AN: Just so we're clear – I hate Casey, in every sense of the word. And I love Frankie, I have forgiven him, I hope you have too. Excuse any technicalities please, this was 2005.

Disclaimer : I do not own Rizzoli and Isles.

Detective Rizzoli was one sharp cookie, she otherwise wouldn't be called 'Detective'. She was a master mind of rare sorts. Some things she brewed up surprised even her. Her Rizzoli blood gave her the inherent drive to stop at nothing in order to get what she wants. The detective was well versed in the art of seizing an opportunity, and she certainly knew how to make a clean sweep. Her focus was sharpened by one thing – grief. The mere thought of the heartache her loved ones were going through searching for her made her stop at nothing to be freed. She refused to let herself be the source of hurt among the people she would lay in front of a moving truck for.

So with one aim at the forefront of her brain, she had let Amos kiss her, she had let him touch her in places she herself often felt embarrassed to touch for more than five seconds. The line was drawn at her panties though, and Amos for some reason had respected that. It was probably in the belief that he would sooner make his way there anyway. The stupid man was deluded into thinking Jane would for one second find something attractive about him. If Jane was asked to write a freaking book about this man she would, that's how much she had studied him. After him, was the study of her surroundings. She hadn't been out yet, all she knew was that she was in Mexico. Her next project was to find out where she was exactly and then contact Korsak.

It was now nearing the end of May. Jane had been missing for almost eight months now. Her nerves were getting the best of her; she knew her team would have slowly started giving up on finding her. She wouldn't blame them anyway; past evidence would indicate the victim would no longer be alive at such point.

''Hey Amos, you know you can't keep me in this attic forever right? I am at some point going to need some fresh air. Besides, aren't you eager to show me off to your friends?'' She tried to sound as nonchalant as she could, all the while gawking at her counterpart with eagle eyes.

''You're right I guess'' he shrugged. ''I hope you aren't tryna pull a fast one me'', he was now looking at her pointedly.

''Really! By this time I would have thought we had established an understanding. Don't you know me at all?''. Truth be told, he didn't quite know her. Before they abducted her they had not sought prior knowledge of her. Their plan was to find her, and kill her. The resulting event was never part of their plan, which left Amos ill equipped to challenge the already intelligent detective. So the information he knew about her is what she had told him.

''I'm sorry. I guess I get a little paranoid at times. You are right, I should take you outside. You know Pablo who often comes to see me? He asks if he can see you almost everyday''. He was now chuckling like a school boy. And of course Jane had to roll her eyes, she couldn't resist. ''Maybe we could go to the beach one of these days. You like?''

''Never cared for water that much. I'm not a good swimmer anyways''. Beach equals no phone. How the hell do you learn your surroundings at the beach anyway? ''How about just lunch, you know, so I can know my way around here?''

Amos pretended to think about this for a few seconds. ''Nah, I say the beach. You will like it, promise''.

Turns out he wasn't so daft after all. Jane anticipated this anyway, she was just trying her luck – not in her favour that day unfortunately. It didn't really matter anyway, it was a start.

So the following weekend found Jane seeing daylight for the first time in months. She took a moment to relish in the feeling of acute sunburn, she didn't care because she was somewhat desperate for the hot rays on her. Quickly coming back to earth she began her assessment. 1, they lived approximately six miles from the beach. 2,the local shopping area was a couple miles in the opposite direction from their place. 3, the population was disturbingly large (getting lost in a crowd was fairly easy). 4, there was public transportation to and from the beach. 5, there were no phones anywhere close to the beach. Wait, I have no money! That was a thought that unwelcomingly crept into her head. As it was, it was a menial road block and she made a mental note to figure a means of acquiring cash.

Amos looked like a fucking five year old on his birthday. He was in high spirits and wasted no time in clinging onto Jane's hand as they exited the car. He loved how people would occasionally look at them. He knew they were admiring how obnoxiously hot Jane was (yes, that kind of beauty often times made people hateful towards her), and he loved the fact that she was with him. So they spent the day at the beach 'relaxing' and enjoying the great outdoors. Amos would make it a point to leave a soft kiss on Jane's lips whenever he saw people staring. Jane loathed him even more for that. Her patience thermometer was in dangerous territory, but she sucked it up and added all his filthy habits to her 'he's gonna pay' list. When they returned home Jane was more than satisfied with her day. Not because of the actual day's activities, but because she was a step ahead in heading home.

Three times they had gone to the beach together, and Amos was starting to trust her and let loose. His suspicions would get the best of him from time to time, but on average they seemed to have vanished.

''Why are you ok with staying here with me? You haven't insulted me in any way or tried to escape for that matter?'' This caught Jane a little off guard and she had to think for a few seconds before responding.

''Maybe it's because I don't want to go back home''

''Right!'', He scoffed. ''Why is that?''

