A dim failing light flickered teasingly at Maura's weak eyelids as she strained to open them. Her mind was fuzzy and her vision blurry. She felt a dull pain in her lower back and a cold tightness at her ankles, but what was taking precedence in her hazy brain was an excruciating sting of pressure at her wrists. She could feel a warm liquid along her forearms and strained her neck, which had been lolled forward for god knows how long, to look up at her hands. She flexed her fingers, feeling nothing through the numbness due to lack of blood flow, but the pain intensified so she relaxed them.

Her eyes opened wider to accommodate for the poor lighting and when she saw herself she felt like death was watching her from the dark corner of the room, chuckling mercilessly to himself. She was shackled to the wall, the metal around her wrists cutting in deep, drawing fresh blood each time she moved. She looked down at herself and saw her ankles shackled as well, her legs spread, and, thank god! She was still in her underwear. It didn't make sense as to why she was not naked, but she wasn't about to question that at the moment.

She was trained well enough by her darling girlfriend to know that she should look for details about the room she was in and what she could hear just in case on the off chance she escaped and needed to detail the place she was kept. There were no vents, but there was the doorway with no door. She supposed her captor thought it cruel and tormenting if she could see her exit, but was unable to reach it. That's when she saw it: a small key hung up on a hook by the door; the key to her shackles.

She wracked her mind for an idea to somehow reach it, but it was useless. There was no human way to reach that key. She needed Jane. She closed her eyes and remembered the time she'd watched '127 Hours' with Jane. She was content enough to sit and watch him try with all his might to escape and find help, but all she really remembered about that evening was Jane constantly yelling "Why didn't he just tell someone where he was going!?" at the television screen. When he'd finally freed himself and found help, Jane turned to Maura and grabbed her by the shoulders, looking deep into her eyes and made her promise that if Maura was going anywhere that she would tell Jane. "I promise," she'd said.

Maura leaned her head back against the hard bricks of the basement and laughed at herself. She knew Jane was looking for her, but it was pointless if Jane didn't know where she was. The fear that she might die here hit her, sending a shiver down her spine, but she pushed it out. "Jane will find you," she told herself in a hushed tone, although it echoed through the empty room. "She will find you," she repeated, then in a more determined tone said, "alive."

Jane slammed her car door and strode over to Maura's abandoned car. Frankie talked to the officer who was first at the scene while Korsak circled the area, looking for any clues. "Korsak!" Jane hollered as she rounded the boot of the car. He came over and looked at Jane who was pointing at the car. "You smell that?" she asked him. He nodded, crinkling up his nose as he realised what it was. "Has anyone checked the boot?" she called to the officer.

"No," he called back, before returning to Frankie. Jane pulled on her blue rubber gloves as Susie pulled up in her car. Jane had called her so that she could assist at the crime scene. She walked quickly over to the two detectives by the car. Jane nodded to her and then Korsak, who was at the driver's side of the car, ready to pop the boot. He pressed the button and Jane held her breath as she opened the boot, praying not to find Maura. She let out a sigh of relief, feeling her eyes well up when she saw the uniformed officer that had signed out to accompany the medical examiner that morning.

His throat was slit and his eyes were wide open, a look of utter shock glazed over them. Jane stepped aside to catch her breath and Susie bent over the body to examine it. Korsak placed a hand on Jane's back, reassuring her. She smiled a little, although she really wouldn't be happy until Maura was back in her arms and her captor was dead. Jail wasn't even in her mind, she wanted this bastard dead. She had no idea who he was or if he'd done... things to Maura yet, and she really couldn't afford to think about that now, because then she wouldn't be able to focus.

"Hey, Jane," Frankie called from beside the back tires of Maura's Prius. "Look at this." Jane squatted down beside him and he pointed to the mud and gravel stuck in the tires.

"So?"

"Well, it's mud so you'd think it'd be near water, 'cause it hasn't rained in a while, right?"

"Right."

"And there's water here at the docks, right?"

"Frankie!"

"Sorry, but there's no mud near here. Look at the tire marks on the ground; it's all on concrete, all the way back up to the gate and the road beyond that."

"So, wherever Maura was, is where this mud is from," Korsak stated.

