A/N: So, I'm not handling the ending of the last episode of Rizzoli & Isles (6x12) very well. This is my way of dealing with it. I hope you like this little story about Jane trying to find Maura after she is kidnapped as a way of making Jane "pay". More to come soon!
She knew before she asked if Maura was still at BPD. She knew before she called Maura's phone the first time. The pain that had been in the pit of her stomach all day from all the nerves and worry and fear became even more piercing.
It was Maura. Maura was the one the perp had taken to make Jane pay. She had to sit down, as Maura's phone rang and rang. This was the third time with no answer. It was like everything was hitting Jane at once and she had to lean back into the couch, trying to remember the breathing exercises Maura had taught her to help her calm down when she woke up from nightmares.
But Jane knew that this was the worst nightmare she had ever had. And it was real. There would be no waking up from it.
A familiar voice was calling her name. Her Ma.
Jane felt a gentle touch on her knee. She wanted more than anything for that hand comforting her to belong to Maura, but she knew that it wouldn't be. She opened her eyes to her Ma leaning over her, still in her bathrobe, looking very worried.
"Janie? What's wrong?"
She was barely able to get the words out. "It's Maura."
"What happened to Maura?" her mother was asking, but Jane pushed past her and bolted for the front door.
Then she turned to look back at Frankie and Korsak. She would need them.
Jane shook her head, closed her eyes, focused on Maura's face in her mind. This wasn't a time to fall apart. Maura needed her. And Jane needed to find her now.
"Frankie, Korsak. We gotta head back to the station. It's Maura. He took Maura."
She turned away from them, rushing to her car before she could see their faces.
Jane was finishing her second cup of coffee, drumming her fingers and racing through files. She stood next to Nina who was checking numbers on Maura's phone.
"Jane. She was called by this number a little after 11. It was a brief call. And according to the cameras in the parking garage she left almost right after receiving that phone call."
Jane's heart sped up. So, Maura had been called out of the office, probably by the kidnapper to a place where she would be more vulnerable to take.
"Jane!" Frankie called, as he rushed into the room. "Security guard at the front desk said he saw Maura leaving. He asked her if she was heading home, she said she had gotten called to a crime scene. I asked him if she said where. He said he thinks it was Tremont street. I checked and no one else got called to that location."
Jane ran out of the precinct screaming thank you over her shoulder. A lead. She'd take anything at this point, anything.
"Wait, Jane, I'm coming with you!" she heard Frankie shouting behind her.
But she wasn't waiting for anyone. Maura needed her and she'd already let her down in the worst way possible tonight.
There was caution tape that Jane had to duck under to get into the dark building. She had seen Maura's car parked next to it and immediately her heart sped up.
"Korsak, I found Maura's car. 202 Tremont Street. We need a Forensics team over here, NOW," she said, snapping her phone shut before Korsak could ask her any more questions.
She now found herself on her knees beside Maura's cell lying on the ground. She picked it up carefully with gloved hands.
8 missed calls from Jane Rizzoli
Suddenly, the text on the phone got blurry. Jane shook her head, trying to fight the tears. She wasn't allowed to cry right now. She couldn't stop until she'd found Maura. She couldn't cry and feel anything except anger and motivation until she found her best friend.
They had swept the crime scene over and over, with Jane ordering the best from everyone. Everyone was absolutely thorough, she had made sure of it. And yet, she felt like they weren't much closer to finding Maura.
She took a deep breath, her hand on the ignition and about to start her car to head back to BPD when she heard her phone. She grabbed it quickly, ready to talk to this person who took her Maura, ready to beg them and give them anything and everything just so she could see those eyes again.
"Ma," she sighed as she saw the number on the screen, and answered.
But her mother was about to help in more ways than she could ever guess.
Jane stood in Maura's living room, hands on her hips. The ache for Maura was stronger here and she had to try really hard to focus on her mother's ramblings.
"Ma, please just tell me the only parts of this story that I absolutely need to know."
Her mother looked like she was going to yell at Jane, then thought better of it. She stopped, took a breath, and began again.
"There are cameras in the front and back of the place. Maura didn't feel safe in her apartment the last few weeks—"
"Wait, what?"
Maura had felt unsafe in her own home and hadn't told Jane about it? Why the hell not….well, maybe Jane had been too fucking wrapped up in her own shit. She couldn't remember the last time she asked Maura how she was. Oh, god…
Jane could kick herself all night, but it wouldn't do anything to get Maura back. She tried to snap back to the conversation.
"Well, Maura said she was just upping security when I caught her installing the cameras. But she has been fidgety and has looked concerned every time I came to visit her while she was in the house. And I knew there was something more to it."
Angela stopped for a second. "Don't give me that look, Jane! She made me promise not to tell you! She said you had enough on your plate with your apartment being burned down and everything. She said it wasn't anything to worry about."
Normally, Jane would have yelled and gotten absorbed in her anger, confusion and frustration, but now she just ran outside to examine the cameras. There was tape. For the first time that night, Jane felt hope. They might be getting somewhere.
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