Okay readers I thought I would spoil you with another chapter this week. This was a fast one to type and is shorter than the last few. I really Hope you like reading this chapter as much as I did reading it. So until chapter twelve is done and up thank you for reading and as always enjoy.

Chapter 11: Captured

Eleven thirty in the morning the police department was buzzing, everything moving swiftly no one seemed to take even a momentary pause. Things almost seemed normal downstairs for most of the subcategories inside the precinct – narcotics, major crimes, special victims unit even the evidence locker was filled with activity. Upstairs in Homicide it was a different, Korsak and Frost had already gone out to follow up on a lead given to them by Harris, two other detectives I had no experience with sat at their desks typing at a slow pace. Things here with me weren't normal at all, there was no joking, no laughing, no Maura, the place was covered with a gloom. It was probably more of my perception of the office that made it so cold, knowing Maura was missing had changed the air completely. Not even the idea of IA coming in to tell me I was being formally removed the case bothered me- they could do what they wanted to my job if Maura was severely injured or killed because of me I wouldn't have a place at BPD any longer.

Even though last night I had gotten the most sleep I've had since the start of the case I felt weak and tired. There was also a dull pain that radiated through my body constantly, caused by being slammed into a windshield proceeded by being thrown into the pavement. My back, thigh and stomach were covered in bruises having taken the brunt of the hit; my face and neck had sustained a large amount of small cuts that were common occurrences after being hit by a car. I looked like hell and everyone took notice to it, giving me sideways glances or staring at me as I passed by. Under normal circumstances I would have said something to get them all to quit, but I let it go. I never agree with your methods… just promise you'll be careful… maybe being careful was the wrong thing to do, maybe I had to act without thinking (like I usually did) and ignore the consequence that I may not make it out.

"Rizzoli my office," Cavanaugh said sticking his head into the room. "We need to talk."

I glanced down at the scars on my hands before I pushed myself out of the chair and slowly made my way to Cavanaugh, who held the door open for me. He walked next to me as we walked down the hall towards his office. Over the years I had been a homicide detective I'd had different Lieutenants who I worked under such as Joe Grant and I had visited that office often. If Cavanaugh ever ordered me into his office it usually meant someone had gotten pissed off because of a warrant I tried to obtain or because of unorthodox methods I sometimes resorted to when the situation called for that. Those times I was usually accompanied by either Korsak or Frost or both, this time I was alone but not with Cavanaugh- Captain Wolfe and the Deputy Chief of Police both were present as well. From the smug look on Wolfe's face I knew in my gut that something had happened, which wasn't good for me or Maura.

"You look like hell Rizzoli," Wolfe said snidely as I entered the office with Cavanaugh.

"Yeah this is what happens when you do real police work," I shot at him.

Wolfe didn't seem to expect my snide remark because the smug look he once had faded some. Cavanaugh sighed with a shake of his head as he took a seat behind his desk; he agreed with me fully but he didn't want to have to deal with it today.

"Detective we wanted to talk to you about your actions regarding the case you're currently involved with," the Chief said in attempt to avoid a shouting match. "You should probably take a seat."

"I'll stand," I said. "I assume this is about my outburst the other day?"

"Among other things, yes," the Chief said. "I understand this case if extremely personal to you, and I understand that every so often two officers go at each other's throats I myself am no exception to the fact."

"Alright," I said nodding- I knew where this was going.

"But that doesn't mean there aren't ramifications," he continued. "You're an outstanding officer, Detective, but you've been walking a thin line recently."

"Why? Because I'm connected with Hoyt?" I asked. "Or because the department wouldn't listen to me when I told them Hoyt was planning to escape again?"

"Take it easy Rizzoli," Cavanaugh warned me.

"I was leaning more towards the IA investigation into your actions a month or two ago with the shooter," the Chief explained. "You're actions then and now raise the question if you are fit for active duty."

"You've got to be kidding me," I said grudgingly.

Wolfe leaned forward in his seat his cold stare making me shift uncomfortably. He was one creepy SOB.

