The quick shattering of the windows was the only warning the Rizzoli family had of the incoming assault. Flash-bangs went off, stealing sight and sound from all members present. Maura's hand was ripped from it's place in Jane's and an unfamiliar fabric scratched across her arm. She fought for her vision, seeing it swim with the wavy scene of Maura being dragged away by two men dressed all in black.
She screamed, not that she could hear her own voice. The figures didn't acknowledge her or seem to care that she'd regained her balance enough to give chase. She watched as they tossed the medical examiner in the back of a white van and managed to get half a plate number before the vehicle was out of sight.
In seconds, she'd dialed her partner: "Frost, I can't hear anything. We're at the church for TJ's christening and someone sent in flash-bangs before kidnapping Maura. I need you to run the partial plate of L8G; you're looking for a white van, probably early 2000s. Also, please put a trace on Maura's cell. I assume you'll inform Korsak and I expect to see one or both of you here within twenty." She paused, fighting the anxiety accumulating in her stomach. "Please, Frost." And then she hung up.
She ran back inside and grouped her family together, trying to mime out that help was on the way. TJ would need to be looked at by medical staff; his ears and eyes were more sensitive than anyone else's.
Ten minutes later, Frost was striding through the door, two paramedics following closely. Jane went to meet him, quickly informing him that she could mostly hear out of one ear. He filled her in on the basics as her family was checked out one at a time behind them.
"Van was reported stolen two days ago in Cambridge, I have a couple of uniforms going to see if the owner has any information for us, but it's doubtful. Also, the kidnappers are smart. I can't get a lock on Maura's phone, indicating that they have probably both turned it off and dumped it somewhere as an extra precaution." He paused. "Jane, should we get you home to wait for a ransom call?"
Jane let out a shaky breath and shook her head. All of a sudden she looked embarrassed. "Jane, what is it?"
She gulped, "Frost, I uh, I have one fall-back plan we can try first. I've never had to use it and Maura doesn't know it exists so I may very well be dead when we find her, but..." she trailed off and pulled out her phone. She found what she wanted and showed him the screen. "Can you trace this signal?"
Frost eyed the code warily. "I should be able to, depending on where it's coming from, but Jane, what'd you do?"
The guilty look on her face said it all, but as they moved to his car she explained anyway. "I may or may not have placed a GPS tracking chip in Maura's crown..."
Frost whistled as they tore away from the church, "You're right. She's definitely going to kill you."
Her hands are tied together behind her back and her legs are attached to the chair legs with duct tape. Her sight is non-existant thanks to a blindfold covering her eyes, but other than that her body appears to be fine. Maybe her head's still a little fuzzy from the chloroform they used earlier.
"So, Rizzoli, I know you're awake," a deep voice with an Irish lilt says as he walked around her, steps echoing in the silence. Rizzoli? Maura was confused. She wasn't a Rizzoli; they weren't even engaged yet. "I need you to listen real well, you stupid cop. You're messing with a very important person's daughter and he doesn't take lightly to any sort of harm befalling his family."
Maura gasps. "Doyle is behind this?" The man laughs.
"Shit, Detective, Doyle told us you were bright!" his tone's indicating that he thinks the exact opposite.
"Whomever you are, I assure you that I have no ill intentions toward Doctor Isles," she says, playing the part of Jane.
"My job is to make sure that you never get the opportunity to harbour those thoughts. Ever." the man's voice has turned sinister. "Here's what you're going to do, Rizzoli. You're going to break up with your girlfriend and in exchange, we won't rough up your Ma or your brothers or your partner. You let her get on with her life and you'll never see us in yours again." The words are low, whispered right into Maura's ear. She shifts in her seat. She opens her mouth to respond, but it dies on her lips as new sounds assail her ears. The thudding of heavy feet and finally:
"Boston PD, everyone on the ground now!" The voice is unmistakable. Maura clears her throat.
"Jane?" she calls out, hopefully. And then she hears grunts of pain and feels gentle fingers pawing away at the rope around her wrists before picking away the tape at her ankles. Once her hands are free she removes her blindfold and throws her arms around her detective. Jane frees her other leg before returning the embrace.
"What? You mean that's not Rizzoli in the chair?" the words are muffled against the ground, but they're said in the same voice as the guy who'd chatted to Maura earlier. Currently, Frost has his knee in the man's back.
"You're an idiot you know that," Frost says as he pulls out the cuffs. "You had Doctor Isles the whole time. How'd you pull such a bonehead mistake?" He attaches the bracelets and then hands him off to a uniform.
"But – she looks more like Angela Rizzoli!" and that's the last peep they hear from him as he's ducked into a squad car.
Frost appraises Jane and Maura from a distance and can't help agreeing. Maura does look more like Mama Rizzoli than Jane does.
Jane and Maura are caught up in making sure the other is perfectly sound and alive and Jane's relief is apparent through her mannerisms. But she tenses right up when Maura asks her how they found her.
"Now, Maur, you can't be too mad at me alright?" Jane starts and right away Maura knows she's definitely not going to like whatever comes out of her detective's mouth next. Jane rubs her palms a couple of times, refusing to meet Maura's gaze as she says, "It's possible that, being the concerned girlfriend and best friend that I am, I may have gotten a GPS tracking dot installed into your crown the last time you went to the dentist..." she lets the sentence trail off into silence, waiting for the worst.
Maura has to take a second before she can respond. "Jane Clementine Rizzoli. Honestly, I don't know whether to kiss you or slap you right now. That is entirely sly and underhanded, as well as being completely ridiculous!" she pauses in her rant at the embarrassed, repentent Jane in front of her. She sighs and the fight washes out of her entirely. "But if you hadn't I don't think you'd have found me. So why don't we just call it even."
Jane can't believe what she's hearing, but rather than give the doctor time to change her mind, she plants a chaste, yet firm kiss to Maura's lips. "Come on, Maur, we should get out of here," she says, escorting the medical examiner to her unmarked. "We'll have to talk to Doyle and get this mess sorted out, but as he's still in the hospital, I think it can wait until tomorrow." Dropping her voice, she leans down to whisper in her ear, "Right now I think I should get you home and thoroughly inspect your person for trauma."
A shiver rocks up Maura's spine. "I couldn't think of a better plan myself, Detective."