Author's Note: As I watched the latest episode I couldn't help but think about how else it might have ended. Here's what I pictured. This is not going to be fluffy.

Jane races across Boston with Korsak riding shotgun, mind focused completely on only one thing: Make sure Ma's okay. She's almost shaking with her panic, with her worry, when they get to Maura's house. No lights are on, but that's not surprising – Maura was still at work in her office last Jane had checked.

They quickly clear the house before advancing upon the guest house. A couple lights are on, but Jane can't remember if her mother does that so the house feels warm when she comes home or if that means someone's inside. Korsak goes around the back of Maura's to finish clearing the yard as Jane enters her mother's home.

She resists the urge to call out for her, relying entirely on her police training. She clears the main room, the bathroom, the kitchen, and finally the bedroom. No sign of her. Korsak comes through the front door and Jane shakes her head at him.

Frankie bursts through the door and both Korsak and Jane automatically bring their guns up.

"Whoa, whoa, relax!" He calls loudly, throwing his hands up anyway. Jane and Vince apologize and holster their weapons. "She's not here, is she?" Frankie asks quietly, and the look on Jane's face is all the answer he needs.

"We'll find her," Vince says, grasping them both on the shoulder as he leads them out. "Let's get back to BPD and track her down."

"Call Nina and get her to track Ma's cell," Jane instructs Frankie and he complies instantaneously, pulling out his phone before they even exit the house.

Boston PD is a madhouse when they return. Everyone is either racing around trying to find Angela – thanks to Nina letting the whole station know that their surrogate mom was missing – or trying to track down the guy behind it all. Detectives march around on phones, ties loosened, sleeves rolled up. Everyone's ready to dig in hard for another sleepless night.

"So he's kidnapped her?" Frankie asks after hearing Korsak's summary of how they knew it was Angela.

"Seems that way," Korsak nods and huffs. "Real good lady, doesn't deserve this."

"No, she doesn't," Jane agrees, piping up after a silence that stretched the entire trip back to BPD and the hour and a half they've been going over the evidence. Again. "And it's my fault."

"No, Jane-"

"Janie, no-"

Both Korsak and Frankie immediately shoot down her sentiment, but she can feel the truth of her statement in her bones. She lets the guys think they've straightened her out – but she knows.

A dispatcher walks into the boardroom, where every officer and detective has set up shop, and speaks directly to Cavanaugh. The lieutenant visibly blanches and calls the Rizzolis to him. Every cop in the room is talking loudly, either to each other or on the phone as he delivers the news. "Angela's turned up," he says and then he chokes a bit and both Rizzoli hearts sink to the floor. "I'm so sorry," he finishes lamely, unable to get the words out of his mouth.

And then he hollers for everybody to "Just shut the hell up!" He tightens his hands into fists, knuckles going white. "We've found Angela." The tension in the room is so thick, you couldn't cut it with a knife. "Homicide, get Doctor Isles."

Every person in the room straps on their gear to go to the scene. Cavanaugh doesn't need to ask for quiet this time. The mood is somber and distraught. "Not everyone can go. Too many people. Crowded, inefficient. We need people to stay here and keep working the case, keep chasing leads. We will all pay our respects to that wonderful woman. But right now, we need to catch him."

Nina is trying to get either Rizzoli to say something, do something, move at all from their stony stances in the corner where Cavanaugh told them that their mother was gone. She is failing in all respects.

Kent appears from the elevator behind a rookie. Korsak manages to ask him, "Where's Maura?" despite his shock and his bewilderment at what's transpired this evening.

Kent looks around the room and wrings his hands before shoving them in his pockets. "She's gone. I haven't been able to get a hold of her for over an hour now. It just goes straight to voicemail."

At that moment, a disguised yet sinister voice comes across the PA: "Your move, Jane."