"Cut the bullshit Rizzoli," he said harshly. "We've found that you're emotionally unstable and it would be best if you were removed from the force."

"Excuse me?" I said bewildered.

"What Captain Wolfe means Detective is that we feel it would be best for the department if you took some time off," the Chief tried to rectify the situation. "Until you've been cleared by a psychiatrist the Chief of Police has requested that you be suspended with pay until farther notice."

"You're kicking me off the case?" I asked not believing what I was hearing. "Cavanaugh they can't be serious!"

"I'm afraid they are Rizzoli," Cavanaugh said sadly. "There's nothing I can do."

I had been holding in my rage the entire time I stood here, but suddenly the dam broke and I lost control.

"This is your Goddamned solution?! Suspending me from the case and department?!" I shouted at the Chief and Wolfe. "Maura, my partner, is the prisoner of Charles Hoyt and you want to suspend me pending investigation now?! You can't be fucking serious! For God's sake do you remember what Hoyt did not just to me but all of those innocent people?! Does that not mean anything to you?!"

"Detective-" the Chief rose and attempted to calm me down.

"No you know what fine I'll take the suspension- screw that why don't you go ahead and fire me? Because no matter what you do I'm going to find Maura with or without the departments help," I screamed.

I had had enough, the room shook when I slammed the door behind me as I stormed down the hall towards the elevators. No one from Cavanaugh's office followed me, probably in shock. If they were claiming I was emotionally unstable me shouting and them and storming out wasn't going to help my case. I punched the down arrow on the elevator my foot tapping impatiently while I waited.

"Hey Jane," Korsak came up behind me. "What's going on?"

"I've been suspended," I told him. "I'm going home."

"They suspended you?" Korsak asked in disbelief. "Don't they understand there's a life at stake?"

"They do but they don't care," I said. "It's up to you and Frost to take Hoyt down… please find Maura."

Korsak seemed to be at a loss of words when the elevator doors slid open and I stepped in the elevator. As the doors slid shut I saw Korsak shaking his head while he mumbled something to himself. I punched the metal doors as the elevator descended to the departments lobby. It was painfully obvious what I now had to do. It was clear I would have to do this on my own and hope Korsak and Frost could figure things out before it was too late. I trusted them indefinably to find Maura, but I wasn't about to sit back and wait I was going to act.

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Cavanaugh turned to the Deputy Chief of Police and Captain Wolfe after Detective Rizzoli stormed out of his office. He didn't appreciate it when people called out one of his men, they were some of the hardest working cops in Boston; Jane Rizzoli was the best he'd seen in a long time. She was overly dedicated to the force, her partners, and most defiantly the medical examiner; a rare thing to find these days. Cavanaugh wanted to beat the smug look off Wolfe's face the longer they lingered there.

"Well I'm glad we've finally taken care of that," Wolfe said.

"You could have handled it better," Cavanaugh told him.

"Detective Rizzoli could have handled it better," Wolfe shot back.

"Get off your high horse Wolfe," Cavanaugh snapped. "You're grasping at straws, there is absolutely no evidence to support Rizzoli is emotionally unstable or that her actions regarding the shooter were anything but by the book."

"Lieutenant, Captain both of you cut the crap," the Chief said. "I don't like it any more than you do Cavanaugh I respect Detective Rizzoli as much as you, but right now it's probably best she isn't involved in this case again."

Cavanaugh dropped the pen he had been playing with in his hands. He was starting to wonder who was pulling the strings around the department. It really didn't seem to be the Chief or Deputy Chief of Police.

"If anything happens to Rizzoli because of you, Wolfe, I will personally make sure you get your ass fired," Cavanaugh warned Wolfe.

The Deputy Chief of Police frowned but didn't say a word.

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The decision I had come too in the past hour weighed heavily on my mind. If I did what had to be done there was no guarantee that I would make it out alive, no guarantee Maura would make it out alive. But if I didn't do it Maura would die believing I gave up on finding her, that I had abandoned her because I was too damn afraid to face Hoyt again. I picked up my phone and searched through the call history to find the unknown number Hoyt had used. Trying to find the phone number was out of the question, I would have to try to send a text to the contact. I pulled up the text and swiftly typed my message to Hoyt.

