First fanfic guys! Hi there! I'm just beginning this story, so don't kill me for not finishing! Updates will come (hopefully). For now, this is just rated T, I guess, for some details of crimes and junk.

I don't own Rizzoli and Isles, and all rights go to those people that actually DO own Rizzoli and Isles... lucky them...

Jane Rizzoli never paid much attention to her coworkers. Yes, she would greet them as they passed, wave hello as she went to get her same morning coffee day after day, or sometimes, and sometimes meaning very, very occasionally, carry on small talk inside the elevator.

In all reality, Jane did not have to deal much with people outside of her small team consisting of Frost, Korsack, her younger brother Frankie, and her mother. She did not care much to interact with others anyway, because most of them tended to slow her down on her quick-paced daily schedule.

For example, at the precinct gym, a new and quite attractive young officer attempted to make small talk with Jane. His intentions, no doubt, were to get a date with the reputable detective. She tried her best to respond with appropriately-placed 'yeah's and 'okay's, but the young officer did not get any hint to leave, especially after ten minutes of her 'I'm annoyed' face.

If awkward conversation wasn't enough, he followerd her to the outside of the women's locker room. He gently laid his arm across the door frame, blocking her path. Jane felt her temper and her distaste for this man rising. As he continued to smile and try to charm her, she started rolling her eyes, crossing her arms, looking extremely bored, not bothering in the least to hide her boredom.

"So maybe you and I could go to dinner sometime, get to know each other better…" He trailed off.

Jane huffed before she replied, "I think I know you as well as I want to, thanks but no thanks."

The response was obviously not one of her best sarcastic remarks, but she decided she should at least try to be civil towards this new guy. But if he didn't stop talking to her right this minute and let her continue her day, there would be a different outcome…

"Oh, well maybe drinks sometime-"

"No."

"Come on, give me a chance, I can be a fun guy." He leaned in, invading her personal space and setting off her temper. Jane grabbed the arm that had been blocking the doorway and twisted it behind him, forcing him hard to his knees.

"When I say 'no', I mean 'no', and I'd rather chew off my own arm and feed it to a lion than listen to you talk about yourself any more," Jane hissed.

She threw his arm down and stormed inside the locker room, slamming the door behind her, but not before she heard him say, "Stupid bitch."

That was a month ago, which was almost four months after she had become an official homicide detective. She was the youngest to be promoted to the position, and not to mention the only female in the entire unit. That fact never bothered her, but the incident with the young moron gave her a quick reputation as Rizzoli and hard-ass. She was known around the unit already to be stubborn and hard-headed, and in all honest, did not mind all the guys adding hard-ass to the list of adjectives.

Jane knew what people saw when they first looked at her. She knew that many people would consider her beautiful, sexy, hot, and some never failed to point that out as a reason for why she couldn't do this job effectively. The fact of the matter is, her looks could be an extreme inconvenience. The first question most people ask her when they find out she's a detective is, "Why is a beautiful young woman like you a police officer when you could be a model, or an actress?" You could pretty much fill in any job that requires beauty as a requisite. First, she would tell them she's not a police officer, she's a detective. That seemed to make no difference in the conversation. She would then just simply say she loves her job, because what gives someone the right to tell another what they should and shouldn't do career-wise.

It is also not unheard of for a suspect to make a sexual quip about her. Jane thinks it's hilarious how a suspect thinks they can rile her up by calling her a 'hot piece of ass'. Frost or Korsack would usually jump in and try to defend her honor, but no thanks, guys, she's a big girl and can take care of herself.

Jane is a confident, beautiful, intelligent woman who can kick it with the best of the guys.

Jane woke up on a bright Friday morning. It was past ten, but she didn't worry because the captain had drilled into their heads yesterday after the arrest they were not allowed back to work until at least noon, or not at all today. Their most recent case had torn a hole into all of them.

The victim, Darren Vlokas, was a eighteen-year-old public school student. His dad was a lawyer with one of the city's best law firms and his mom stayed at home with him and his two younger siblings, a sister and a brother. Darren had a scholarship to Harvard and he intended to become a doctor, to fulfill his dream of working in the peace corps and Doctors Without Borders. He was found behind his school, badly beaten with a large crack in his skull due to falling against the brick wall.

This was a tough case from the start, since cases with kids were the hardest to stomach. And no one would point any fingers, no one could point any fingers. Everyone loved him, his girlfriend, his best friend, his teachers, and all the other students.

They got a break in the case when the girlfriend, Tampa Dalers, finally came forward and admitted that behind Darren's sweet exterior, he had a temper and would sometimes beat her. He only hit her where she could cover up with clothes, so that explained the constant need for jeans and light long-sleeved shirts. When the girlfriend told the detectives that she confided in her best friend Trey, a nickname for Arnold Treysing, they finally found a suspect.

This case was an easy run, though, because when the detectives showed up at the Treysing residence, Trey came forward and confessed, didn't stuggle when they arrested him, didn't argue at all. They didn't even have to pull their guns.

The thing about the case that hit the detectives hard was who the perp and the vic actually were. Trey was set to go to Stanford, a long way from home, but he also wanted to become a doctor. He wanted to be a pediatrician. His family couldn't afford much while he was growing up, so he worked for free since he was eleven in the diner the family owned. He was bullied as a kid because of a lisp he had but overcame, and then had to deal with the death of his older sister when she was hit by a drunk driver. He was the kid who always went to church, never broke any rules, never wanted to go out and party and preferred to stay at the diner and help. The fight behind the school with Darren would have never happened, but when Tampa told him about the abuse, he snapped.

"He was a good kid, only trying to protect his friend," Korsack said after midnight, the paperwork waiting to be written up and filed for records.

"He had his entire life ahead of him, too." Jane said with a sigh. She held her head in her hands.

"Go home," the Cavanaugh suddenly interrupted from his doorway. "Don't come back till at least noon. Or even better yet, I don't want to see you all until Monday morning.

So now Jane is lying awake. Should she go to work today? Or does she just want to stay in bed. She groaned to herself and rolled over, the covers falling off of her body. She felt all the heat escape from her body and a shiver went down her spine.

Ah well, looks like I should just get up anyway.

Jane did her morning routine, taking an extra long time drinking her coffee and watching sports recaps. She looked at her watch. 12:14. She decided to head into work.

So I'm going to continue with this... Rate and Review, if you please! I need to know what I'm doing!