''I let my lieutenant down, and messed up the case I was working on. It doesn't really say nice things about me''

''That's still not a very valid reason''

''I have issues of my own, ok'', Her voice had raised an octave with agitation. He just looked at her, clearly expecting more. ''I never had a very colourful dating life, and I don't talk to my family, my reputation at work has been messed up, and I was in a bit of debt. So there you have it, not much to return to is there?''

If joy could kill, Amos would have died that day. The ecstasy that erupted from his body was palpable, Jane was moderately concerned for a second. But that proved to be the opening of the church doors. The next day he took Jane to the local town, and gave her some money to pick up a few clothes. A few days later, he had a job to take care of and he let her go to do some groceries alone.

Wrong move.

If it wasn't such hyperbole, Jane would have described the way she made it to the store as 'flying'. She was in a shitty looking phone shop in no time at all, dialling Korsak's mobile number frantically.

''Detective Korsak''. Korsak answered his phone not feeling particularly enthusiastic about an 'out-of-area' number.

Jane wanted to cry from hearing his voice, she would never admit to him how much she missed him though. ''Korsak, its Jane. I don't have a lot of time''. She sensed he needed time to digest it so she gave him a few seconds. When nothing came, she tried again. ''Korsak, are you there? Its me''

''Jane'', It was a whisper, a breathless one. Jane wanted to yell 'what the fuck', because it seemed no action was following her admission.

''Listen, I don't have too much time. I need you to come for me. I am in Ciudad Juarez in Chihuahua Mexico. You writing this down?''

Silence.

''Dammit Korsak, what the hell?'' Jane needed to wrap things up fast and the elder man seemed to be failing to cooperate.

''Jane….h..h..how are you alive'', He couldn't help the stutter he had instantly acquired.

''What are you talking about?'', Now Jane was worried. ''Korsak, you gotta meet me half way. You have bearly said a thing, and I kinda need your help here – sooner rather than later''

''Give me your location again''. Jane just shook her head and repeated herself. ''Is there somewhere I can contact you, we are leaving immediately''

''I am in a phone shop right now. If you can come here as soon as you can and I can meet you. Please, it is the simplest way''. Jane wouldn't entertain the idea of anything going wrong with her rescue. The detectives busting into Amos' place had potential for disaster and she wasn't prepared for that. Her slipping away neatly would earn her the desired result and whomever was assigned the pleasure would be back to Mexico for Amos. She herself wanted to close that chapter.

Korsak couldn't understand how she sounded so normal and composed when he could hardly breathe. What are you talking about? Jane had just asked him that. She doesn't know about her 'death' does she? These thoughts ran through his mind like the speed of light. When his cognitive functions switched back to detective mode, Jane arranged that he meet them at the phone shop in two days in the afternoon. With that Jane hurried back 'home'.

When Korsak got of the phone, he needed a moment to pull himself together. He hadn't even noticed the tears running down his cheek until Frost called him up on it as he walked into the bullpen. He sensed something was very wrong right away.

''Should I even ask?'' He was super hesitant.

''That was jane on the phone''.

That obviously got him silence.

''She's alive Frost, she's in Mexico. We have to go and get her. She just gave me her location…..''. He was starting to sound ridiculously hysterical for someone of his age and position. Frost understood anyway, he himself had made absolutely no move as it was. As understanding dawned in, they both hurried for Cavanagh's office with the news. It was as if the ice that had settled in everyone's hearts over the past months was suddenly exposed to a blazing fire. Arrangements for Korsak, Frost, and Cavanagh to fly to Mexico the next day were underway. They even took three officers, in case things got out of control. With Cavanagh and Frost sorting things at the station (contacting the NYPD as well), Korsak called Frankie and asked him to meet at Angela's house.

When Korsak broke the news, it was like de javu. It just seemed like seven months ago when they had received the life altering news about Jane. Except this time, the reactions were coupled with extra wide smiles. Natuarally, Angela wanted to go to Mexico as well. It took a while to convince her to stay put.

When korsak was on his way to drop Frankie home, he thought it would be harmless to throw caution to the wind. They hadn't spoke about Maura in months. No one had even mentioned her name.

''I wish there was a way to tell Maura''

''Ya, so do I'', Frankie added sorrowfully.

''I don't know how Jane is going to take the news. Should we tell her about Maura trying to k…''

''NO!'', It was loud and cut him off effectively. ''That would kill her Korsak. It's just too much. Please. It's painful enough that Maura isn't even around, that information would destroy her completely. Please don't tell her''. Frankie didn't even know why he was begging, and crying.

''Got it Frankie. Hey…its ok. We found her''

''I know, it's just…it's just….i don't know. Do you think Maura will ever forgive me for what I said to her? I wish I could take it all back so badly. If Jane knew she would hate me''

''We both know that isn't true Frankie. And we both know Maura, she understands, and she forgave you right after you said all you said. Ok?'' He tried sounding as gentle and compassionate as she could. They had reached Frankie's apartment so they parted ways.

