AN: Some people may argue that Maura is being a little impractical and childish by writing to someone who is no longer there. Anyone ever watch the film ''Dawn Anna''? That's where I got the idea. It's one of the saddest movies I've ever watched.

Jane had spent the past weeks locked up in the attic of Amos' house. Her deteriorated health had recovered considerably as she was being well looked after. He kept her in an empty attic containing only a single bed. During the day he brought up food for her, even going to the extent of asking what she preferred to eat. At first Jane had been too weak to even consider trying to escape. But after careful thought and assessment she realized she needed a solid plan. The sharp detective had been extremely attentive in studying the man who had kidnapped her. She knew three things for sure. One, this man wasn't going to hurt her if she cooperated. Two, (disgusting as it was) Amos was infatuated by her, and three, screaming for help was a total waste of time. Her goal was to get herself back home, so she was going to 'get to the programme'. She would later chastise herself for her actions, but until then – desperate time's calls for desperate measures.

When she was alone, which was almost always, she thought about Boston. She wondered if they were still looking for her, or if anyone entertained the idea that she may be in Mexico. She thought about how torn apart her mother and brothers would be. Then she felt bad thinking about how Frost and Korsak would be managing at work without her. And then there was Maura. She hated herself for having left that letter. It was extra stress thrust upon Maura unnecessarily. Few times she wondered how her friend had reacted to it, and that was followed by curiosity of whether Maura felt the same way. She trusted her partners and her best friend, so she knew that they would find her. But she had to do her part as well, to make the job easier for them. (What she didn't know was that they had long put her in the category of the deceased).

They hadn't exchanged more than a few simple sentences since she had been alert. He seemed rather at a loss as to what to say, and well, she was just studying him. Jane had figured she had compiled enough information to have an actual conversation with Amos. So that afternoon when he came over with her lunch, she steeled herself to start the process of escaping.

''Why are you keeping me here?'' She tried to make herself sound slightly afraid.

''I am still trying to find out what to do''. This was him attempting to be intimidating, but Jane saw it as an advantage to her – he was being truthful with her.

''It's been a long while now. Do you want any help?'' Sarcastic responses were like a default to Jane, no matter how hard she tried.

Amos was surprised by this, missing the sarcasm completely. He hadn't expected the detective to be easy. Foolishly, he let his guard down a little.

''What do you suggest we do?''

''We? I thought you were trying to get rid of me?''

He fell into the trap again, ''why do you think I didn't kill you all this time?''

''Honestly, I don't know. Maybe you oughtta tell me'', she raised her eyebrows and looked at him a little suggestively.

His knees felt a little weak as he prepared to tell the woman he had kidnapped that he was experiencing some feelings for her.

''I thought since I kinda saved your life you could maybe wanna…..you know…..with me'', he was flailing his arms all over the place as if trying to physically grab hold of a coherent sentence.

''I can't say I fully understand what you mean…um…what's your name again?''

''Amos''

''Right, Amos. I guess you already know I'm Jane. Maybe you could try actually telling me what you want, so that I can give it to you''

The often strong, intimidating, and sure man was furiously blushing under the gaze of the beautiful Jane Rizzoli.

''Maybe you and I could get together'', he let it out in a hurry as if the words would run away if they weren't spoken.

''Like together-together? In case you have forgotten, you drugged me and are holding me hostage. I'm not sure that forms the basis of a desirable relationship''

''I only did it to protect you'', he defended.

Nothing in response.

''Look, I have lots of cash. We can go wherever you wanna go. You know, start a new life and all.''

''What happens when you finally decide to kill me'', Jane still had the upper hand and was getting just what she wanted.

''I would never do that. You are so beautiful and when I saw you the first time I just couldn't help but….wonder….you know….'', he shrugged looking anywhere but at Jane. ''…if you don't try anything stupid we could have a good thing going, ya know, like a normal relationship''

Jane had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. Is he fucking serious, or on some kinda drugs? She was expecting it anyway, but she couldn't act too enthusiastic or put off completely. So she spent the better part of the next few weeks placating him. Offering suggestive comments, and testing his weaknesses and strengths. He was the common egg type of guy – hard on the outside, goo on the inside. She naturally had no patience but knew she couldn't mess up her plan. Jane had deduced that the man seemed fairly emotionally unstable, and she wouldn't jeopardize her chance of escaping. It had to be a clean precise plan. The one where you jump in with your whole body, not dip a leg in to try out. She had to gain his trust, then he would go out with her, then she would figure out the best means of escaping.

Casey had returned to Afghanistan after his impromptu Boston visit. Coincidentally, his period was coming to an end in two months. Originally he had planned to continue there, but now he thought coming back to Boston would benefit him more. He had got a job offer working as a recruit for those interested in joining the army. The opportunity seemed like one anyone couldn't pass up on, so he took the job, and in eight weeks he would be headed back home.

AN: Sorry its short...will make it up. And the sad times will be coming to an end in a few chapters, promise.