Uh, I have no beta so expect this to be a mess of grammar since English isn't my native tongue. Besides this is just a story of what my mind wants me to write, if that makes sense.

Summary: Jane wishes she was a boy—the repercussions of that after spending time in a weird shop and sneakily drinking a strange concoction is more than she could handle. What could happen in a week?

Disclaimer: I don't own R&I—this is purely for entertainment, people… u_u

Around, Up and Over

Chapter 1: It's not fair!

Jane Rizzoli was having a bad day—the fact that she received her period was more than she could handle. The cramps were intense, it felt as though a sledge hammer was pounding into her stomach between five minute intervals. But she continued on with work as though her menstruation wouldn't impede with her findings on a new murder.

"Jane, you look queasy, are you okay?" Frost asked, his brow cocked up in curiosity.

The dark-haired detective shot him a glare then winced as another cramp hit her. Why don't guys ever get this damn pain? It's unfair to all females that guys don't suffer nearly as much as we do! "No, Berry," she said scathingly to her partner, "I am, in fact, not okay!" Her muscles felt bunched up, tense and a pain radiated from every fiber of her body when she moved.

Maura came in, unannounced as usual and handed manila files to Korsak. She shot a concerned look at Jane, who was close to being prostrate on the ground. She walked over to the tall female, worry washing over her as she observed the tight expression on her friend's face and the occasional flinch. She laid a hand on Jane's back, rubbing up and down soothingly.

"Jane, honey, how about you take the week off?" Maura suggested. Jane nodded gratefully, slowly standing up and making her way out of the homicide department at a snail's pace, that garnered some glances but Jane's glare put them off.

Goddammit, how are they to look at me like—with pity? Jane scowled, baring the pain—she wanted to have some dignity left since most of it shredded as she struggled to keep her strides even at the same average pace instead of moving like a snail. Not that I'm gonna go home yet—I might as well browse around for suspicious shops.

She hadn't found one but it was nearing night before she saw "All Ye Wishes" in bold font. The front of the shop was filled with collectible antiques and showed shelves of weird-looking bottles. Jane decided first thing in the morning: she was coming here.

—Okay, I know it's short but it is definitely needed for the events I have planned in mind. I hope it is not going to be slaughter. Don't hate meh, umm….definitely going to be boy-parts involved in the future… D: I'll update the other fic soon. Just need to get this off my head. (: Enjoy?