Here's a new story that has been rattling around in my head for a while.

It will span over many years and is the story of how Maura and Jane get together and build a life with all of its challenges.

This initial chapter is setting the context for the rest of the story. It's a Maura-centric chapter and might seem fast-paced but the overall story is going to be a slow build up (I think... That depends on my patience! Haha).

Disclaimer: I don't own Rizzoli and Isles.

Warning: There will be swearing and sex ahead, but not in this chapter!

A barely audible, "No" was gasped out, desperately.

Seventeen year old Harvard medical student, Maura Isles, held the test in a white knuckled grip. "No, this can not be happening." She whimpered.

They hadn't exactly been careful but she had told Garrett to use protection. She had measured her ovulation cycle and was confident that it was a closed window. Yet, here she was, sitting on the toilet in her brand new Cambridge apartment, with a positive pregnancy test in her hand.

Maintaining her composure, Maura cleaned herself up and placed the test on the bathroom counter. Only half way through the first year of her degree, she couldn't believe this was happening.

Her parents were going to be so disappointed. Garrett would be shocked. She had to call him.

The honey blonde entered her bedroom and picked up her cell phone.

She only had to wait a moment before he answered.

"Maura?" Garrett Fairfield was pleasantly surprised by the call. He thought Maura had made it clear to him that she wasn't interested in any further contact after their slightly disastrous third date that ended with a less than stellar sexual encounter several weeks ago.

It wasn't that it was terrible for him. The opposite actually.

Maura Isles was everything he could hope for. Beautiful, smart, classy, rich… She needed some help with her social interactions and acted a little too mature for a teenager but ultimately she was an incredible package. The problem was that he had been so turned on by her that when they finally got naked and he entered her, he came instantly. It ruined the whole night. She was less than impressed and he was mortified. She had told him that she thought it best that they didn't see each other anymore.

"Hi Garrett. Are you available for coffee this afternoon?" She asked, somewhat formerly.

"Uh yeah, of course. What time?"

"I have class until 1. Let's meet at Tatte Bakery at 1:15pm?"

"Ok, great! Yeah, see you then." Garrett exclaimed excitedly.

"Ok, bye." Maura hung up and sat down heavily on the edge of her bed. She let her hazel eyes well up for a moment before brushing away her tears. She collected herself again and got up to get ready for class.

Garrett stood happily to greet Maura as she entered the cafe. He held his arms out to give her an embrace but she held her arms down and offered him a kiss to the cheek.

"Hey Maura. You look wonderful."

He appraised her openly, no differently than how he had on their previous dates. She looked stunning. Her honey blonde hair in soft curls, framing her gorgeous face. A navy blue dress and dark grey heels completed the look, giving her a much older appearance than her current seventeen years.

Maura had to admit that Garrett did look handsome in his office attire. He had captured her attention when he entered one of the study areas of Boston Public Library a few months prior. The twenty two year old had attractive features and had been dressed much like he was now, in an expensive suit that he had worn to his internship interview at a local law firm. He had gotten the job two days later and started that following week.

"Thank you, Garrett." Maura sat down and he sat across from her.

"Maura-"

"Garrett-"

They both smiled awkwardly when they began to speak at the same time.

Sobering quickly in remembrance of why this meeting was happening, Maura started again. "Garrett, I'm not going to take much time. I just need you to know that I-"

"I really like you too, Maura." He cut her off, assuming he knew what she was going to say. "I mean, I feel like an idiot about what happened. It was really embarrassing but that's never happened before." He finished his sentence in a whisper, looking around the small cafe, paranoid at being overheard.

Maura sat there shocked. Did he really believe that after eight weeks of not hearing from her that she would come crawling back after such a terrible experience? "I'm sorry, Garrett. I think you have misunderstood my intention of seeing you today. I need to tell you-"

"Maura, it's fine. Really. I am still into you. Did you want to have dinner tomorrow night?"

"No." She responded.

His eyebrows drew together in confusion. "No?"

"No, Garrett. I came to tell you that I'm pregnant." She said abruptly and stood to leave, but was stopped by a hand wrapping around her wrist.

"What the- Maura, how?! I mean, I obviously know how but- I'm assuming it's mine?"

"Yes, of course it is." She sighed and softened her tone. She didn't need to make this worse than what it already was. "Look, I only found out this morning. I wanted you to know as soon as possible but I have no expectations of you. I am planning to keep this child. I couldn't bring myself to do anything different-"

"Yeah, of course! I agree. I don't want you to get rid of it but Maura I-"

"Please Garret, can we speak about this later? I really need to speak with my parents and allow everything to set in. We can make further arrangements after that is done, alright?"

"Uh, ok. Yeah, sure." His shoulders slumped with the weight of the revelation. "Call me when you're ready, please?" He asked kindly and let her wrist go, watching her click her way out of the cafe.

