It wasn't meant to go down this way.
He swallowed hard as his eyes furtively followed the pacing of the woman in front of him. He didn't know how long he had left to live. It was as simple as that. The woman continued pacing, her hand clenched tightly around the Glock that would be his end.
Why did I think this would be so damn easy?
Heart racing, he tried so hard to calm his nerves. The sweat pouring from his hands didn't help his attempts to undo the bindings that tied his arms behind the rickety wooden chair he was sitting on; legs also bound.
Abruptly the woman stopped pacing; turning her attention back to the man she had tied to the chair. The small streams of light that filtered through the boarded up windows ensured the unbridled rage in her dark eyes was clearly visible. "Where is she?" her voice husky and hoarse.
She's gonna kill me.
He turned his head away and fixated on the boards. They were in the middle of a run down part of town, this shop front long abandoned; just like he was. His colleagues had completed their task, but had left him to take the fall. He knew his life was forfeit. There was no way out of this, if she didn't kill him his boss would.
Two long strides and her free hand wrapped around his chin, pulling his gaze back to her and the Glock that she planted squarely against his forehead. "Where is she?" she repeated more forcefully.
It wasn't like he had much of a choice in deaths to choose from either. She was going to shoot him, or his boss was going to shoot him. He felt the warmth and wetness from involuntary urination spread along the crotch of his pants. He closed his eyes.
She's a cop, would she really...
She smashed the side of his head with the butt of her gun, just hard enough to hurt and force him to open his eyes. She needed information from him first. "Where's Maura?"
A crooked smile formed across his face as he spat at his captor. "Dead."
If she isn't yet, she will be soon.
He knew he shouldn't be goading the woman. She was clearly unhinged. He didn't really blame her. It was quite clear this woman cared deeply for the woman he and his colleagues had abducted. He had just been doing his job. He closed his eyes again. "Just make it quick."
The crackling of her radio granted him a reprieve, as she swallowed hard and tried to force down the rage that she had allowed to overcome her. She unhooked the radio from her belt and brought it to her face, "Tell me you found her Vince."
I hope not.
He knew that if they had found Doctor Maura Isles, they would have only found her body. His boss had no intention of ever letting her live. There was a message to be sent to Paddy Doyle.
Really unfortunate for you to have been Doyle's offspring Ms. Isles. Unfortunate for us both.
He fidgeted harder as he felt the binds on his wrists start to loosen, perhaps he would live to fight another day. He didn't have long though, this he knew as he heard the words crackle through the radio, "Jane, you need to return to BPD."
Her back was turned to him as she heard the solemn voice of her partner crackle through the air. He ripped his bindings off and quickly reached to untie the ropes around his ankles.
I guess it's my lucky day after all.
He rose to his feet free of the ties that bound, only to stop in his tracks as the woman spun around, Glock aimed squarely at his head.
Fuck.
He was dead before his body hit the floor. The last thing he had heard was another voice crying out, "Rizzoli!"