Missing That Certain Spark: Chapter Nine: The Cliché's Begins!
A few hours ago
Paddy broke the surface of the water, gasping for air, watching as the stars in his vision dissolved away. Looking back, he could only see Jane collapse onto the car roof. As FBI agents ran into the water, and dragged her away into the blue van.
I ain't gonna be any use to Rizzoli from here, I need to… I need… what can I do? I can't just bust her out I've got no men left… I don't own anyone… well maybe a few. Oh god Rizzoli you're on your own on this one…
Paddy cursed in his mind, swimming to a bank nearby. Pulling himself up, he realized how dark it was and Boston at nighttime showed no mercy to those who did not like the cold. Being in drenched clothing was not a helping factor either… a strong cold wind blew around what Paddy remembered as a park. The wind causing him to chatter his teeth, as the coldness cut through his clothing.
I need to get out of here…
Paddy walked as quickly as he could, hoping his toes wouldn't fail him now and his fingers would just keep the circulation going for just a bit longer.
In the foggy distance, Paddy could make out a figure… near aluminous lights… obviously a night club. Just as Paddy approached him, the smell of alcohol filled his senses.
"Woooahh!" The man called out, probably a tad over his limits that what he should be. "You're a bit too old to be skinny dipping, don't ya think granddad?" He said a cocky smirk on his lips.
God how I'd like to punch him…
Doyle realized this man would be useless to him for any information, so he continued to walk on.
The 'drunken' man spun round and dashed into the club, taking his phone out.
Just found Doyle should I bring him in? He sent the text, waiting for a reply. Soon his phone buzzed in response.
No, but hold him in the area. We will be in your location in Five minutes aprox.
Quickly locking the phone, the man rushed back outside noticing the man was still running distance away.
"Hey! Hey! You! Have I seen you somewhere before?" He asked Doyle eagerly, stumbling up to him, hoping his acting skills wouldn't fail him now.
"No I don't think you have." Doyle responded, hoping he would leave him alone so he could figure out where the hell he was.
Turning to look at a bus stop he noticed he was still in south Boston.
"I think I have…" The man started to grin like an idiot. "You don't need to be modest… you were that guy off of Friends! How you doin'?" The man asked grinning even more.
"What are you on about?" Paddy asked. "Just get out of OOOOF!"
Doyle fell to the floor, trying to figure out what had just happened.
I've been hit on the head you idiot! Get up and fight! Oh god, how old are ya? Ya old codger! Paddy cursed his age, when everything started to go dark…
Later…
"Doyle!"
"Doyle!"
"God damn it what?!" The elderly man grumbled, annoyed that he couldn't even remember where he was, what had happened, but then all the memories came rushing back to him. How Jane had been captured by the FBI, how he'd swam away from the scene, but then…
That dirty bastard…
Paddy remembered the man had distracted him from noticing someone sneak up on him and knock him old cold… probably a bat. Felt like it…
Opening his eyes, his vision soon started to clear. The room was dimly lit, but his surroundings seemed familiar. Looking across for the source of the voice, he noticed a woman…
Not a woman… his little girl. She was tied up to a chair as was he.
"Maura." He grumbled, only to hear his voice fail him. It sounded like a donkey chocking. "Maura." He tried again, this time his voice stronger.
"Doyle what's happening?" Maura asked, for a second Maura had thought about saying dad.
That's just ridiculous, probably just a side effect of being kidnapped!
"I don't know… are you ok Maura?" Paddy asked.
"I'm fine." Maura responded quite coldly "Where's Jane?"
Looking into his daughter's eyes.
"I honestly don't know. Boston Prison maybe…"
"Oh god, she could be injured or something worse! Oh if something-"
"Maura, calm down. Rizzoli will be fine, she's a strong fighter. And if she's fighting for what I think she is, she ain't' goin' down so easy."
"What is she fighting for?" Maura asked curiously.
"I saw her at the BPD when she broke you and your friends out." Maura couldn't help but blush.
"A father knows these things." Doyle said with a smile, despite the pain in his wrists as the ropes burned away.
And for the first time, Maura didn't correct him.
Now…
"Come on Doyle… pick up…" Jane cursed, as the sound of a non answering phone seemed to drain the hopes in Jane's mind. Putting the phone down, Jane growled in annoyance. Starting the car back up, Jane drove to the place that held her only hope of getting out of this situation. Maura's house.
She hadn't seen the doctor for ages, and was now worried about what her previous actions had done to the doctor… surly Maura wouldn't hate her… Maura doesn't do 'hate' she just does 'strong dislike.' And even that's a bit of a stretch.
That's probably one of the top things Jane loved about Maura, her ability to find goodness in any decent human being.
All this thinking made Jane's heart ache for the doctor even more.
Climbing back up the same way, Jane was surprised to find that no one was there. Despite the early hours of the morning.
But then something else struck Jane as strange… there were no uniforms guarding the place, surely anyone would have guessed Rizzoli would have come here.
Suddenly Jane spotted something moving in the corner of her eye. Spinning round with her pistol whipped out, Jane lowered her defense when she noticed the turtle crawling towards her.
"Hey there turtle man." The turtle made a hissing sound, causing Jane to jump a bit "Oh right, sorry. Mr. Tortoise." The tortoise looked quite contempt with the apology made by the far larger human being. Jane's eyes narrowed down to the shell, noticing a piece of paper had been stuck onto it.
Picking it off the tur- tortoise's shell, Jane realized it was a number.
Dialing the number on her phone, it was answered immediately. Somehow this had been made as a video call, god how technology could surprise you these days.
"Rizzoli" Someone said, their voice sounding threatening but with a hint of glee in it.
Jane's eyes widened and her jaw dropped at the sight. Maura and Doyle were tied to chairs, with a dim light bulb above them.
"Let them go you bastard." Jane cursed, already feeling the anger heat up in herself as she already planned how she would kill the people responsible for this.
"Oh all in good time, but I think we need to play a little game first. It's called make the decisions fast. In this case, you have a whole day to decide."
"Are you crazy or something? I'm not going to play this game with people's lives as stake here!"
"Rizzoli!" Doyle called out "Don't worry about us; these people are just a bunch of mama girls." A dark figure stepped out, their face masked as they thru a hand at Doyle. "They even hit like girls!"
Only Doyle could remain his composure so well in a situation like this.
"What do you want?" Jane demanded on the phone.
"Well that's really for you to decide Jane…" The way this person said Jane's name gave her goose bumps. "Would you like to save your friends, or save Boston from utter chaos?"
"What are you on about?!"
"There has been a bomb placed somewhere in Boston, it is scheduled to be detonated in 24hrs starting from the moment you made this call. Or you could try and track down your girlfriend and her daddy."
Jane's growl echoed around the room.
"Jane!" Maura's voice called out "Find that bomb! Don't worry about us!"
God damn it Maura, why'd ya have to do this to me?!
"Remember Rizzoli. Twenty four hours. Better get started."
Well this was a very quick turn…
Anyway, Reviews please
