Chapter 9


Jane didn't know how many hours had passed since she was last conscious, the room was lighter than it had been before, so she reasoned it must be sometime during the day. She was still tied up and her arms and legs felt uncomfortable and stiff from being immobile; she flexed her muscles trying to improve circulation and it helped to relief the discomfort, marginally. Her head and ribs were still hurting her just as much if not more than the night before, plus she felt feverish and nauseated. Her vision was slightly blurred and she closed her eyes a few times, trying to focus them. It helped a little, enough to take in the room around her.

She was laying on her left side, face towards the wall, she pushed herself over so she could first lay on her back before moving on her right side. A few feet away from her she could make out a bed, but it was difficult to see anything else from her angle on the ground. She pushed herself backwards until she was flush up against the wall and than used all of her strength to slide her body into a sitting position against it. She quickly realized that sitting upright was a bad idea, she closed her eyes again, waiting for the pain and dizziness to subside. She slowly opened them and looked at the bed on the other side of the room, noticing the figure laying on top of it. 'Sam'.


"Sam", she tried but her voice was barely above a whisper, she cleared her throat and tried again. "Sam, wake up buddy!" The boy didn't even stir. Jane looked at the bed, it reminded her of a hospital bed; she let her eyes scan over Sam's body, trying to determine if he was injured. She noticed the IV hooked up to his arm and the bag attached to it, slowly dripping, 'must be some sort of sedative', she thought, 'at least he's alive.' She was trying to stay conscious and figure a way out of her predicament. She berated herself for going inside without back up; what was she thinking.

The worst thing was, nobody would know she was missing, it was Sunday and she wasn't scheduled to go into work till Tuesday; not after the long week she had. Maybe her mom would check up on her if she didn't show up for family dinner, but was she even back from visiting Theresa yet? They hand't made any definite plans for dinner, she had barely even spoken to her mother since Maura left. 'Maura', she thought sadly. Had it only been one week since Maura left town, left her? She wondered what the honey blonde doctor was up to today, probably sitting at Ian's bedside waiting for him to wake up so they can life happily together in Africa. Jane pushed away the negative thoughts, she wasn't making any sense, her fever was starting to make her a little delusional. Maybe she should just lay back down and close her eyes for a little, it was so tempting, she was so tired.


Angela was busy making dinner in Maura's kitchen. She had left messages with all her children and detectives Korsak and Frost to come to Sunday night dinner, she figured it would be nice for Jane to have her co-workers there tonight, maybe Maura's absence wouldn't be as noticeable. She hoped Jane would show up a little earlier so she could talk to her daughter and see what was going on with her.

Tommy was the first to arrive at the house, he had taken Jo Friday with him and put the little mutt on the ground before walking over to Angela and giving her a kiss on the cheek, "hey ma, welcome back."

"Good to be back," Angela smiled, "I had a good time, but it's nice to be home," she pointed at Jo, "you still taking care of Jo?"

"Yeah, I haven't gotten a hold of Jane yet, figured she can take her back tonight." Tommy sat in the living room and put on the tv to watch the baseball game.

"I haven't spoken to your sister either, not since I came back. I tried calling her but it goes straight to voicemail."

"She's probably sleeping and turned her phone off," he smirked, "or she forgot to charge it again."

Angela smiled, 'wouldn't be the first time.'

An hour later Frankie showed up at the house, he took off his shoes and joined his brother on the couch.

"Ma," he yelled towards the kitchen, "is Jane here yet?"

"Not yet," came the response.

Frankie frowned, he was worried about his sister. He had barely spoken to her this week, not since they had found Josh's body on Monday. He had run into her a few times at the precinct during the week, but she had been too busy to stand still for long and really talk to him. She had looked exhausted though.

Frankie had heard through the grapevine at work that Frost, Korsak and Jane had been taken of the case Saturday afternoon and he knew this had to be difficult for his sister.

Frost and Korsak showed up within minutes of each other about half an hour before dinner time. They were surprised that Jane wasn't there yet, they had expected the brunette to sit with her brothers on the couch watching the game, but they weren't too worried, Jane had a habit of being a little late on occasion.

They usually ate dinner at 6pm on Sunday, and it wasn't until 6:40pm that they were starting to get concerned.

"Has anyone spoken to Jane since last night?" Korsak asked.

Everyone shook their head no.

"I am going over to her apartment," Frankie got up out of his chair, "something is not right here."

"I'll go with you," Frost said.

And both of them got into Frankie's car and drove to Jane's apartment.


Fifteen minutes later they were standing in front of Jane's apartment, banging on her door. When they received no answer, Frankie used his key and opened the door. They quickly checked all the rooms, but the apartment was dark and empty. "Nothing," Frankie said, he was increasingly getting more worried about his sister.

"Her car is gone as well," Frost said, "call your mom, tell her to call us the minute Jane shows up and have her send Korsak this way."

