"Are you going to rape me?" Maura whispered as his hand wandered up her sides to the sides of her breasts.
"No," he answered, his hot breath burning against her chest. She looked back at him, unsure as to why that was his answer. "Your pretty dyke girlfriend will find you and then I will string her up to," he stated, pointing at the pile of shackles in the corner of the room. "And then," he started, grabbing her face between his thumb and fingers, squishing her soft cheeks. "Then I will rape you. And I will rape her."
"Why?" she whimpered, pushing the image of Jane shackled up against a wall naked from her mind.
"Why?" he repeated, letting go of her face.
"Why do you do this?" He screwed up his face and then she felt a burning slap across her face, knocking the side of her head back into the wall.
"I don't do this. You make me do this," he hissed. "You're a sin. I stopped all those years ago because I became a cop. Detective Jane Rizzoli smiled at me one day, and I knew... I knew we would be together," he smiled into the darkness like it was his friend. "But then she smiled at you. Differently," he spat. "You stole her from me." Maura remained silent, knowing that her logical and reasoned responses were only going to make it worse. He looked back over his shoulder and then stomped out of the room. She let out her breath and trembled.
"Please hurry, Jane," she begged into the same darkness, hoping that not all of it was evil.
Susie tapped on the glass of Maura's office where Jane was. The detective whipped her head around to face Susie, breaking her eye contact with the medical examiner's empty chair. Susie pointed to the lab and so Jane got up and exited the office. Susie walked swiftly into the lab, followed closely by Jane stomping in after her. Susie picked up a manila folder that lay next to a microscope and held it up for the worried brunette.
"I suppose you don't really care how I got it, just that I got it, right?" she half stated, half questioned.
"Right," Jane said as she grabbed the folder, smiling her thanks, and made her way out of the lab and to the elevator. It took forever to reach the homicide level, making Jane just that little bit more edgy. She braced herself against the hand rail, ready to push herself off into the room like she were starting a race.
The doors dinged open and she burst out, dodging the bulk of officers waiting to use the elevator and straight up to Korsak's desk. "Jane, what have you got?" Frankie questioned, standing up from his desk.
"The abandoned drains on the north side," she huffed. Korsak opened the folder and read over the results of Susie's testing as he stood up.
"But Maura's car was ditched not far from here. This guy sure wanted to hide himself."
"By ditching the car nowhere near him, you mean?" Frankie asked for confirmation. Korsak nodded but Jane shook her head. "What, Janie?"
"I think he wanted it to be closer to us; so we'd find it sooner. To taunt us," she explained as the two men began following her out to the elevator. Frankie bit his lip nervously while Korsak placed his hand on Jane's shoulder once they stepped into the elevator.
"We'll find her, Jane."
"Yeah, but will she still be alive."
"Shut up, Jane," Frankie hissed under his breath.
"What?" she asked, slightly taken aback.
"We'll find her alive, okay? If you freak out, it'll just be harder. You gotta be calm, okay? She'll be in your arms in no time." He turned to her, showing that he was tearing up.
"Frankie..."
"I'm okay, I just... I don't want her hurt either, Janie."
"I know, it's just, we just started dating and this happens. All because I didn't listen to my gut feeling."
"What?" Korsak interjected.
"Maura told me she wanted to check out a few places 'cause of what she found during the autopsy, and I thought it was a bad idea, but I didn't wanna... you know, be overbearing."
"Jane, you're gut feelings are amazing; I can't believe you didn't listen to it this time!"
"Okay, Frankie; I already feel shit about this, so stop, please." Frankie nodded his apology as the elevator doors opened and they all stepped out to their cars. Frankie grabbed Jane's elbow as she headed to her own car and pulled her towards Korsak's. "Hey!"
"Ma's not gonna be happy if you crash your car, Janie, 'cause you were all riled up, so you're coming with us." Jane sighed and let her brother lead her to the car.
"Okay, but I call shotgun."
"Aw, you always get shotgun," he grumbled; jumping into the back seat before Korsak pulled out onto the busy midday Boston streets. Weaving in and out of the hectic traffic, Jane held her hand over her stomach, afraid that the turbulent movements combined with her extreme nerves would make her throw up. She could feel her heart beating in her chest and hear it thumping in her ears. Her palms were clammy and her mouth began to fill with the watery saliva that preceded a good up-chuck. She dared take a breath through her nose, but felt a lump in her throat and she thought she could ignore it, but then she gagged.
She could feel her abdominal muscles clench as images of Maura naked and beaten flashed through her mind like a nightmare; a horror film that was real. Maura's face was bruised and blood was slipping out of gashes on her cheeks. The skin that Jane caressed as she made love to her was clawed at and raw nerves screamed as they were exposed to the cold air. It was too much.
Jane lurched forward, cupping her hands over her mouth as she felt the bile and acid from her stomach along with her breakfast come up her tight throat and into her mouth. Korsak pulled off to the side of the road, luckily next to a small woodland. Jane fiddled with her car door, leaning into it, and when the door finally opened, she fell out onto the ground. She crawled to the grass and let her stomach empty itself. Her back arched like a spooked cat and her hair dipped down into the pile of fresh vomit in front of her.
Frankie came up behind her and pulled her hair into a make-shift pony tail as she continued to heave. Her nose was running and tears were creeping out of her eyes. She coughed and spat out chunks of food, now only heaving up air; that reflex that induces the act of vomiting long after all of the contents are gone. Frankie patted her back, and rubbed small circles, soothing her body after its onslaught of emotion, nerves, and violence.
