Yes, I gave up on the other story. It turned into an AU, thanks to the real owners of Daddy Isles. So sorry. I lost heart. Hope you like this instead.

Kidnapped—for the Moment by Simahoyo

I woke up with a dry mouth and a headache. I slitted my eyes open, because I also noticed the stink of chloroform still in my nostrils. I could make out a darkened room, I felt a mattress under me, and it was damp. Not a sound, so I opened my eyes completely.

I felt the hot rush of anger and bit my lip to get control over my thinking. Fury makes me stupid. I recalled the attack at the faked crime scene. I mentally kicked myself for being so foolish. I sat up, and looked around for hidden cameras. Nothing. It was a basement, holding very little but me and the mattress. I felt through my hair. Thank evolution they had missed the strategically placed bobby pins I'd started to carry since the last time I was kidnapped.

So, Paddy Doyle was out of state. I couldn't think of anyone I had been instrumental in having arrested who wasn't still incarcerated.

I narrowed this one down to something aimed at Jane, since her personal Fury had been so active. Although I assumed I could escape easily, I decided to stay until I could learn more about this enemy of Jane's.

But first, I got up and explored my erstwhile prison. The door had two locks, both too easy to worry about now, then there was a high, narrow window which I suspected I could squirm through. I was getting bored after I saw the hand and toe holds between the cinder blocks that formed the walls.

So, I sat down and thought about what had been done to Jane. It had to be someone who knew her well. Or someone who had studied her.

I was making mental lists when I heard footsteps, and the door was unlocked.

In walked Rory Graham, with the same swagger he had at Jane's High School Reunion. He wore a suit, and a smirk.

"Bet you're surprised to see me!"

"Not really. Corporations are often let go with a slap on the hand for major crimes."

Now he was snarling. "Rizzoli is a nobody...always has been. She ruined my life, and I'm making her pay."

"I see. So the heart valve malfunction had nothing to do with it. Nor the deaths resulting from it."

"I didn't make the thing. She had no right to smear my name. She took my wife. I take her lezbo girlfriend."

"I fail to see any logic in your statement. And we played we were a couple to fend off Giovanni. You certainly didn't treat your wife as if she had any value to you."

"God, what are you, a computer? No, just a medical examiner. They don't even trust you to treat live people."

I had that sinking feeling when I feel as if I am standing before an ocean of ignorance, trying to catch it in a cup. I just shook my head. "What's the point?"

"The point is to make Rizzoli suffer. I keep you here a couple months, shoot you, and watch her fall apart." Clever, huh?"

I shrugged a shoulder, Considered hitting him in the head with my high heel, and realized it make walking harder. I just sat, waiting for him to go. I had things to do, locks to pick.

TBC