AN: Ahhh! So I am gonna try and write some more… but reviews always inspire. Also kudos… someone caught a mistake in the last chapter. Payphones let you dial 911 for free. I haven't used one in a while so I totally forgot.
A couple of hours later Maura found herself in the Boston PD interrogation room. The walls were a sterile grey and the windows cut angry lines across the otherwise dark room. What had transpired at the youth facility could be summed up in one word: circus. After Maura had run to the field the girls who had not fainted or had been caught up in hysterics had followed. At first no one believed Maura because she was a mess on the floor and wouldn't point the body out to anyone. She kept clinging on to the jumpsuit staring into the distance.
I was with Jane. We were kissing. We rolled over a corpse buried in the ground behind the gym. Her uncle appeared out of nowhere. Why did Jane throw herself at him? What if he was just here to help? Why did I listen? Where are they now? Where could he have taken her? I was only gone for five minutes
It wasn't until the police had shown up that Maura was able to point out the body. She refused to let go of the jumpsuit but evidence finally had convinced Maura to part with the only thing connecting Jane and Maura to the scene. The Winstor girls had been escorted back to the bus except Maura who had agreed to speak to the detectives. The heat had become excessive and the detectives had decided it was better to talk to Maura in a place away from what was looking like a homicide investigation.
"Miss Isles. If you would, describe what happened in the field this morning. Every detail that you can remember."
What details couldn't she remember? Maura concentrated on the empty coffee mug in her hands took a deep breath and began to recount the morning. Maura couldn't shake the feeling that every moment she was here talking was a moment in which Jane could be lost.
Jane could hear shuffling and creaking but when she tried to open her eyes she saw nothing. She was blindfolded. A pounding in her head started as soon as she had tried to open her eyes.
Jane tried to move. Her hands and feet were bound. She was sideways on what felt like wood. The grain was rough on her cheek. Her mouth was dry except for the tang of iron on her tongue. Jane licked her lips. Angelo… The memory invaded her conscious and increased the pounding in her head.
"Can't you count?" Jane yelled as she held on to her uncle's wide waist. Angelo had been caught by surprise, knocked off balance by Jane's low tackle but he was quickly regaining the edge. Jane's slender frame was no match for Angelo's, especially the eighty pound weight difference. Jane heard Maura's footsteps dig into the dirt and for a second Jane felt relieved. The whole situation had spiraled. The look on Angelo's face had set off an alarm in Jane. It was cold, empty, and dark. It wasn't the same guy who days earlier had encouraged her to stay away from a life of crime. Any thoughts of doubt Jane had about her actions were instantly banished when Angelo reached for his nightstick. Realizing what Angelo intended to do with it, Jane tried to wrest the stick from Angelo's waist. Jane felt pressure on her neck. Angelo wasn't messing around. Jane's grip on the night stick weakened as her consciousness slipped. The last thing she remembered was Angelo's cold angry eyes and a flash of black steel.
Bastard knocked me out after he choked me out. Jane scowled. Dirty tricks, lies, and a dead body. Jane wiggled in frustration and realized that she was sans jumpsuit. And he stripped me! She shifted her weight feeling her arms and legs brush against the grain of the floor. She still had her tank top and shorts on. The shuffling and the creaking had stopped.
"Janie" Angelo's voice echoed. He was close, in the same room. Jane rolled her eyes to no one in particular. Angelo sounded like he was near her head. "Janie. I know you are awake. I am incredibly sorry for what happened." Jane scoffed.
"You beat me with your night stick and stripped me!" Jane said angrily.
"I only removed your jumpsuit. Bright orange is eye catching. Add to that an unconscious bleeding girl someone might have noticed."
"I'm glad that your intelligence kicked in now. Why weren't you thinking when you buried that body?"
"Careful Janie. You aren't in a position to be sassy." Angelo's heavy footsteps got closer until Jane could smell the leather polish on his boots. She resisted the urge to flinch as she felt Angelo crouch and forcibly turn her face up with his callused hands. His breath was hot on her face. "You have no idea what is going on." Jane wrenched her face away from Angelo smacking herself on the floor. The throbbing in her skull increased triple fold.
"Ow." Jane said grimacing. She hated feeling vulnerable and confused. Had she had a plan when she attacked Angelo? She wasn't sure anymore. Angelo chuckled.
"Stubborn as always." Angelo steps thudded away from Jane. "I'm going to let you cool off and when you do we can talk civil like." Jane growled rolling on to her back trying to ease the pressure on her head. Most of her right side had fallen asleep. She could probably attempt to roll away but she couldn't be sure what was in the room.
