This chapter is inspired by Ed Sheeran's cover of The Parting Glass. I know this story is long over due for an update, hopefully this sets things in motion for more. Hopefully, enjoy.
Frankie's stomach clenched and he stood with that dreadful note in his hand, trying to keep it steady.
Tommy stood beside him, reading the note. He barely got through the whole thing the first time.
Tommy recklessly yelled at the other 5 policemen, "This is a crime scene! What are you doing! Do something! That's my damn sister for God's sake." He shook his head and banged his fist down on his older sister's car.
The others were frantically calling, notifying, gathering information- doing their job.
Tommy wouldn't stop, "Who's this jerk Daffy Duck? It's your job to keep us safe! You can't even keep your selves safe! That's my sister!"
Frankie still stood with the paper in his hand; he looked up to Tommy, who was screaming aimlessly, his throat vein popping, his hands waving around as he tried desperately to express himself- truly a Rizzoli.
"Hey, Tommy, calm down. They're trying to their job. We're gonna find her," Frankie tried to reason with Tommy but he wouldn't listen.
"Some sick fuck's got Jane! Don't tell me everything's gonna be fine." Tommy's voice was on the verge of breaking, "She's my sister…"
Frankie grabbed Tommy's shoulder forcefully, grounding him, keeping him from waving aimlessly.
"Hey, listen to me, she's my sister too. But you screaming at all of us isn't helping bring her back." Frankie told his younger brother firmly. "We gotta work together, call Frost, I'll call Kor"-
Tommy cut him off, "You smell that?" He sniffed again.
"What?" Frankie asked agitated and confused, sniffing the air, and then himself.
Realization crossed Tommy's face, "Everyone! Run! Bomb!"
He grabbed Frankie, and continued to scream, trying to notify the others, "Bomb! Run!"
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"So Jane," Danker stared down at her as she squirmed and shifted to try and put her self in front of Maura. "I dearly hope you didn't like your car too much. I know all you detectives get a free car, but still, sentimental value and all. I really hope you won't be missing it too much, I don't want any bad blood between us. I think we're really starting to get to know each other- wouldn't want to spoil a blooming friendship, would we?" He smiled to reveal his slightly ajar teeth, one being silver.
Jane snarled up at him, "What did you do?"
"Well, you see, maybe if you ask a little nicer…"
Jane ignored his little game, and tried to look around him to see where she was.
All she saw, apart from his ghastly face, was blue walls, a rusty ceiling with wooden beams stripping across it, and a row of what looked like motor vehicles covered in white plastic. She had been working on freeing her hands, but her palms were too sweaty.
Danker slammed his hand down on the edge of the trunk, regaining her attention, "Maura, where's Jane's little brother, the screw up one? Have you seen him around?"
Jane's hands clutched the wire around his hands and tried to push it off- there was a sting, and blood started to drip down her wrists. Tommy, her gut clutched painfully.
Tommy and Maura.
Jane didn't see it, but Maura's face fell into painful recognition. She gasped, "N-no, no, you couldn't…" She heaved, and couldn't regain her breath. A tear fell down her cheek, "No!"
Tommy and Maura.
Jane stopped fiddling with the wire for a second to hear the catch in Maura's breath.
Her eyes hostile, her voice desperate, her hand bleeding, Jane growled, "Leave her alone you sadistic son of a bitch!"
"Jane- I… I'm so sorry." Maura's voice broke in Jane's ear, sticky tears tickling her jaw line.
Tommy and Maura.
"Oh Maura, dear, what have you to be sorry for? Did you blow Jane's little rescue team up? I thought that was me, but I guess you were the one to tell them where to go, weren't you, you little smarty pants?" Danker asked completely serious, looking genuinely concerned. "Of course, you had to be there first, didn't you? To save the big dyke detective?" He snickered at himself, and shook his head, "Of course you did."
Jane tried with all her strength to pull off the wire, but so far she only budged it about a hair. "What ever you did to my brother, I swear you'll die for it. You hear me? You'll die." Jane told Danker, using the only power she had over him; her words.
Maura shook her head, "I'm so sorry Jane, I never meant for any of this… I told them to go, for backup, I didn't think this would happen… Oh, Jane"-
"Yes, yes, very sad and all. Now kindly shut up, I just came to… well, why did I come? Oh, yes. If either of you gives me any trouble, such that you try and open this trunk… Well, the car explodes. And, oh yes, in approximately 14 hours, you will be sent to your deaths, in this very car. Oh yes, scream to your hearts content, no one will hear you. Happy sleeping, ladies." And with a wide taunting smile he shut the trunk, and it was dark again.
Jane screamed in vain, boiling tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, "You're a dead man, Danker!"
Her voice broke, and then her mask of resistance did.
The only thing connecting Jane to the world was the pressure of Maura's head into the side of her own. The weight of Maura's legs entangled in her own, the hot tears which were not her own drying on her cheeks.
The darkness engulfed her, and she slowly started to settle into it, in a furry of panic, pain, and finally acceptance.
She would save Maura, that was definite. Her own savior, however, might never come.