Korsak brought over a water bottle from the car so that she could wash the tips of her hair free of vomit and then she stood up. Her legs were a little shaky but she made it to the car and settled herself. Korsak pulled back into the traffic and they sped off to the drains.
They pulled up just outside the fence, cautious as to not make too much noise. If their murderer was in the drains, the sound of a car's engine, and the sight of it being an unmarked might spook him into acting spontaneously. Jane was going to take every precaution she could to ensure Maura's safety, even if she felt as if she had failed at that already.
She pushed that thought out of her mind as she put on her vest and drew her gun, ready to get her girlfriend back. With Korsak and Frankie on her heels, Jane charged on into the complex maze of drains, rounding corners carefully and moving determinedly. They slowed when they found fresh tyre tracks and not far from it, a large puddle of blood. Frankie called it in, keeping his voice as hushed as possible. Korsak stayed back to guard the entrance as the two Rizzolis entered, following a line of footprints.
A light down a corridor to their left drew them in, and as Jane progressed, Frankie watched out behind them. "Clear," Jane whispered, so Frankie made his way back to his sister's side. They moved further into the darkness, the steady sounds of dripping and rats skittering around nerving them, but don't numbing them. The light became stronger as they rounded one last corner and could see it flickering through an open doorway.
A scrape of metal against brick, a small sniffle, and a breathy whimper urged Jane to round that corner faster than she ever thought she could. Her heart sank as her eyes lay upon the sight before her. "Maura," she whispered, feeling tears burst to her eyes. She slid her gun into its holster and paced over to the tired and pained woman strung up against the wall like she was being crucified.
"Ja... Jane; oh, Jane," Maura cried as she tried to reach out to the tall brunette. The blood flowing from her wrists no longer bothered her, nor the pain, but Jane noticed and so she held her hands up and entwined her fingers with Maura's.
"Don't move, baby," she begged, her warm breath a welcome sensation against Maura's goose bumped skin. Maura dipped her head as far as she could towards Jane, the tip of her nose brushing through the wild curls.
"Maura, where's the key?" Frankie asked as he ran a finger along the harsh edge of the shackle.
"By the doorway," she hummed, almost in a trance from Jane's presence. She thought that maybe it was the blood loss or the coldness of the room, but whatever it was, Maura was almost certain she was going to slip into unconsciousness if she didn't get down soon. Frankie holstered his gun as well, and picked up the rusty key by the doorway and moved back over to the two women at the wall.
Jane slid her hands down to Maura's waist and wrapped her arms around while Frankie unlocked the shackles at Maura's ankles. With Jane's arms around her waist just under her slightly bruised ribs, Maura wrapped her freed legs around Jane's waist. Jane rested her head against Maura's bust as she swiftly brought her left arm under Maura's bottom to support her. Frankie unshackled Maura's bloodied wrists and they immediately came down to hold Jane's neck.
The feeling of having her body once again pressed to Jane's was so sweet, but she still felt as though it was going to be short lived with her captor roaming near by. Frankie picked up the shackles with his now gloved hands and shone his flash light on the edges, noticing the mixture of fresh blood and old blood. Maura relaxed as Jane's arms held her away from the cold wall and began to lower her, but she suddenly saw something that filled her body with fear.
The shadow by the doorway stepped around and Officer Brian stood with his gun drawn, pointing it at Jane's back. Frankie spun around at Maura's gasp, but slipped in the mud and fell to the ground. Her hands fumbled down Jane's frame to her holster and when Maura grabbed the gun she squeezed her legs tightly around Jane's waist to pull herself up further. A shot went off and hit Jane in the back, but Maura did not stop. She held the gun out in front of her and pulled the trigger until no more bullets fired.
Jane groaned under Maura's weight, so the shorter woman slipped down, her legs shaky and weak. She fell to her knees as Jane did too. She dropped the gun into the mud and dirt of the drains and held Jane to her chest. Frankie scrambled to his feet and moved over to Officer Brian's lifeless body, and kicked the gun out of his reach, just for safety.
"He's dead," Frankie said, as he removed his fingers from the murderer's pulse point. Korsak stormed in with other uniformed officers, and swept the area. He helped Frankie up; the younger Rizzoli's clothes stained with mud and blood. Korsak then looked over at Jane and Maura who was removing the brunette's flak jacket. She winced at her paining wrists, but continued to take care of her love. Jane grabbed Maura gently by the shoulders, telling her to stop, and looked into her eyes.
"Thank you," she whispered. "For saving me."
"We saved each other," Maura stated.
"How romantic," Jane joked, before standing up and helping Maura up as well. Korsak stood behind Maura to help her put his jacket on, and then stood back so that Jane and Frankie could help Maura hobble out to the car. Maura groaned as she sat; her muscles sore and strained. Jane hopped in beside her, and although her back hurt from where it was hit, she slouched to Maura's level and softly kissed her on the cheek. Korsak and Frankie stayed behind to work with CSU and the other officers, while Susie drove them to the hospital.
"I'm so happy that you're safe, Dr. Isles," Susie commented from the front seat. "That both of you are safe."
"Thank you, Susie," Maura said without moving her head from Jane's shoulder. Jane cradled Maura's head in her left hand as her right wrapped protectively around the doctor's shoulders.