A/N – Alrighty. I've read your comments and thank you for your opinions. As you will see I have changed the latest chapter to something that I hope you will enjoy more.

As an aside, I truly appreciate your input and take it seriously. Please know that this is very much trial and error for me as a writer and I therefore hope you can bear with me when there are a few missteps.

I hope you enjoy the (altered) chapter. J

I do not own Rizzoli & Isles or its characters

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It had been nearly twenty-four hours since Claire's disappeared from the park. They had no lead, no sign of the one-year-old whatsoever. Neither Jane nor Maura had slept since the nightmare began.

With all her years of experience as a cop Jane couldn't understand why they hadn't heard anything from whoever had taken Claire. No phone calls, no text, nothing. There wasn't even the smallest of hints as to who had done this. Jane and Nina had spent hours combing over footage of every available camera in the area. In a cruel twist none of the cameras had a clear view of Claire in her stroller.

They'd interviewed everyone more than once. Scrutinized the entire area with a fine toothcomb but there was nothing. Korsak had finally made her go home, threatened her was more like it. She let herself into the house and tossed her jacket onto a chair before she greeted her mother and Maura's parents. "Where is she?"

"Upstairs," Constance paused. "In the baby's room." Jane nodded solemnly and made her way upstairs. She pushed the door open silently. There was Maura in the rocking chair clutching Claire's blanket to her chest. Jane walked quietly into the room and knelt in front of her wife.

Maura didn't need to ask. She knew from Jane's appearance that Claire was still missing. She held Jane's head in her lap her own shoulders shaking silently. Her thoughts had tormented her incessantly. Who would do this? Why? Where is she? Is she cold? Hungry? Afraid?...Hurt? Maura had long ago ceased trying to keep the thoughts out of her mind. It was no use. They'd force their way in no matter what.

"I want her back. Please bring her back," Maura pleaded brokenly. "I'm going to find her, I promise you," Jane whispered fiercely.

Jane Rizzoli had one last card to play. She scrolled through her phone's contacts and hit the call button. She had some favours she could call in and now was the time she needed to. A couple of conversations and half an hour later she'd gotten what she wanted. The held the phone to her ear as it rang. "Rizzoli?" came the answer from the other side.

"Yeah, It's me," Jane confirmed. "Look I don't have time to chit chat. I need your kind of help." The line was silent. "Why could you possibly need my help Rizzoli?" A beat. "Is it Maura?" Paddy Doyle suddenly asked.

Jane hated that she had to turn to Paddy for help but she'd do it if it meant getting her daughter back. She'd do anything to make that happen. "Yes," she confirmed. "It's Maura. Claire has been taken."

While Maura's relationship with her father was barely passable there was no denying that the man loved his daughter. When he'd learned about the relationship between Maura and Jane he welcomed it. Some would say that he was even happy about it. He knew that Jane would protect Maura with her life and he'd always known that even before word of their relationship and marriage had gotten to him.

He'd also known that he has a granddaughter and though he'd never likely see her she was Maura's daughter and therefore family. He swore under his breath. "How did this happen?" He seethed. No one messed with his family. It seemed that some people had forgotten that fact and it was time that he reminded them. If they thought his incarceration meant he was out of power they had another thing coming.

Jane squeezed the bridge of her nose and sighed. "She was taken from the park near our house," she explained. "There aren't many more details though. It's like she disappeared into thin air." Jane felt like there was something, some detail, that she was missing but for the life of her couldn't put her finger on it. Perhaps it was because she was too emotionally involved to be one hundred per cent clear in her thinking. But it wasn't like she could shut off her emotions on this. So she needed someone who could, someone who had done it before.

"What do you need from me?" Paddy asked. "Can you uh…put the word on the street you know…to your people to start searching?" Jane shoved the uncomfortable feeling away quickly knowing that finding Claire was the most important thing and that she wouldn't let her principles stop her from doing that.

"Maybe this is connected to you somehow. It could be someone trying get to you," She bit her little hard to keep her voice from trembling. The thought of her baby being taken by some mobster was devastating. She knew they usually had no qualms about hurting people.

"I'll do everything I can," He swore. "Tell Maura…" he stopped. He knew she wouldn't want to hear from him. "Take care of her," he amended. "I will," Jane responded as the line went dead.

She took a deep breath and attempted to calm herself before what she had to do next. She had to tell Maura what she did and she wasn't sure how the doctor would take it.

She walked back into Claire's nursery. Maura was still in the same place she'd left her, still clutching the baby's blanket to her chest.

Jane pulled over a chair and sat down in front of her wife. She rested her hands on her thighs and waited for Maura to meet her eyes. "I have to tell you something," she began. There was no response from Maura so Jane took it as her cue to carry on.

"I called Paddy," Jane watched as Maura's eyes widened slightly. But this was the only indication that she got that the woman in front of her was actually hearing her. "I asked for his help to find Claire."

Still Maura remained silent. "I know you don't want anything to do with him…" Jane was stopped by Maura nodding. "Good," she finally said.