A/N:First off, a big thank you for any alerts and all reviews, even those that think Jane shouldn't be a terminator. HBCarolyn is already doing a Maura Cyborg fic (called "Badass"- "Are you my mother?" It's cute.) and I didn't really want to go that route for this. I wanted the challenge of fitting a terminator Jane into the R&I universe. ...to be honest, I probably bit off a bit more than I can chew, but I'm gonna give it a go.

I'm tweaking some character ages and other things a bit to make things work the way I want to. You'll notice the other changes as you read. I'm kind of torn between how much I think *needs* to be explained and how much I want you to infer on your own. Ask if you are confused but so far, I DO actually have some things figured out so it is thus far ALL intentional… mostly… especially if you think it's genius. But the one thing people will no doubt pick up on... well, I haven't decided yet to be honest.

Terminator Jane

Chapter 2: The Rizzoli's

The headline read: 17 Policemen Killed By Crazed Gunman. 16 other people had died that night. Not just Officer Frank Rizzoli Sr. or his best friend, the gung-ho Detective Hal Vukovich. Hal went out in a blaze of glory, M-16 in his hands and all; Frank was just trying to protect his fellow officers when he was gunned down by a Terminator. They found his body protectively covering a rookie cop, the last brave act of a good cop and father of two. The rookie, Sean Cavanaugh, had survived his injuries.

It was twenty years later- to the day- and once again, Angela Rizzoli was at home alone (but for her furry canine companion Jo Friday) and drinking one single drink- the only drink she'd have that year- while she held the old LA Times article clipping in her hand in remembrance of the day she lost her husband. At least, that is what Frankie believed. He was such a good boy, but it wasn't just about the day her husband died; or later when Tommy… Angela had decided long ago to lump her sorrows into one day because she wouldn't be able to function if she took a separate day to remember them all- she could never tell him about the sister he never had; the daughter she never got to see grow up…

"The baby can't come out until he gets here!"

"You have to push Mrs. Rizzoli. They need to come out now."

"What do you mean, 'they'?"

"Fraternal twins Mrs. Rizzoli, a boy and a girl, but we're getting alarming indications from the girl, her heartbeat is very faint."

"We didn't… he doesn't know… no, not a baby girl… save her!"

Frankie walked into the kitchen to see his mother staring at the article again, her little ankle biter sitting on her lap. It had been a long day at the Academy and he was glad to be home. His mother's cooking was to die for although it looked like it would be leftovers for tonight. He knew what day it was. It was the anniversary of day they lost Dad; the day that changed everything- well, from what his mother told him as he was only one at the time.

"Ma, let me heat something up for you and we'll eat, ok?" He knew it was always a tough day for his mother and she had always been the tough one; the strong one; leading he and Tommy by example. Tommy did his best, as the oldest, but their Ma always had a strength about her that always made Frankie proud to be her son and want to take care of her for a change.

Angela wiped away a few tears and got up, letting Jo go off to do whatever it was she did when she wasn't looking for attention or food. "I'm ok. You set the table and I'll reheat some cannoli and gniocchi. I've got some salad in the fridge too- you should eat more greens you know? You wanna end up like Carla Tellucci's son Brian? You know I don't like to use the word fat, but that boy is at a very unhealthy weight…" Frankie rolled his eyes a bit and smiled. It was good to have his Ma back.

"Ma, are you sure about this? Me becoming a Cop, I mean. You know I want to do it but… well, it's all over, isn't it? Aren't we safe now?" Frankie had wanted to become a Cop like his father, but also because of his mother. Tommy had gone about the fight his own way and… now he was gone. Angela said they needed help, that the Connors would need everyone they could get and if they had someone on the force, it would be better.

"No one is ever safe, Frankie. We moved from Los Angeles to help create the network, not to get away from it all. Sarah Connor asked me to do this and this is what I do." She placed their now heated dishes at the table and sat down opposite her youngest son.

"I know Ma, but with the destruction of Cyberdine and the death of Connor and her son in that bank explosion four years ago, isn't it all over?"

