So, this story was sparked by a random phrase that popped into my head, that I HAD to find a way to share. It took several hours, and some help, but I FINALLY found a scenario that fit. Oddly enough, I had the second chapter written, in my head, before I was able to come up with the first one.

I own nothing. This is humor/borderline crackfic! and should not be taken seriously. Actually, go ahead and try, it'll make me laugh. The rating is for a couple words, if it weren't for those, it could very well be K.

"Really? Are you serious? You can't be serious. You have to be making that up."

Sighing loudly, Maura rolled her eyes, even though Jane couldn't see her, through the phone. "Jane, you know very well that I can't lie. Therefore, I'm not making it up. I don't understand your disbelief, of fixation on this matter. It was just a passing statement. Can you please let it go, now?"

Jane's voice was eager, and Maura could hear the grin. "Oh, no, I'm not letting it go. Ever. You can't say something like that, and expect me to just ignore it. Come on. You have to tell me the story. You HAVE to. If you don't, then I'll just have to make up my own, and you know you don't want that."

Holding the phone against her shoulder with her chin, Maura closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then opened them to finish unloading the dishwasher. "I HAVE to do no such thing. I can't believe you're still talking about this. It was a passing remark I made two days ago. You're acting like a child."

The distinct whine in Jane's voice made Maura roll her eyes, again. "I am NOT acting like a child. You just can't say things like that, and expect me to forget about it. Come on, at least give me a hint. Please?"

Closing her eyes and sighing loudly, Maura shook her head. "Fine. If I give you a hint, will you leave me alone?"

Maura actually heard Jane jumping up and down and clapping her hands. "YES! I will leave you alone if you give me a hint. It had to be a good one, though. No cheating and trying to get out of it by telling be something like what day of the week it was, or something."

Nodding and thinking for a moment, Maura smiled and closed sat down on a stool. "It was a long time ago, I have no idea what day or the week it was. It happened when I was in college, when I joined the sorority. Are we done now?"

The loud reaction had her pulling the phone away from her ear. "NO, we're not done. No way. That just makes me want to know, even more. Now you REALLY have to tell me the whole story. You know I will keep asking until you give in, so you might as well save us both some time."

Resting her forehead on her hand, Maura huffed in frustration. "You really ARE acting like a child. If you continue, I will be forced to treat you like a child. I believe children who misbehave are punished by having anticipated activities denied to them. Maybe I should ground you. I think canceling this Friday's plans would be appropriate."

Snorting laughter was the immediate response. "Not gonna happen. You forget, I know you. You're looking forward to it as much as I am. I know you've had the outfit and 'accessories' in your closet for more than a week. I saw them there last weekend. Now, are you going to tell me? I am fully prepared to bring it up every time I see or talk to you, until you give in. You know me, I can keep it up for weeks."

Finally giving in, Maura squeezed her eyes shut and sighed loudly. "Very well. I'll tell you. I don't see what the big deal is, anyway. It's hardly the most risque thing I've ever done. Some of the things we've done together would probably be considered more risque."

Taking a deep breath, Maura leaned back and started her story.

Three days later, Maura ended up regretting her decision. It was Sunday and the Rizzoli family was gathered in her house for dinner, as had become tradition. She was in the kitchen helping Angela with the dishes and putting the leftovers away, when Jane's voice caught her attention. "You guys will never believe what Maura did in college."

Putting down the plate in her hand, she stormed around the island, stopping beside the couch and glaring down at Jane, hands on her hips. "Jane Rizzoli, that story was told under duress, and was not intended to be repeated."

Turning her head slowly and looking up at Maura, Jane rolled her eyes. "Come on, we both knew I'd be sharing it, as soon as you told me. Like you said, it's not that bad. We've done worse stuff, together. Hell, we've done worse stuff together, at WORK. Besides, it's funny, and kinda awesome."

Hands falling limply to her sides, Maura sighed. "Fine, since I do not want a repeat of your childish pouting and whining, from earlier this week, you can tell them. I will be getting myself a fresh glass of wine, to better prepare myself for the teasing I know will follow."

Reaching out to stop her from walking away, Jane's gaze softened and she spoke quieter. "You know we're not being mean, right? You're part of the family. Family teases each other. We do it because we care, and it's fun to be able to joke about things that are slightly embarrassing. If it really bothers you, then I won't tell them."

Smiling slightly, Maura squeezed Jane's hand before letting go. "Yes, I know. I'm just not used to the good natured teasing that your family seems to make a habit of. You can tell them. I don't mind. Really. Like you said, it's slightly embarrassing, but I am oddly proud of it. I still want a glass of wine. I'll bring you another beer, too."

Jane waited until Maura sat down next to her, wine glass in one hand and Jane's beer in the other. Taking the beer and taking a sip, she smiled in thanks, then started the story. "Ok, so we were watching Grease the other night, because Maura'd never seen it. It gets to the scene where the lady is making the announcement saying they're going to get FBI, or whatever, to identify the mooners by their butts." Pausing, she waited until Frankie and Tommy both nodded to show they knew what she was talking about. "Anyway, Maura says she's done that, and then just leaves it there. Refused to explain herself. Just saying she's identified someone by their butt."

When all three of them turned to look at her, the guys in disbelief and Jane in amusement, Maura blushed slightly. "Yes, well, as I told Jane, it was in college."

Snorting, Jane took another drink of beer. "Yeah, she FINALLY told me, after I kept asking, for two days. So, it turns out that when she was joining the sorority, all the new girls had to make a naked butt print, with blue paint, on a piece of paper. Then, they had to try to match all the butt prints to the girls who made them. Maura's the only one who got them all right."

Biting her lip in embarrassment, Maura blushed a little darker, but still managed to smile proudly. "It really wasn't that hard. It just requires knowledge of human physiology and an observant eye. The pledges that were accepted, had to use their impression in place of nameplate, on their bedroom doors, in the sorority."

The guys were still staring at her, when Angela's voice got their attention from the kitchen. "Why would they want you to keep that on your doors, where everyone can see? Oh, never mind. It must be like sticking your dick in wet cement."

A/N: In case you were wondering, the sentence that started this whole thing, was the very last sentence. It just popped into my head, without any context or idea what in the world it meant or referred to. My brain is a scary place