What was going on? Life had made sense only hours ago. Now she was tied up and bleeding who knows where with her deranged uncle. God I hope Maura's safe…
"Were you aware that Miss Rizzoli was related to Officer Bertrand?
"She was?" Maura's eyebrows raised.
"He is her uncle." Maura deadpanned. Jane hadn't mentioned that to her or had she? Then again they had had limited communication the last time they had met and she had been thoroughly distracted.
"Do you have any idea why Jane would have tackled her uncle after finding the body?" Maura shook her head. "Did he say anything?" Maura frowned.
"No." In fact not one word had been passed between the two. Maura's conviction was starting to falter. Why had Jane done it?
"Do you think Jane was trying to keep her uncle from finding out about the body?"
"What?" Maura squawked. "Do you think Jane is responsible for this?"
"Miss Isles. We are looking into all leads. Your friends' behavior was slightly irrational and now she and her uncle are missing. Both are tied closely to the scene of the crime."
"That is preposterous. Sure some details may raise suspicion but Jane Rizzoli is a good person." Maura was now standing. The mug tipped over clattering onto table. The homicide detective sighed. Maura knew how this sounded. She was defending a juvenile delinquent she had known for a few days but she wasn't going to let this detective walk out with the wrong picture of Jane.
"Miss Isles. We are not placing blame. Please take a seat." Maura blinked snapping out of her anger nodding wearily.
"I apologize. I just want Jane to be found." Maura said slightly composed.
"So do we Miss Isles. I think that is enough for now. We will give you a call if we have any other questions. Thank you." Maura nodded. She let herself be escorted from the room. She found herself in the lobby. Her parents had been notified but they were on the Cape for the summer so she would have to call the family driver when she was ready to go home. She headed toward the payphone. How is this happening? Where is Jane? She signed loudly to herself.
"Maura?" The blond turned to her name.
"Hannigan? Michi?" Hanna and Michelle smiled.
"Its Hanna and Michelle." Hanna said still smiling.
"Those are our team nicknames." Michelle piped in.
"What are you doing here?" Maura said stepping away from the phone.
"They interviewed everyone who had seen Jane and Bertrand this morning."
"Did you know that Jane and Officer Bertrand were related?" Michelle and Hanna nodded.
"He was always getting us out of trouble at the rec." Maura smiled sadly. The innocence of the morning seemed like a far away dream.
"So now what?" Michelle asked glumly. Hanna shrugged.
"Coach let us off practice for the day. Mostly because the rec is closed for investigation."
"Yeah. Only a dead body could end practice. Thought coach was trying to kill us today." Michelle paused. "You don't think coach did it do you Hanni?" Michelle's serious face elicited a friendly punch from Hanna.
"I don't know Mitchi. Let's hope not and don't call me Hanni. I hate that" Hanna's smile faded as she saw the look on Maura's face. "You ok?"
"How are you two making jokes when Jane is missing?" Maura said bringing her hands up to her face. Warm tears began to cloud her vision.
"Jane is a fighter." Hanna said softly gently tugging Maura's hands away from her face. "And also…" her voice dropped to a whisper "We have a plan to find her."
"A plan?" Maura said incredulously, "I am pretty sure the police have a plan."
"Yeah, but the popo don't know these streets like we do." Michelle said throwing up gang signs. Hanna rolled her eyes but continued.
"First things first we gotta talk to B-Frost."
"B-Frost?"
"He's the eyes and ears of the alleys." Michelle whispered. "And wicked cute."
"And my cousin!" Hanna said protectively.
"Tomato potato." Michelle said shrugging.
"To-mah-toh." Maura corrected her. Michelle pouted. Hanna shook her head.
"You wanna come?" Maura looked uncomfortable. What would her parents think? What could three teenage girls do that the police couldn't? Maura shifted her feet playing with her ring. She licked her lips nervously. Lips Jane had kissed. Jane… She looked resolutely at Hanna and Michelle.
"As famous chemist James Bryant once said: 'Behold the turtle. He makes progress only when he sticks his neck out'"
"Wha?" Michelle said confused. Maura smiled timidly.
"It means let's go." Maura felt better walking out of the station. Maybe joining up with the girls would lead to nothing but at least it couldn't be said that she didn't try. Just hold on Jane…
AN: Yes I snuck some actual characters in! Lets see who else we can find. I made it to CT and Boston. Feels great. Whoot cannoli!