Angela snorted. "You didn't get to know Sarah Connor. Who do you think helped her get to Mexico with a baby on the way? I'd have gone with her but for you and Tommy- that wasn't the life for you boys- hell, it isn't the life for her John, but that's what she chose. But- we had to do something. Sarah will be back one of these days I know it. Besides, you've seen the articles on the research that is going on here in Boston. This has been our home for fifteen years now, we've got friends here and we're keeping our guard up. We have to. No one knows what's coming Frankie, no one." She took a bite of the gniocchi and pushed the bowl of salad to Frankie with a side of mother's glare to go with it.

Frankie groaned and held back a smile at his mother's stubbornness. "You're right Ma, sorry."

Angela began between bites, not looking at Frankie. "It's not like I don't have enough to worry about with you becoming a cop. It was every other day with your father; I was wondering if today was the day that some-some criminal would shoot him or something." It was like she just wanted to get it off her chest so he just listened and continued eating- pretending to eat the salad, anyway. He was slightly concerned about the utensils in her wildly gesticulating hands.

"But then that night happened. It changed everything. Sean Cavanaugh was such a nice young man, but when he told me in the hospital what he saw, how that thing moved; took bullets to its chest without flinching; the glowing red eye behind the sunglasses… and then meeting Sarah Connor. This is right Frankie. We gotta fight because no one else will and right now, there are so few of us and the good Lord only knows what that devil-spawn machine is planning." She ended her speech with a quick sign of the cross and glance up to the ceiling. Frankie was impressed she didn't get tomato sauce or cottage cheese on her shirt.

"I know Ma, but we gotta be careful. You can't be suspecting everyone of being a terminator any more." Frankie felt that the conversation had gotten a little too serious and wanted to see his mother smile a bit.

"It was just that one time!" Angela could still be the frustrated Italian mother with the best of them. One could almost believe that they actually were a perfectly normal Italian family living in the Boston suburb of Revere.

"Bill O'Reilly, Ma? Thank god for Cavanaugh keeping you in check during his book tour is all I can say."

Angela had the decency to blush. "He has those bluer than blue eyes. They can't be real." It was their banter that really kept Angela and Frank Jr. together. That they could still be mother and son amidst the constant danger and threat of Skynet looming on the horizon was all important to them. Thankfully, they hadn't seen trace of a terminator in years.

It was difficult, but not impossible, moving to Boston from Los Angeles as a single mother with two boys. Being the widow of a hero cop helped, along with the fact that Cavanaugh had also moved there. He and Angela had formed a strong friendship over the events of that night and their later meeting with Sarah Connor and the fallout that ensued. They decided it would be advantageous to get to somewhere that Cavanaugh could climb the ranks of the police force and help co-ordinate things they would need in their fight against the threat of the machines.

Cavanaugh had easily established himself at the Boston Police Department and was now a Lieutenant. Angela had started a small food catering service that kept the bills paid and a roof over the heads of her family…

She'd arrived in September 2004. She had very little to go on but a few names, dates and places from Connor. Said it would help her fit in. She might have scoffed, confident in her own abilities, but there seemed to be a wisdom to Connor that the female terminator did not understand. She certainly did not understand the humans of this time. She had to fight the urge to strangle everyone she saw who wasted food or other useful items. Her time in the Resistance had instilled in her a sense of appreciation it seemed. It was rather odd and analyzing her own thoughts and reactions consumed a considerable amount of her processes, along with wondering just how people could live so oblivious to such constant danger around them or around the world in general.

Her processes switched suddenly and played back a memory from when two of the resistance fighters in her unit got married. It had been just eight months after she had infiltrated southern California's resistance network and through skill and circumstance, Jane was already a ranked officer.

"What's the point? We could all be dead tomorrow?"

"THAT's the point. We COULD all be dead tomorrow. Or, it could be that now they have something more to fight for."

"Like what?"

"What do you mean?"

"Really? What more do they have to fight for than the survival of… our, you know, species."

"I dunno, love maybe? You never been attached to anyone, Tr-"

"You say that nickname and it's your balls."

