Hey guys! I got this idea from BensonandStabler. I haven't done it from the get-go to do a 100 days, so I will start today, and there are 58 days until the premiere (February 25). I got most of these ideas from the Tumblr acc rizzlesficprompts. Also, I don't want to do a fic a day because I'm anxious and just can't do that. So, I may update a bunch every day, but in the end there will be 58 fics total.

Hope you enjoy!

The Girl on the Other End

I'm scared. I'm so scared.

I had never been scared in my entire life. I'm a cop; I'm not supposed to be scared.

But I am.

I had been captured by Hoyt. Again.

"Janie." I slowly opened my eyes, and saw him hovering over me, wielding a scalpel. "Janie, wake up." I gasped as I realized what was happening and moved away from him as he brought to scalpel to my neck.

"Hi, Janie," he smiled, running the cold metal down my jawbone, and I shivered. "Don't make this too hard, okay? Just let me finish what I started." He pressed the scalpel into my neck, and slowly moved it. I groaned as my neck raged with pain, blood streaming down into my hair. I whimpered as he slowly put his hand up my shirt, his cold fingers sending chills all throughout my body.

"Be a good girl, Janie," he said, unbuttoning his pants, "and it wont hurt too bad." A gunshot rang through the air, and Hoyt fell over. I cried and screamed, and Frost ran over to me.

"Jane," he said, "Jane it's okay." He cut the duct tape off of my hands and feet, and pulled me into a hug. "It's okay," he said, rubbing circles on my back. "He's gone."

He will never be gone.

I sat on my couch, staring at my gun.

No, I thought, I can't do it.

You have to do it, I argued with myself.

No, if you do it, you'll be in hell with Hoyt

If you do it, it'll be all over. Forever. All your worries will be gone.

No, they won't. What about your family? Tommy, Frankie, Ma... Pa. What about Frost and Korsak? Frost looks up to you. He can't say goodbye to you.

Do it Janie, Hoyt's voice said in my head, I miss you.

Jane, don't do it, Masaid.

I heard Frankie, Ma, Pa, Tommy, Frost, Korsak... Hoyt. All the voices became too much, overcrowding my thoughts, and I brought my hands up to my forehead.

"Shut up!" I yelled out loud. I gasped for air, laying my head on the back of the couch. I had an idea, quickly sitting up, and grabbed my phone. I dialed the number, and it rang twice before there was a click.

"Hello." A voice on the other end said. "This is Suicide Hotline, how may I help you?" Jane sighed, taking a deep breath.

"I- I... I don't know," I said. "I'm hanging up."

"No," the voice said. "Please, don't. Talk to me. I'm here."

"Um... okay. This isn't really for me, though. I, uh... I don't know what to say."

"Well," the girl on the other end sighed. "Let's start with introductions. I'm Maura."

"Jane."

"Okay, Jane. What do you do for a living?"

"I'm a cop... at BPD."

"Okay. Did you call because you felt... scared? Useless? What?"

"I felt... I felt like killing myself."

"Why?"

"Because, I- I ... I got kidnapped. Again." I ran my thumb over the scars on my hands before I continued. "The man, he- he rapes girls while their husband watches, and then he kills the husband and takes the wife, killing her. This was the second time he's kidnapped me. He- the first time he stabbed scalpels in my hands... I, uh- I have a scar on my neck from where he cut me. It happened again tonight. If it wasn't for my partners, Detective Frost and Detective Korsak, I would've gotten raped... and possibly be dead."

"And why did you want to kill yourself?"

"Because, I- I feel useless. He makes me vulnerable. I'm a cop, I'm not supposed to be vulnerable. I want it all to end, I want him gone. He's dead, but... he'll never truly be gone."

"Well, Jane.. do you have parents? Siblings?"

"Yes. My Ma and Pa, my younger brothers Frankie and Tommy, and," I smiled at the thought of him, "my nephew TJ."

"Just think Jane... think about how they would feel if you took your own life. Think about little TJ growing up without an aunt. Your brothers look up to you, I'm sure." I like this Maura person. She's nice.

"Yes," I smiled. "They do. My Ma always tells me that everything I do, Frankie has to do."

"Well, just imagine... Frankie finding out what happened. Imagine how crushed your family would be... how crushed Detective Frost and Korsak would be." I thought about that for a minute. Shes right. I can't do that to them.

"Okay, I- I won't do it."

"You promise me?"

"Promise," I simply said.

"Jane," she said softly. "You promise?" I smiled.

"I- I promise." I wish I could meet Maura. She seems really nice.

Jane and I talked for hours. We talked about her; her life, her family, her childhood, her job. Just... her. We didn't talk about me.

Which is fine. Jane is very interesting. She's funny and witty, too. She seems like a tomboy, which is funny, because I'm the complete opposite.

I hope someone else took my calls... if not, someone could be dead. And it's my fault. Wait, no.. no technically, I'm off work. But I'm still using my work phone. So, no one called my phone. No ones dead. Thank goodness.

"Maura?" Jane asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yes, Jane? I'm sorry. I was thinking."

"About?" Jane asked.

"A lot of things."

"Like?"

"Hmm," I said trying to think of something to say. "You." I didn't want to lie. I don't like lying, so I never do it.

"Really?" Jane asked. I swear, I can feel Jane smiling on the other end.

"Yes," I simply said.

"What about me?"

"That you're very nice. And funny."

"I like you, Maura," Jane said. I think she's smiling again. "I like you a lot."

So? Thoughts?

Also, how long do you want this short fic to last? How many chapters? Remember, each chapter counts as a day, 58 days total. I have 5 prompts but I can get more. So, how many chapters? No less than 1. How many?

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