with her schoolmates out after lights out and told the powers that be everything instead of going along with her classmates lie, she was not invited to participate in any hijinks.

Finding herself just as lonely at school as she was with her parents, Maura decided to simply focus on her studies. Maura was able to meet a few people who shared her pursuit in the intellectual, but never made more than casual acquaintances. She worked hard and was constantly in the top of her class. As she aged, Maura grew into a beautiful young woman, and caught the attention of the boys from neighboring schools as well as some of her female schoolmates, but she never found anyone that she made a connection with. By the time she was ready to graduate, Maura was determined to return to the States, and due to her high class ranking and top test scores, had her choice of schools. So Maura decided to return to the only place she felt comfortable calling home and enrolled in Boston Cambridge University.

Maura's first 4 years back in Boston were fairly uneventful. Maura knew she wanted to go to medical school and she planned on attending BCU. But attending a medical school like BCU meant she had to be at the top of her class during undergraduate and had to have top scores on her MCATs. So Maura did what she did all of her life. She studied. Because her parents insisted that she live in their Beacon Hill home and not on campus, Maura rarely socialized. She would attend an occasional social event to fight off the loneliness but she didn't have anyone that she called a close friend. Maura was more than attractive enough that she was always able to find someone to spend the night with, but most people couldn't take large doses of her before they found her to be weird and became aggravated with her lack of social cues.

Because of her high intelligence and dedication to her studies, Maura was accepted to BCU medical school with no issues. Maura was currently in her third year of med school. She found that she was able to make a few acquaintances because she was surrounded by people who were just as into their studies. She still enjoyed her alone time though and that was why she went to the Common today. She loved this spot of Boston. It wasn't far from her home and she found herself spending a lot of time alone with her thoughts there. Even on cold days, like today, Maura would bundle up, grab one of her textbooks, and head to the park. Today, she found her favorite spot on her favorite bench and sat down to read.

Jane turned and headed into the park. She liked it in the winter because there were a lot fewer people there. She could just enjoy her run and enjoy the scenery. As Jane ran, she noticed a few people walking their dogs but for the most part it was empty. Jane rounded toward the ice skating rink that took over the Frog Pond in the winter and began to run past the benches that overlooked the pond. Suddenly, Jane felt as if the all of the wind was knocked out of her lungs. Sitting on the bench was a young woman with the most beautiful honey blonde locks that Jane had ever seen.

As Jane ran past the bench, she had trouble taking her eyes away from the honey blonde. The blonde was sitting on the bench, reading, on one of the coldest days of the year. Jane was mesmerized by the woman. Jane could see the woman's warm breath that escaped her perfect pink lips that stood out against the woman's pale skin. Suddenly, the blonde looked up and gave the most beautiful smile Jane had ever seen. The woman's sparkling hazel eyes caught Jane's and it almost seemed as if time stopped. Jane stared into those eyes for what seemed like hours, when in reality it was only a few seconds.

Suddenly Jane stumbled and almost fell. She regained her composure and kept running in order to try and keep her cool. What the hell is wrong with you, Jane Rizzoli? She thought to herself. You are attracted to men. Why do you keep staring at this beautiful blonde? Wait, did you just say beautiful? What is going on with you? Jane continued running. She needed to get home and as far away from the gorgeous honey blonde.

Maura had just sat down and opened up her textbook. She was more than excited to begin her pathology elective. She was in deep concentration reading her book when she got the weird feeling that sent chills down her, the feeling that someone was watching her. Maura finally got the courage to raise her head to find out what or who was watching her. As she looked up, Maura's eyes met with the other set that had been sending the shivers down her arms.

Maura's eyes locked on a set of dark chocolate eyes and all she could do was smile. Behind those eyes was the most ravishing being that Maura had ever seen. A tall, thin, yet muscular, woman with the most stunning olive skin ran in front of her, raven hair pulled back but a few errant curls loose and slick with sweat. Maura's heart skipped a beat and, despite how hard she tried she could not look away. The woman was strong and confident as she ran and her leg muscles flexed with each stride.

Suddenly, the woman stumbled and the moment broke. The woman picked up her speed and ran away. Maura found her breath returning to normal but her mind was stuck on the beauty that seemed to make time stop. Maura shook her head and decided that there was no way she go back to reading. She decided to head home to try and clear her head of the thoughts of the raven-haired woman.