"Noted Sarge… anyway, you know why we fight, but sometimes, there is something that makes it more personal somehow and that gives us just that little bit more we need… shit, you're making me feel like an idiot with that face. Are you messing with me?"

"…maybe, now shut up and drink your swill."

Jane idly wondered if Skynet knew just what it was doing when it created her neural net processor. Were learned reactions, forming habits and random bits of data playback intentional or a side effect of something else? Each new question seemed to support her previous conclusions about her design that likened it more to a mad scientist pouring different coloured vials of liquid together in the hopes of creating something diabolically magnificent. Jane believed that Skynet did not exactly comprehend the endgame result of its own creative process. Skynet was more likely to conclude that A + B + C equalled ABC as opposed to D. Jane was definitely a D… or possibly a Z.

For four days Jane had meticulously (though inconspicuously) studied the Greater Boston area and its people. She used her wi-fi capabilities to confirm what her audio, visual and tactile sensors were telling her.

'This Wikipedia thing will be useful…'

One night at a junk yard with some tools she 'acquired', she was able to cobble together a working 1986 Honda Rebel she found in mostly decent condition. The front struts had been bent horribly out of shape indicating a head on impact, but it wasn't too difficult for her to bend them back into reasonable shape and find a replacement tire. Only one strut needed to be fully replaced, which she was able to do.

She'd also been able to tick a number of things off her 'To Do' list and even update her 'To Terminate' list- seriously, Paris Hilton being terminated would be a service to mankind. Unless there was some way to use her against Skynet… hmm, no, unleashing her upon Skynet would be just cruel.

Climbing onto her black motorbike, leather boots, sunglasses and all, Jane decided it was time to go meet the Rizzoli's.

The knock at the door interrupted Frankie Rizzoli's explanation as to just why the Red Sox were not only still in the battle for the division or at least the Wild Card, but that this year- this, would be the year they lifted the "Curse of the Bambino". He was positive… well, he was hopeful… who was he kidding, the Sox were cursed for life. They'd never win the World Series in his lifetime and once Judgement Day came, they never would.

At Frankie's sceptical glance at the door, Angela's smile immediately dropped from her face. She'd have teased him about a girl coming over but that was usually accompanied by Frankie trying to butter her up at least a day prior. It seemed no girl was quite good enough for her baby boy. Then again, it would be difficult to allow anyone truly into their lives without putting them in danger.

Angela dropped her hands by her feet and pulled the shotgun from its place secured to the bottom of the couch. Frankie unhooked the Glock 17C pistol attached beneath the end table and stood up, motioning for his mother to move out of line-of-sight of the door as he made his way to the window to see who knocked. Angela stood at the corner to the kitchen and peered around the corner to cover Frankie and the door. She pumped the first round into the shotgun.

Outside the door, unseen to both its occupants, Jane quirked a brow beneath her Oakley mini aviators and smirked slightly at the sound of a loading shotgun on her 344 degree radial at a distance of 15.8 ft and the soft foot falls approaching the door with trained precision. There were two strong heartbeats, slightly elevated, but not high. She was impressed- the Rizzolis were at least on their guard and relatively calm. Not that it would have helped them had she been here to terminate them, but it was impressive anyway. She shut down her advanced tactical programs and senses. She hated using them, in truth. Somehow, to her, the bulk of her advantages over a normal human felt like a crutch that terminators leaned on far too often. But now was not the time for cyborg philosophical thinking, it was time to get whatever life she was about to lead started.

Frankie moved the window curtain by the door slightly with the muzzle of his pistol and peered out. Briefly thinking about pinching himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming the leather-clad image of feminine badassery on their doorstep, he asked, "Who is it?"

Now Jane took off her sunglasses, held her hands up in a placating manner and looked directly at Frankie with a smirk, "I'm your new big sister, courtesy of John Connor."

End Chapter 2

A/N: The characters will seem out of character (OOC- took me a long time to figure that out from other author's notes when I first started reading fanfiction) but I'm going to try and keep some of the traits we know and love.