Jane realized that her breathing had slowed again, and she turned her head to focus on her surroundings. She was between two giant metal crates and she smelled nothing but fish and oil. Now that her ears had stopped pounding, she could hear the waves lightly crashing into the pier and the sole light in the area buzzing loudly as it flickered. She glanced at her watch waited with baited breath. She needed to get to a phone as soon as possible. She had been too afraid to leave her hiding place…
But suddenly she realized she wasn't alone there.
She whipped around as a shadow emerged behind her, raising her gun. Somehow, the figure reached her just in time to grab her gun and twist it out of her hand. He struck her across the face with the butt of the gun, instantly drawing blood and suddenly his other hand was at Jane's neck, pinning her to the cold hard surface of the crate.
Jane screamed and her hands shot up to the strong hand that was choking her, attempting to free herself. The last thing she saw before blacking out was the sickening smile that spread over the face of her attacker.
Detective Rizzoli blinked awake in complete darkness. She noticed that one of her eyes was almost sealed shut from inflammation. A dull pain covered her face and body and she realized that she had been beaten badly. Her wrists were tightly bound behind her back and there was tape across her mouth. Jane's mind gradually cleared and the more she came to, the more she began to panic.
Why did I come here alone?
A tear burned down her cheek and she felt completely hopeless for the first time in a very long time.
Although her brain was still very fuzzy, she tried to recall why she had made the poor decisions that had led her to this dire situation.