It is 5 am and Jane Rizzoli has her eyes wide open. She was going crazy about the high temperature. It was over a 100 degrees and she was floating out of her bed. Not literally, but she was soaking wet. Her shorts and sleeveless top sticked to her body. She got up and went to the kitchen. She stopped when she entered the hall where the light was on. She was sure about switching the light off. She pulled up her shoulders and walked further down the kitchen. She didn't like what her eyes had caught. Her place was ransacked. The sofa was flipped upside down, her dresser drawers were open and the floor had a carpet of paper. She saw a silhouette sitting at the bar. She didn't know who it was because that part was dark. Like the person knew she was coming. "Turn around! Who are you! Let me see your hands!" Jane yelled. Her heart was trotting in her throat.

Slowly the person turned around. When Jane saw old skin, she got real scared.

"What are you doing here? I thought I locked you up?"

"Not everything goes the way we want it Jane." It was a low dark voice. It had a little crack in it. It sounded devious.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Finish what I started."

Silence strikes as neither of them were talking. Jane was frozen of fear. She didn't even reached for her gun. Not that it was making sense if she did because she left it in the bedroom. She left it on her night stand. Maybe it's a good idea to just put in the drawer in the living room next time. If she did this time, the person in front of her would've found it. So maybe it's a good thing she left it in the bedroom.

The person, who appeared to be a man, stood up and was looking at Jane. He moaned.

"Looking fine."

Jane put up her angry look like she was going to eat him.

"You have no right to tell me I look fine. Creep." She added.

Still frozen of fear, the man came closer. She didn't move. She couldn't move. It was like she was nailed to the ground. It hurts.

When the man stood in front of her, not even one millimeter away she stopped breathing. Afraid of what was going to happen.

"You smell nice Jane." That sounded even more creepier than what he said before. It was like he was loving it, seeing her scared. She still didn't breath, she was still scared.

"You aren't scared of me, are you?" He talked slow. You could fall asleep from it. But not Jane, she was wide awake, and had her eyes wide open.
Then, as a surprise, the man turned around, and walked out of her apartment. "See you next time!" he added, before leaving the hallway to her apartment.
Jane was starting to breath again. She was breathing fast.