The following evening found Maura on the phone to her mother, bearing her news.

"I'm sorry, mother. I never meant to disappoint you or father."

"Oh Maura, darling. It's alright. I mean, I can't believe that you of all people could allow this to happen but if you wont give thought to an abortion, then what can be done?"

Her mother was taking this much better than she expected. Maura was convinced that carrying the child of a Fairfield had something to do with the calm reaction.

"I'm not sure what to say to that." Maura responded.

"There's nothing really to say except to ask, when is the wedding?" And there was the catch.

"What? Mother no! I'm not marrying him."

Constance responded to her daughter in a condescending tone. "Maura, you can't expect me to believe that you will raise this baby alone and complete your medical degree? You will marry Garrett. I will speak to Amelia about this situation and no one will be any wiser of your actions."

"But mother-"

"That's enough of the dramatics, Maura. I will call you tomorrow once Amelia and I make arrangements. Au revoir, chéri." Her mother hung up without waiting for a reply.

In a sudden and uncharacteristic loss of control, Maura threw her cell phone across the room, where it thankfully landed on the rug on the other side of her living room.

There was no need to speak with Garrett again. Her mother and his mother, Amelia, had everything planned before the following evening was through.

One month later, Arthur Isles walked his only daughter down the aisle to marry Garrett Fairfield.

Maura was a stunning bride and the wedding was beautiful but the medical student couldn't quite muster anything more than a convincing but insincere smile all day.

Garrett knew she was only agreeing to be with him because of the baby but he didn't care. He was marrying Maura Isles and his parents were over the moon about it. He couldn't be happier.

He possessively placed his hand around her waist for most of the day, posing for photos and speaking to their small group of guests. The only thing that bothered Garrett was that Maura refused to change her last name. He was going to leave it be for now but he was sure Constance and Arthur would convince her otherwise.

They didn't have a honeymoon. Maura's class schedule wouldn't allow for it. They spent the night in a fancy hotel in the city and the next night settled into a two storey home in West Cambridge, a gift from his parents.

At seven months pregnant, Maura finished her first year of university in the top 5% of her class.

Six weeks later, around noon on a hot July day, she was standing at the kitchen sink when her waters broke. Maura had been aware of the mild contractions over the last few days but they had become more intense that morning. Calling Garrett, she assured him she was fine and drove herself to Brigham and Women's Hospital where he met her a few hours later, after work.

Nine hours later she was holding her adorable little boy, Alexander James Isles-Fairfield, in her arms. She couldn't be happier.

Garrett was satisfied that his son, at least, held his last name.

Family life affected Maura's studies more than she thought it would but it didn't seem to matter to her as much as she expected it to.

Alexander was a delight and required a lot of attention, as all babies do. Garrett insisted that Maura hire a nanny so that she could continue to pursue a career as a doctor. She appreciated his understanding of the importance of her studies and enjoyed the reprieve to continue with her passion.

When Alexander was just five months old, Maura discovered that she was pregnant again. Although this was a shock, it was hardly the devastating news that the first had been.

A month into the second year of med school, Maura and Garrett welcomed their daughter, Elizabeth Cecille, into the world. A month later, they hired a second nanny.

Adjusting to two kids was hard and Maura found herself increasingly frustrated at her inability to concentrate as well as she would have liked on her studies. Alexander loved her attention, being only 14 months old, but he and a newborn was extremely demanding. Maura was exhausted. She was lucky that she wouldn't be starting residency for another two years.

Garrett was hardly ever home and had become increasingly withdrawn. Not that it bothered her that much. They were like roommates with sexual benefits. Whenever they needed release, it was freely available but they had no connection and there was definitely very little, if any, love.

Garrett wasn't the best father. He wasn't horrible either but he wasn't very available to his children and was overwhelmed by them regularly. Alexander and Elizabeth missed him but there was nothing Maura could do about that.

Juggling motherhood, being a wife, and a medical student all caught up to her at the beginning of her fourth year of school, right after her twenty first birthday. The petite woman sat hunched over on the toilet, having a mini meltdown, holding her third positive pregnancy test in her hands.

After the birth of their twins, Madeleine Sarah and Lucille Jean, in May the following year, Maura hired a third nanny.

After finding out that her husband was having an affair with the third nanny, she immediately fired her and moved out, buying a brand new home in Beacon Hill. Garrett called and left multiple messages, begging her to come back, but she never answered. He didn't care to make an effort to see his children and signed over all parental rights, allowing Maura to change her children's surnames to be Isles only.

Maura decided to put her studies on hold and throw herself into full time motherhood. Her university supervisor was happy for her to take a year and a half of leave. When it came the time for her to start back, she would do so with a semester of elective classes and then her secured clinical rotation position.

For the first time in a long time, her parents seemed to understand her choices.

