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It was late and Maura was fast asleep when her phone rang. She glanced around her dimly lit bedroom only to discover that Garrett was nowhere to be seen. She glanced at the clock and was astonished to see how late it was. Panic set in and her imagination ran wild with all the possible horrific things that could have happened to him and she answered the phone hurriedly. "Hello?" It was Garrett's brother, he sounded awfully inebriated and she could barely make out the words of the address he was drunkenly giving her. Without delay she jumped into her car and sped to the address given to her not knowing what she was abut to see, not knowing where she would end up.

She pulled up outside what the neon sign above the establishment called a dance club. Dread sat heavily low in her stomach and she took a shaky breath as she stepped out of her car. The burly man stood guard outside gave her a curious look but stepped aside for her anyway. Once inside Maura paused to glance around her surroundings; the club wasn't what she had expected from the outside, perhaps she was jaded by her own upbringing but she had expected the place to feel seedy and dirty. Though she could imagine that it probably wasn't the cleanliest of places it actually felt strangely inviting.

That feeling soon disappeared when she spotted two stern looking muscley bouncers holding Garrett's brother and a few mutual friends. As she approached she spied Garrett behind the crowd being held in what looked like a rather painful arm lock by a furious looking brunette. Nearing her fiancé Maura nervously cleared her throat only to receive a deadly glare from the dark haired woman. Maura, to her surprise, didn't back down from the stare and maintained eye contact with the woman when the brunette opened her mouth to speak their focus was stolen by a figure stepping into their periphery. Maura turned to look at a jittery balding man, she gathered from his disposition and sweaty appearance that he was anxious to calm this situation down.

"Miss Isles?" Maura nodded.

"Oh thank god! Maura, sweetie get this bitch off-ah!" The slender woman yanked on Garrett's arm cutting off the rest of his sentence.

"So you're the lucky lady huh?" The brunette cast a glance over Maura and snorted before shaking her head "Fuck."

Maura stepped forward with her head held high "If you mean am I the intended woman to betroth this man then yes I am." The brunette opened her mouth to respond to her but simply blinked at her instead. Maura held out her hand politely "Maura Isles."

The other woman smiled ruefully at her before nodding her head toward Garrett "Bit busy. Jane."

Maura nodded with a small smile before growing serious "What seems to be the problem? Can I help?"

The woman who introduced herself as Jane scowled at her "Listen honey, your chequebook don't solve every problem."

Maura was taken aback by the suggestion and felt quite upset until a gentle hand touched her shoulder and the sweaty nervous man addressed her "Miss Isles, your fiancé is being restrained by my security team because Ms. Rizzoli feels that-"

Jane had had enough of staying quiet now especially with Cavanaugh kissing little miss pretentious's ass. "Ms. Rizzoli didn't feel anything! It was this slimeball here who was trying for a feel!" She twisted the arm a little more to extract a satisfying squeal out of the pig.

Maura's mind was racing and her heart was hammering and felt lodged in her stomach. She was struggling to process all the information she was getting filtered through; Garrett wasn't a private, civilised stag do with his brother, they were at some sort of 'dance club' the like of which Maura had never experienced and wasn't quite sure what happened. The brunette was clearly furious with her fiancé and seemed to be insinuating that he had crossed some sort of line. The suggestions were building in her mind and she wasn't liking where this was heading and she struggling to hold back her emotions.

Jane looked at the other woman and to her surprise felt a pang of emotion towards her, she didn't seem like she had a clue what was going on but she was slowly getting the idea, she looked shell shocked like she didn't even know that he was here. "Listen," she softened her voice and simultaneously her grip "You seem like a nice lady, you could do a lot better-" her sympathy was cut off as the pig escaped her hold and planted his grubby hands on her and shoved her.

Maura watched in horror as the action unfolded in front of her in slow motion, she watched helplessly as Garrett assaulted the woman. "No!" Her cry escaped her throat unbidden and she flew toward the pair not knowing exactly what she was going to do.

Everything happened in a blur, Jane found herself being shoved backwards and spotted the fist flying toward her face just in time, as she ducked under his arm and swerved around his back. She managed to grab his other arm and was about to restrain him in another hold when she realised that the other woman was directly in line and rushing toward his fist. Jane spun the guy around as quickly as she could to stop him from hitting the other woman.

Maura couldn't stop herself even as she found herself staring at Garrett's fist. She squeezed her eyes shut as she skidded to a halt and braced herself against the imminent pain. She heard the thwack of bone against bone, flesh against flesh but to her surprise no pain came. She opened her eyes and gasped at the brunette who had dark crimson blood dripping from her nose.

The crack was excruciating and it snapped her restraint on her temper in two. She glowered at the rich prick for a split second before launching herself at him. Before she could get her revenge Cavanaugh was in between them hollering at her to stop.

Maura stood still panting with exertion and sweating with panic. She surveyed the scene now in front of her, everyone being held back or blocked by someone trying to calm them down. She met Garrett's eyes and gasped at the sight of him, she barely recognised him; his face was darkened with thunder and his lips were pulled back bearing his teeth, he looked like a wild animal. It was not the Garrett she had known and loved.