I want to make a deal.

My finger hovered over the word 'send' debating on whether or not I wanted to go through with it. I swallowed hard and hit send. The phone vibrated seconds later lighting up the screen with words.

I didn't think you made deals with murderers Jane?

I bit my lip chewing over the words in my brain, slowly typing out my reply as the words came together.

I don't, but I've been put in a position where I have no other choice.

I hit send. Time seemed to slow as I waited for the reply seconds became agonizing minutes. Finally the phone vibrated again.

Has the department you've dedicated your entire life too finally turned its back on you?

It was daunting thought that Hoyt already knew I had been suspended without question. My mind was made up I had to do this; I typed my response.

That's irrelevant. I'm more concerned about the deal.

The response this time from Hoyt came fast, not even giving me enough time to set it down.

What kind of deal are you proposing Jane?

I let out a breath I hadn't realized I had been holding, this was it.

A trade, her life for mine, you let her go and you can have me.

Hoyt's reply was short and almost sarcastic.

Such a romantic.

A low growl rose in my throat – I didn't like being screwed with.

Do we have a deal?

When the reply finally came my heart raced and sank at the same time, there was no turning back now.

The deal stands if you come alone, unarmed and without your phone. If I even so much as suspect you've notified someone to trail along as backup I will kill her. You'll know where to go in the next hour.

I set my phone down on the coffee table; I was going to walk right into Hoyt's hands like I had done before… only this time I wouldn't have a gun and Korsak wouldn't show up to save me. Evening out my breath I went back into the room where I had spent countless nights with Maura to drop my gun on the bed and pick up a long distance mini communication radio the department had been equipped with recently. If I could get in there without Hoyt finding it on me I might have the chance to get a call into dispatch, and maybe just maybe Maura and I could get out alive. After I was set I went out to the kitchen found a pad of paper and a pen and started a note incase Korsak or Frost or Casey realized I was gone.

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Casey had just pulled up to the curb a couple houses down from Dr. Isles' planning to check up on Jane after Korsak had called him to tell him Jane had been suspended, when he saw her backing her car out of the driveway. He didn't think there was anywhere she would need) or want) to be other than the station so he put his car in gear and followed a short distance behind her. While he followed her he pulled out his cell and dialed her number, only to get voicemail. Casey started to grow suspicious of whatever Jane was up to but he didn't bother to call Korsak or Frost thinking it would be a waste of time.

The longer he followed behind her the traffic started to lessen immensely, the large buildings started shrinking in size and amount, and the paved city roads started to become broken and uneven. This part of Boston was where abandoned warehouses inhabited with few houses here and there and the trees started to grow. Casey had no idea what Jane could possibly want out here – except if she was doing unsanctioned police work, which was his guess. The clock on the dash board read six and the sky outside already was starting to turn red with the setting sun. Casey pulled over to the side of the road as Jane pulled into a parking lot of a new looking gas station and watched.

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Hoyt had texted me almost exactly one hour after we had made our deal, giving me a location to go to- a new gas station that had been open only two months. I wasn't sure how to feel about the set up, it was a public place with six or seven cars there almost constantly because it was one of the few stops between Boston and smaller Massachusetts cities, but it was also far enough from the heart of Boston to be a problem if Korsak and Frost figured out what happened. The car engine cut out after I turned off the ignition and stepped out onto the freshly laid asphalt, trying to look for anyone suspicious. Hoyt had said 6:30; I had thirty minutes to wait for whatever was in store. I pushed myself onto the hood of my car and waited, watching everyone closely.