They had been horrified at Garrett's actions and her father had threatened her husband within an inch of his life. They had their lawyer looking into the situation with the hope that Maura would divorce as soon as possible and they could cut themselves off from associating with the Fairfield family. Unfortunately in their circles, it wasn't that straight forward.

"Bonjour, chéri." Constance greeted over the phone.

"Bonjour, mère." Maura responded, her voice flat.

"How are you?"

"I'm fine. Tired."

"Well, four children! I can imagine it would be exhausting." Constance chuckled and sighed at the thought.

After five minutes of catching up, which was mostly Constance telling her daughter of her latest exhibition, Alexander came barrelling into Maura's study. "Mommy!" He practically screeched.

"Oh, good lord." Constance exclaimed at the noise.

"Sorry, mother. What is it Alexander?"

There was no reason for his outburst. He was just an exuberant child and found everything exciting. The four year old clambered up on her lap and pulled at the phone. "Who's dat?"

"It's your grandmère, darling."

"Oh." He lost interest and scrambled down, running back downstairs to play.

There was an awkward silence between Maura and her mother as they both thought about what his disinterest meant and why.

Constance broke the moment and cleared her throat. "So, dear, are you going to resume your studies next month?"

Frowning at the decision that was before her, the blonde huffed out loud. "I'm not sure."

"Maura-"

"I know… I would love to resume. I can't imagine not becoming a doctor but life is just so busy. I'm not sure I can manage."

"You are the smartest, most resilient young woman I know. If you want to, you will make it work for you."

Maura sat at her desk with her mouth open like a fish. Completely stunned at the compliment, she sputtered out a reply. "Ah, I- thank you, mother. I will think about it."

"Of course you will, darling. Now, tell me when is the divorce going to be finalised?"

Maura rolled her eyes at the questioning. She knew her mother wanted what was best for her. She just wished it had been sooner. She couldn't help but think she wouldn't be going through this nonsense if her parents hadn't made her marry Garrett in the first place. She couldn't have regrets though when she thought about her amazing children.

"It should be all tied up by the end of this month." Maura informed Constance.

"Finally!"

"Yes, well, it was a bit complicated."

"I'm just glad that it was all amicable." Constance caught Maura off guard once again as she changed the topic of conversation. "Tell me about the housing in Beacon Hill, chéri. Your father and I are looking to get something so we can see you and the children more regularly."

As unexpected as it was, the rest of their chat was easy and light and they both felt a little closer when it ended. Maura had to admit, her parents really were trying.

"Wow! Look at you!" Carmela's deep voice bellowed and she bounced Elizabeth around on her ample hip. "Look at your mommy! Isn't she beautiful?" The middle aged nanny exclaimed with pride.

Elizabeth's curly brown head nodded in agreement and her light hazel eyes sparkled. "Butiful mommy."

"Thank you, baby." She kissed the chubby cheek and smoothed her hands softly over her cream silk shirt and high waisted maroon skirt. Maura sat on a chair at the dining table to put her black heels on and stood up again. She had always loved fashion and was blessed enough to afford it but it wasn't always practical these days. She had enjoyed getting ready for class this morning in attire that made her feel human again.

"Madeleine and Lucille are asleep, Carmela." She smiled at the older Italian woman. She was a godsend and Maura couldn't imagine life without her. She had quickly given up on younger nannies and opted for two older ones. Carmela had been her main source of help for over eight months now and lived with them five days a week with her own quarters in the upstairs section of the house. Angela, Carmela's friend, was her new part-time nanny whom she had recently hired a couple of weeks ago to be available whenever Carmela was not.

"Thank you, Maura. They should be out for a couple of hours. They have been up since 5:30! Alexander?!"

The little boy came running at Carmela and crashed into her legs, giggling. His mischievous light brown eyes peeked out from behind honey blonde bangs. Maura walked over and ruffled his hair.

"Mommy!" He lunged at Maura in her four inch heels and almost knocked her over.

"Mio Dio, Alexander!" Carmela cried out, laughing at his antics. Elizabeth giggled wildly too.

"Oh sweetheart! You are getting to big to throw yourself at me." She snuggled him and kissed his head. "I'll see you at dinner time."

He held her face close and kissed her lips. "Luff you."

"Love you too, handsome." She stood up and kissed Elizabeth. "Love you, sweet girl. Bye Carmela. I'll have my cell phone on silent but it will alert me if you call." She looked down at her watch. "Oh no, I'm going to be late!"

"We'll be fine. You'll be fine! Enjoy your class, Dr Isles!"

"I will." Maura smiled nervously. She put on her heavy winter coat and picked up her laptop case, handbag, and keys. She blew a quick kiss to her children before leaving the house, excited to be resuming her medical studies for the first time in eighteen months.

How was that?!

Please let me know what you think!

I haven't planned out this story completely like I have with my others so, suggestions on how you want it to go, are most welcome!