Maura searches the crowd for Jane, hoping to catch her for a moment before she spends the rest of the night doing interviews and rounds with Boston's elite. She spots Frankie, touching his shoulder to make him turn around.
"Have you seen your sister?" Maura asks. Frankie's grin is lopsided, courtesy of the drinks that the department had been paying for.
"No, not since she was up on that stage. Good speech, right?" In the midst of looking for Jane, she almost forgot about Jane's very public confession. He senses her discomfort, putting a hand on her arm for reassurance. "Don't worry, Maura. We all saw it coming and support the two of you very much."
Maura thanks him and turns to find Korsak, Frost, or anyone who might have an idea of Jane's whereabouts. The two women desperately needed to have a conversation. She almost runs into Cavanaugh, who is dressed in his uniform as well. He looks proud and greets her with a warm smile. "Dr. Isles, hi."
"Hello, Lieutenant. Have you seen Jane? Or do you know where she's scheduled to be next?" Maura asks.
He has a knowing look on his face, guessing that Maura was the woman who Jane just proclaimed her love to. "She should be getting picked up right now and taken to the reception. They have a team escorting her. Do you need a ride over?" Cavanaugh asks.
"No, thank you. I'll arrange my own transportation but I appreciate the offer, Lieutenant. Enjoy your night." Maura proceeds to walk through the cobblestone on the ground until she reaches the front doors. She is surprised to see the governor's team all on their phones, some of them looking like a deer in the headlights. As the team sees her, they whisper amongst themselves, which troubles Maura.
"Doctor Isles, good evening. Have you heard?" The governor asks carefully, not wanting to alarm Maura right away.
Maura looks at him, confused. "Governor. I haven't heard anything about anyone. What is this regarding?"
He sighs and gets the attention of his assistant, who runs over. "Doctor Isles, I apologize. There seems to have been a mix-up. Detective Rizzoli was scheduled to ride over with our team but she may have got into the wrong vehicle."
Maura's stomach lurches, immediately jumping to the worst conclusion.
"We aren't sure who the driver was, since the vehicle didn't belong to our team. We have people checking the security footage now and have alerted BPD."
Maura feels numb. Her tongue feels like a million pounds and her throat is dry as she struggles with finding the words. "Did you track her location through her phone?" Maura manages.
The assistant pulls out a phone from under the stack of folders in her arms. It was Jane's phone. Maura holds herself across her body, trying to comfort herself. She needed to find Frost and Korsak, now.
Frost runs through the clusters of people, looking for Maura. He was with Korsak when they received several alarming calls from Cavanaugh. Jane was missing and no one had any idea where she could be. With Sarah and Olivia on the run, he didn't feel too good about this. While they checked the footage and ran license plates, Korsak was outside, interviewing the valet and front door security. He called and requested APBs to be posted for Sarah, Olivia, and the license plate that belonged to the Cadillac that Jane was last seen entering. Frost knew that the women would have managed to switch license plates or cars now, but he hoped that Jane was putting up enough of a fight to distract them for a while. He spots Maura standing next to the governor, rushing over to comfort her.
"Doctor Isles! Hey, hi. I'm glad I found you. I'm assuming you know?" Frost asks, reading the expression on Maura's face. Maura nods solemnly and Frost feels sympathy for all that this woman has to go through. All because she loves Jane. He takes a deep breath. "We need to set up some things for your phone, okay? In case someone makes a call. Or Jane tries to contact you. Is that alright?" Frost asks.
He watches as Maura takes a moment to put herself together for the sake of being able to help. "Of course. Anything you need."
Jane wakes up in the middle of an empty room. A cold, concrete floor is beneath her and her arms and legs are bound to a metal chair that is screwed into the ground. A trickle of blood runs down the side of her face and she feels a sting originating from somewhere along her hairline. Her vision is blurry and it takes several blinks before she stops seeing two of everything. Jane's uniform is torn, with the BPD patch on her right shoulder and her badge missing. Her once pristine uniform is now stained with dust, blood, and sweat. A ringing in her ears exacerbates how horrible she feels. She groans, shifting against the resistance of the restraints.
In the shadows, a voice says, "Don't fight, detective. You'll want your energy." A woman steps out, who Jane recognizes as the wife of Olivia. A punch lands on the left side of her face and she instantly tastes the metallic blood that bleeds freely from a cut on her lip. Olivia appears as well, shaking her hands as she winces slightly.
"That never gets easier," Olivia says as she opens and clenches her fingers into a fist a few times. "You've got a strong jaw."
Jane's breathing pattern changes as the pain floods her body. Another punch lands in the middle of Jane's abdomen, causing Jane to have the wind knocked out of her. Olivia strikes her elbow back against the side of Jane's face, this time hitting the right side instead. Jane feels a black eye already beginning to form as her nose begins dripping with blood. Jane leans her head back, finding temporary relief. "Is that it, Olivia? How did you satisfy Maura with that weak endurance?"
This yields a grin from Olivia, who walks behind Jane, thinking about which weapon she wanted to use next. "Jealous, detective? One of us knows how Doctor Isles tastes and the other one of us is not enough of a woman to ever find out."
Jane throws her head back, hoping to catch some of Olivia's face. She misses, which only makes her headache worse. Olivia tears the rest of the uniform off of Jane's body, looking at the scars on her body with interest.
"Looks like you're just as broken and damaged outside as you are on the inside, Rizzoli," says Olivia as she walks back in front of Jane. The other woman steps forward, holding a whip.
"Detective, do you know what they did to Jesus before they crucified him?" Olivia asks, cracking a whip. Razors hung at the end of small pieces of rope that were attached to the main body of the whip. "Of course, they didn't have these types of razors back then."
Sarah holds the whip up to Jane's face, showing her the details of the torture device before taking a step back. "You see, detective. Those who have sinned must pay penance and ask for forgiveness." She leans next to Jane's face, licking the blood off of her cheek. "Do you pray for forgiveness, Jane?"
Jane jerks her entire body forward, still unable to escape from the restraints. "Rot in hell," Jane spits.
Sarah raises the whip above her head, bringing it down with a nauseating crack. "I'll see you there."