As each minute started ticking away the lump in my stomach grew heavier and heavier. The realization that it would all be over soon was too much to take in- I didn't know how to take what was coming. Then again I didn't know how things would play out Hoyt had been in jail for a long time planning how he would kill me and cause me the most pain possible I wasn't ready. I pushed myself off the hood and started to pace back and forth in front of the car my nerves getting the best of me. The wait was proving to be the most agonizing thing I had encountered in a long time – it was only made worse because I didn't really know what I was waiting for… I continued to pace until a stationary van I hadn't notice pull in caught my attention. No one was in it, and I couldn't see anyone inside the gas station. As I started over towards it cautiously I felt strong arms wrap around me and a hand roughly shoved a cloth into my face. Straightaway I realized that it was soaked in chloroform, it was already starting to take effect. I struggled against my captor to no avail as the chloroform started to blur my vision and make me go weak. The last thing that I knew was happening was van doors being thrown open and then being tossed hap hazardously into the trunk before losing consciousness.

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Joey slammed the doors on the van shut and headed over to the detective's car. The plan was to knock Jane out, get her back to the building and Hoyt would take it from there. But first he needed to move her car. The gas station clerk had been easy to take care of, no one would know where Jane was, which was perfect. Joey worked fast too turn around the car and drive it into a small opening on the other side of the road, putting it in neutral so it would roll into a tree and look like a crash before heading back over to the van. With one last look over his shoulder he got in and sped off towards his second home where he had been housing Hoyt.

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Casey almost jumped out of his car and ran over to help Jane, but something had stopped him. He reached down for his phone to call the police but it beeped at him the he had no bars. He should have stopped the man; he should have gone in and used the gas stations phone. Instead he threw his car in gear and started after Jane and her captor. The feeling that he was about to get into something he really didn't want to be involved with. It had dawned on him that Jane had spoken to Hoyt again and that this was connected to that, but he couldn't be sure. He continued to follow the van as the light was swallowed by the darkness. Casey turned off the headlights on his car.

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My head rolled back as I started to come too, the effects of the chloroform finally starting to wear off. From off in the distance I thought I heard someone crying or speaking, but I couldn't tell I was still swimming through the haze brought on by a concussion mixed with drugs. My hands were tightly tied behind me on the chair I had been propped on and ropes tugged tightly on my legs almost cutting of circulation. I dropped my chin to my chest and shook my head trying so hard to clear my vision and organize the scattered, meaningless things in my brain.

"Jane, Jane please wake up."

This time I heard it clearly, a voice that was heavy with concern broke through the fog that encompassed my head. Maura it was Maura; I looked over to my right and saw her through blurred eyes, somehow I mustered a smile.

"I promised you I would protect you," I said my words slurred from the drug. "Everything's going to be alright…"

"Jane," I could tell she was crying, but I didn't know why. "I love you so much Jane…"

I realized Maura had already lost any hope of living through this; she was trying to make sure I knew she loved me before she died. My heart broke – I had allowed it to get this far.

"I love you too Maur…" I said sadly. "Did Hoyt hurt you?"

"No," she shook her head. "He used his taser once but…"

"It's alright Maur," I assured her. "We're going to get out of this alright? I'll make sure of that."

But even as the words left my mouth I had my doubts, for the second time in my life I actually believed I wouldn't make it.

"I-I trust you Jane…" Maura finally said sniffling. "You found me didn't you?"

I didn't reply I really hadn't found her I had traded my life for hers but it was obvious Hoyt wasn't going to keep up with his end of the bargain.

"No matter what happens Maura don't let them get to you," I told her. "If you can do that I'll get us out of here."

I heard a door open somewhere to my left followed by two sets of heavy footsteps. Hoyt and his apprentice stepped into the room, and straightaway I knew who the second killer was- Joey Miles the reporter I had met at the fundraiser with Maura. I felt so stupid he had walked right up to me and spoken to me… I had been the one to introduce Maura to him as well. Joey stood back while Hoyt came over to me flashing a triumphant smile and holding a scalpel- his weapon of choice. The cold steel pressed against my skin, drawing blood. My body tensed in fear, it was that night all over again but now the stakes were much higher.

"It's good to finally see you again Jane," Hoyt said into my ear. "I've been waiting for this for a long time."

"Go to hell," I said through clenched teeth.

Hoyt's laughter echoed off the walls giving me the feeling of a horror movie. Joey was even laughing at me. I couldn't help but feel defeated already, but I couldn't let Maura know I already knew what would happen to at least me.