Angela looked over at the man driving the car in sheer panic. He drove like a maniac and she was convinced she was going to die today. She closed her eyes and began to pray when a thought struck her. "The priest…" she muttered under breath.

"What?"

He looked over at her with an intensity she wasn't expecting and she held his gaze until an angry horn jolted her out of the gaze and she yelled at him "Keep your eyes on the road!" she sighed with relief as they skirted past a truck.

He chuckled but soon lost his smile as Mrs Rizzoli shot him a thoroughly unimpressed look. He shrugged guiltily and lay off the gas pedal just a touch. "What did you say?"

"The priest…" she repeated "He betrayed me, didn't he? That's how you found me?"

He tossed her a blank look and shrugged before replying "Listen lady I don't know no priest, Hell I ain't been to church since I was a choir boy" he grinned a wide toothy smile and laughed "and that was a long time ago Mrs R!"

"Rizzoli." Her stern cold tone wiped the smile off his face and he sulked behind the wheel as her mind raced. "Then how did you find me?"

He smiled proudly "Janie told me if I needed her there were three places I could find her; her apartment, HQ or her Ma's!"

"Jane!" Angela scolded whilst trying to hide the fact that she was secretly proud of her daughter for considering her home a safe place.

"Jane! Jeez! What is it with you Rizzoli's and hating on nicknames?"

Angela's eyes clouded over with emotion and she gazed out of the window sadly "I used to call her Janie as a child…she hated it, said it was too girly…" they both smiled at that "And then…then…" the tears streamed down her face and she clenched her fists angrily "Then he stole it and ruined it. Just like he ruined everything! He took everything from her!"

The man's hands clenched around the steering wheel and he subconsciously sped up. He could feel her pain in the air and it fuelled his anger.

Something clicked in Angela's mind and she glanced over at the man who suddenly seemed consumed by rage. "You…you said she told you how to find her?" he nodded "Are…are you a friend?"

He beamed widely at her but faltered at her frown. As clear as day realisation dawned and swept over his face and he gasped in horror. "Holy sh-" he rubbed a hand over his face as he paled "You have no idea who I am!" she shot him a look that clearly said "Well duh!" and he slapped his forehead before screeching the car to a halt much to the annoyance of the vehicles behind him who honked incessantly at him. He turned to face her and held out his hand smiling "Ange- Mrs Rizzoli. Let me introduce myself. I am Rondo, informant extraordinaire and assistant to Agent Vanilla."

Angela eyed the odd man suspiciously and frowned at his outstretched hand but her heart softened as he shot her a guilty look before wiping his palm on his trousers before offering it again. She didn't move but there was a quiet moment that passed between them and her gaze must have softened as he nodded and tore the car away with a wheel spin and colourful admonishment to the cars behind. She tried to hide a chuckle at his childish ways but she found him oddly endearing, still she didn't know him. "Vanilla?"

He laughed loudly "Yeah, she doesn't like that one either!" he glanced sideways at the suspicious woman. "I know you don't trust me, I get that and I'm sorry I scared you, I didn't even think I was just scared…there was an accident…"

Angela gasped and clutched at her heart in horror but he held a hand up to try and reassure her.

"A friend of mine recognised her, called me saying the hot chick with the dark curls and swagger was making a ruckus in the hospital – he's a janitor. But when I got there she had gone, said she took off with some posh lady. I'm guessing that was our Maura Isles…Jane's gotten herself right in the middle of a shit storm and we need to get her out."

Angela felt her heart tighten in fear and she looked at him and gave him a firm nod "Where are we going Rondo?"


Jane's eyes were closed and she kept them that way, head pounding she struggled to remember what had happened. Hello Janie. She remembered the voice, the putrid breath, the instant terror that seized her body. She kept her eyes shut and willed her heart to stop hammering as hard and loud as it was and tried to keep her focus. Place yourself Rizzoli, what can you hear, what can you smell, get what you can whilst he thinks you are still out. She mentally began to make a checklist; Sounds. Water…water in pipes? Possible basement.Breathing…steady breathing, whoever it is isn't in pain or anxious, fairly deep so not excited or energetic.Touch.Her hands were tied at her back but not together, she tugged and could feel each hand was tied to something hard.She breathed a sigh of small relief, she could move her hands, this wasn't like last time, she wasn't lying on the floor, she was tied to something…possibly a chair. Legs are bound to something hard too, most likely tied to a chair.Smells. Disinfectant.That smell made her heart clench her mind flashed back and she would have sworn she had scalpels in her hands again the pain tore through her felt so real. Focus! Disinfectant…something else…something lighter, something subtler…what was it? Lavender! Jane felt like her heart had stopped when she identified that which soon was followed by Maura's unique scent, including the scent of their activities together and the brunette felt bile rising up the back of her throat. He knows. He knows what I've done. He has both of us now. I've sentenced her to death. This is on me. I've killed Maura.She tried to stop the tears from forming but as they stung her eyes she knew it was futile. She forced herself to look, knowing that what she would see would break her heart.

Maura was tied to a medical gurney, she was covered by a thin medical gown and the straps holding her in place looked so tight Jane could almost feel them cutting into the delicate pale skin and she swallowed down more bile and tears. She had a gag made of some kind of tape across her mouth and noticing that made Jane fully aware that she had none on her mouth, she began to wonder why but instead shook her head and forced herself to focus. She could see no injuries on the honey blonde and that gave her little comfort; she was positioned directly in front of Maura, he was going to give her a show first. The thought terrified and enraged her all at the same time, though she wasn't sure who she was angrier with, herself or him. She glanced around the basement, looking for something, anything to give her hope. There were a couple of small windows, she could see some steps leading to a small hatch and the main stairs that led up to the main building. She could see the pipes for the heating system and water which were fairly regular in size so she confirmed in her mind there were in a house, not in an industrial building. She could see a table just beyond Maura laid out, she couldn't see what was on it but something told her she didn't want to. She tried to glance around the room and keep her eyes away from the sleeping figure of the beautiful woman but she was finding it harder and harder to do. Focus Rizzoli! This is what made this mess in the first place, you couldn't keep your eyes off her! She felt guilt biting at her but instead of shaking it off she drank it in. I did this.I got hooked. I couldn't take the shot. She sat up straighter in her chair and sucked in a deep breath.I don't regret it.I can't regret it, I can't regret her, I refuse. She ground her teeth together and focused on the peacefully sleeping face. Not again. He won't win again. I will get you out of here Maura. I will not let you become his target. I will finish what I have started.


Hope this is received well I have a feeling people are going to be mad...I'm expecting the storm so lay it on me why not! I've almost finished the next couple of chapters which will round off the story so the end is nigh!

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