"On it," Frankie said before walking to the kitchen to call his mom.

In the mean time, Frost sat down on Jane's couch, 'where are you Jane?'


Jane woke up to someone shaking her, she had fallen asleep perched up against the wall and was now being rudely awakened.

"Wake up, officer," a voice told her, shoving her again.

"Detective," she mumbled.

She felt a hard slap against her face. Jane winced but opened her eyes, taking in the form in front of her. 'Roy!'

"Look who's finally awake," Roy said tilting his head to the right and giving her an insincere smile.

Jane took in the man in front of her, he was an unremarkable looking individual. His hair was dark with a little gray at the sides, average build and height, with no distinctive facial features. Roy was exactly the type of person you would pass on the street and never give another look or thought. However if someone would pause and give Roy a closer look they would notice the hazy look in his grey eyes; as did Jane, she realized the disconnected look in Roy's eyes probably indicated he was in the middle of a psychotic episode. She wasn't an expert, but she had seen the look before, several times actually.

Even though Roy appeared calm, she knew it was deceiving, she had to be very careful here.

"Detective," he said in a sing song voice, "well that's a treat, isn't it."

Jane stayed quiet.

"The Boston Police Department?" he asked.

Jane nodded.

"What department do you work for, 'detective'?" he said almost spitting out the last word.

Jane stayed quiet, and Roy grabbed her by her hair, pulling it backwards, aggravating the pain and dizziness in her head. "I asked you a question, 'detective'," he snarled.

"Homicide," she rasped.

Roy let go of her hair, "very good. Let's play a little game, shall we?", he walked over and stopped next to Sam who was still out cold on the bed. "A game, not unlike the one you 'detectives' played that got my kids killed. But," he held up his finger, "if you play the game well, maybe this kid will survive. Are you up for it, 'detective'?"

"Do with me what you want, but please, let Sam go, he's just an innocent kid," Jane begged.

"NO!," Roy yelled, "I never had a choice and neither will you."

Roy touched the IV that was hooked up to Sam's arm and shut off the drip.

"I'll be back soon, 'detective'. You can go back to sleep now, you'll need your rest for later." And he left the room.


Forst and Korsak were still at Jane's apartment. They had send Frankie back to take care of his mom and to keep them posted if they heard anything from Jane.

Frost was looking through the papers on Jane's coffee table

"I put out a BOLO on her car," Korsak said as he was closing his phone, "where could she possibly be, it's not like we have a case at the moment."

Frost met Korsak 's eyes looking regretful.

"What?" the older detective asked.

"This is going to sound bad, but I'm pretty sure Jane is still working the same case."

"The one we are not supposed to work? Damnit Frost, what are you not telling me?"

Frost looked down at his feet, "When the Lt. took us off yesterday, Jane asked me to make her digital copies of all the files. I told her to be careful, I didn't think it could hurt."

Korsak rubbed his forehead with his hands, "I knew this would happen, I knew she couldn't just let this go."

"You think she found something? Why wouldn't she call us if she did?" Frost asked.

"Knowing Jane she probably didn't want to get yelled at by the Lt. before she found real evidence."

"But why not call us, or me, she knows I would listen to her." Frost sounded frustrated.

"Does she even have her phone? Last I remember she threw it at the wall."

Frost just realizing this, never felt so stupid.

"Well, we have to retrace her steps. I'll look through these papers again, maybe she made some notes and you," Korsak pointed at Jane's laptop, "you do your thing with that."


It was only 4am in the morning, but Maura was already awake. She had booked her flight back to Boston and she was supposed to leave for the airport in 3 hours; she still had to finish some of her packing, but otherwise she was ready to go.

She was so glad this trip was almost over, to be away from everyone and everything she knew and loved had been more difficult than she imagined and it had only been one week.

Maura was glad Ian was going to be ok, he was after all her friend, but now since he was awake and perfectly able to make his own decisions, there was no reason for her to stay. Ian had looked a little confused when she went into her little speech yesterday, but she was pretty sure he understood what she meant.

Maura doubted she would ever see Ian again, but she was ok with that, it didn't make her feel sad. It wasn't like she regretted the time she had spend with him in the past but he had no place in her future.

The blonde doctor smiled thinking she would see Jane again in less than a day.

She needed to talk to the brunette and tell her she was coming home. 'It's only 9pm on Sunday night in Boston, the game should have just ended and they should all still be at my house for family dinner. If I call now surely someone could get Jane on the phone for me,' she thought.

The phone only rang once when Angela picked up. "Hello?", Angela sounded frightened.

"Angela, it's Maura. What's wrong?"

"Oh Maura," Angela started to cry.

"Angela", Maura could feel her throat tighten up and she swallowed before speaking again, "tell me what's going on."

"It's Jane," another sob.

"What happened with Jane?" Maura was panicking now.

"Jane - Jane's missing."

That's the moment when Maura could feel her world come crashing down.