When Angela was in the privacy of her bedroom that night, she fell onto her knees and cried. She prayed to the God she totally believed in for bringing her Janie back. In two days she would have her daughter back, she was over the moon.

At Logan airport the next morning, six men were headed to Mexico to get one of their own. They were all excited and eager to see Jane, and find out what the hell had happened to her. When they arrived in Mexico, they headed straight to where Jane had said she would meet them the next day. The nervous energy between them was enough to keep them up all night awaiting Jane's presence. Their two cars where parked opposite the phone shop, their weapons ready, and their eyes concentrating.

Jane was pretty confident in her plan so she managed to act normal with no problems. Amos was still in his regular love bubble. Jane felt a tinge of nausea at that thought. She would have to bleach herself for days to come, and she was not going to let Maura touch her in her filthy state. It would take her some time to relieve herself of the trauma that was Amos' unpleasant hands, smell, and mouth. And she also knew it would be a bit more than hard to give her friends the details, let alone Maura, of her fiasco's with the deluded man.

The next day for Jane couldn't come to an end fast enough. She had already told Amos she would be going to the market to pick up a few food items for dinner. He had agreed automatically and Jane couldn't be happier.

That morning she got up earlier than usual. She took in a deep breath of the Mexican air that she would never be breathing in ever again. Her kidnapping did not hold a horrendous physical component, it leaned heavily to the emotional side. If she had let her heart take over, she was more than certain she wouldn't have been alive. And if she was, she would have been hurting from several physical inflictions. But she sucked in it, and let her mind take control. It was the wise thing to do, but it didn't stop her from feeling stupid. Countless times she had felt rage when Amos had his hands groping her. She wanted to put an end to it, to spit in his face and tell him how much she despised him. But she couldn't. Because she wanted to go back home. She had briefly wondered, in times like those, if that is what hookers felt. Did they do what they did because it was the only choice they had left? The whole ordeal sort of gave her a new perspective on life.

When Amos left the house it was around midday. The second he left, Jane swiftly set about getting ready and headed out. She was going home. Finally. As she approached the phone shop, she immediately spotted her detectives staked about. Without further thought, she ran (literally ran) to the car with Korsak, Frost and Cavanagh. The back seat door was already open for her and she slid in effortlessly. They wanted to exchange pleasantries, as was the norm, but they were halted for two reasons. 1,Jane was in excellent shape externally. 2,they needed to go before anything funny started happening.

Without thinking Jane launched herself onto Frost who was in the back seat with her, and cried. Her tears were of relief, and guilt, happiness, and…..she couldn't quite pin point the other feeling. Frost held her tightly as he too began to shed tears. He had never seen Jane in such a state, and knew right then that he hated it to no end. She was trembling and letting out unguarded loud sobs.

The airport was within the vicinity and they got there before Jane had the chance to let go of the vice grip she had on Frost. She was glad he knew her well enough to not bother with empty words, but just accepted to hold her as she let all her pent up emotions out. Before the car had come to a full stop Korsak was out rushing to open Jane's door so he could satisfy his mind with some physical confirmation. Jane, not being one to express public displays of affection, might have shocked the detectives had there not been more pressing issues at hand.

After giving Jane a hug of his own, Cavanagh was the first to recover and ask what the other two were failing to vocalize. ''Jane, we thought you were dead. And how come you look completely unscathed?''

Jane had rationalized that they thought she was dead from the conversation she had had with Korsak. ''What are you, disappointed?''. And there was the trademark Jane Rizzoli sarcasm. They had no idea how badly they missed her until that point. No one had the ability to produce laughter from people in such a serious and delicate time. It brought fresh waves of tears to everyone's eyes again. Poor Frost couldn't resist and had to embrace Jane again. They were infinitesimal qualities Frost could name that he loved about his partner and friend. And in that moment he had just added another to the never ending list – hugging her (without her squirming away like a kindergartener).

When Frost had finished reacquainting himself with Jane's form, Cavanagh tried again, with hopes of adding a little formality to the unexpected reunion. ''We had pictures of you Jane. You looked dead. And we spent months looking for your body. Do you know what we all went through. How are you doing anyway?''

''I think I am missing something here. But please, can you get me home''. They all understood where Jane was coming from. She was exhausted and wanted this to be over and done with. Within an hour they boarded their flight to Logan. Cavanagh and Korsak spent the flight home sorting the foramlities. They knew Jane's report would have to wait till the next day. Frost sat beside her just making sure she was alright. Jane had hardly slept the night before so she fast lost her battle to consciousness. When her eyelids flickered open they were landing in Boston. The feeling that washed over her body was indescribable. She may have been in a daze of sorts from the time they got her, because it only started to register to her in that moment that something was amiss. Frost had stuck to the physical contact, korsak had barely said more than five sentences to her, and Cavanagh was overly formal. She convinced herself it was all due to the situation. If there was a source for accurate, unadulterated information it was Maura.