"Susie?" The Senior Criminalist looked up from the boot of the car to look at Jane, noticing the worried lines on her forehead. "Is there any way that you can tell us where this mud is from?"

"Not without a sample to compare it to," she answered. Jane grumbled, feeling her self-control wither. "But," Susie started, bringing back Jane's attention. "I have found mud in the soles of Officer Jackson's shoes, so I can compare it with the mud in the tires."

"How will that help us... unless... Susie, did you find something else?"

"I did," she replied with a small smile. "There is plant matter and what appears to be some sort of fungus mixed into the mud, so hopefully I should be able to find you where it is from."

"Hoping, of course, that it wasn't already in Jackson's shoe," Korsak said, earning a frown from Jane.

"Well, based on where the specimens are in comparison to the mud, I would say that it is most likely from the same location as the mud," Susie countered. Jane clapped her hands together, thankful for a lead, and looked back over at Frankie who was inspecting the driver's seat. He shook his head.

"Nothing. We'll get CSU to sweep it and then again when we get back to the precinct."

"Okay, Frankie you go back with Korsak, I'm going to stick with you, Susie, until you find something." Susie nodded and led the detective back to her car as Frankie and Korsak waited for the preliminary CSU team to arrive.

Jane's fists were clenched, resting on her thighs as Susie concentrated on the road. The silence was unbearable, but neither knew what to say. Jane wanted to scream and throw things, and Susie wished that magic really did exist so that she could help find Maura sooner. Jane groaned as they pulled up to their seventh red light, and Susie was worried that the bundle of nerves next to her would jump out and run back to the precinct. She swallowed hard and decided to talk to Jane.

"I'm sorry this is happening, Detective Rizzoli."

"I know, Susie; but it's not your fault." Susie pressed her foot down on the accelerator perhaps a little faster than she should have and they took off. "Call me Jane, please."

"Okay, Jane." Susie manoeuvred through the traffic and pulled up into her usual parking space at BPD. Jane hopped out quickly and followed Susie down to the lab.

Maura wriggled her toes, trying to reach the floor; why, she did not know. But she tried, nonetheless. Maybe she could stand on her tip toes and relieve some of the strain on her wrists, but she was strung up almost a foot off the ground. She winced as she moved her hand slightly, feeling a new trickle of blood make its way down her forearm.

She figured that the officer that accompanied her was most likely dead and dumped somewhere, and hopefully Jane had found them. Maybe he'd dumped her car, too. She closed her eyes and imagined Jane's face as it was that morning. Peaceful and glowing in the morning light; a strand of her hair gently waving each time she exhaled. Her eyes were fluttering as she dreamt a good dream; the corners of her mouth curling up slightly. Maura smiled, too, and flexed her fingers to try and touch Jane's face, but the sudden pinch of metal on her skin brought her back.

She sighed, telling herself to keep remembering Jane's face. She'd see her soon, and then she'd be able to touch her and kiss her and hold her to her skin. She looked around the room again, for what must have been the hundredth time, hoping that this time she'd see something that would help her. Suddenly, her eyes caught sight of a slight shadow next to a puddle of water just outside the door. It was approaching her, so she held her breath, not knowing what else to do. She heard the footsteps come closer and then she saw a familiar face, which made her sigh in relief.

"Officer Brian! Please help me," but he just stood there, then leaned obnoxiously against the door frame. He hooked his thumbs into his belt and pushed down at his crotch, the sight of Maura in her underwear obviously exciting him. That's when she noticed it: his smile. It was a grimace that curled up at the side showing some of his teeth. He looked like the Cheshire Cat and it frightened Maura.

"Silly, Dr. Isles," he whispered. "Silly, silly little dyke," his face hardened and his smile vanished. His lip was hitched up as he looked at Maura disgustedly. "Dr. Isles." He hissed her name, and she felt her stomach clench. "I'm not here to save you," he explained as he stood up and began taking slow deliberate paces towards her. She looked into his eyes, recognising something she hadn't seen since she looked into Hoyt's eyes. "I'm here to make you realise that you are a sin," he hummed, as if it was a good thing he was doing. She turned her head to the side, avoiding his gaze as he entered her space and ran his callused fingertips up her thigh.