I don't own them, just borrowing.
Jane Rizzoli was being handcuffed and taken away. All Maura could so was stare, she didn't believe it, she couldn't believe and yet there it was happening. Jane Rizzoli had done the most unthinkable thing, she betrayed her fellow cops. Jane Rizzoli was a trader, a dirty cop.
Jane struggled, trying to get away from it all. It was no use; the policewoman had a tight hold on her. The policewoman looked scrawny, but she wasn't what she seemed.
Jane tried to pull away. The policewoman wouldn't have it. Jane was forced onto her knees. Jane was smacked across her face. Blood flew. Jane spit out blood, not letting this stop her. Jane was still fighting the policewoman, wanting and needing to get away.
By the time Jane was exhausted of fighting, her face was badly bruised, her lips swollen and still bleeding and her right eye was all black and blue. Jane's wrists were bruised and all bloody. Jane Rizzoli was pale, she looked like death itself.
Maura Isles woke up sweating. Her silk pajamas were soaked, her hair sticking to her face. She was still frightened, she had never dreamed of Jane in danger. Maura reached for her phone, as she did so it started ringing.
Maura Isles was asleep peacefully until she realized she couldn't move her arms and her legs. Her eyes opened. Maura realized her wrists were crossed and tied neatly against the head board. Her legs were straight and tied at the ankles. She heard someone in the room, but couldn't see them. She couldn't see a thing.
Maura tugged at the restraints on her wrists, only making them tighter. "No," she whispered.
"You are going to die and Detective Jane Rizzoli will not be able to do a thing about it," a man's voice said.
Immediately Maura froze, she knew exactly who it was, Hoyt was back.
She felt his presence right next to her. He was changing the game. He wanted everyone who ever talked to Jane, he wanted them to die.
Maura felt the blade of his scalpel right against her neck. Maura never made a sound. Hoyt slowly started cutting her neck. He wanted her to bleed slowly.
Jane bolted up. Her tank top dripping with sweat and her hair matted against her head. It was the first time Jane dreamed of Maura in trouble, let alone in the hands of Hoyt.
Jane reached for her phone and dialed a number she knew by heart.
"Hello?" was all Maura could muster. The usual Isles was far from her mind.
There was a pause. "Maura…" Jane finally said.
"Jane…" whispered Maura, her voice sounding really small. "Are you… are you okay?"
"Nightmare," responded Jane. She hesitated. "Can we just…" she sighed "stay on the line and not talk?" There were no words from the other end. "Maura I am…"
"Yes," Maura cut her off. "I was going to ask the same thing."
"Thank you," whispered Jane.
Not long afterwards both Maura and Jane fell asleep.
I know it is short. Please leave reviews. If there are any ideas I am welcome to them.