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Sorry for the delay...writers block...I had to change tangents completely as I had written myself into a corner. It's like staining the deck only to realise the exit is at the wet end, suddenly you have to find a completely new exit because you really can't wait for it to dry.

LET SLEEPING BLOOD LIE

Chapter 12 - Missing

Thursday 8:40am

"I don't know where she is Maura" Korsak's reply caused Maura to sob, he had confirmed her fears.

"She was meant to come ho- come here last night but never showed," Maura spoke into her phone, her eyes closed, worry gripped her, "I figured she got held up in interrogations yesterday and changed her mind about coming over. Her phone was off and still is"

Maura's voice was quivering with emotion, a tear ran down her face, "Then she wasn't at work today and I know something is wrong." The sob at the end was obvious even though she tried to hide it.

"The interrogations were yesterday but we finished up early last night. It's ok Maura, we will find her" He tried to reassure her casually trying to think where she might be.

"Ok" she sniffed before hanging up and sitting in her chair putting her head in her hands.

Korsak waved down some detectives, he knew Maura wasn't rattled easy so if she was worried he'd waste no time tracking Jane down.

"Jane is possibly missing. Get a trace on her phone, get her incoming and outgoing calls for the last 48 hours, get a uniform out to her apartment, I want to know when she left and if she came back yesterday." he hollered. "In fact get me the camera's for the street outside and put a APB out on her car"

Holiday poked her head out of comms room at the commotion only to overhear most of Korsaks rant
"Her phone is here." Holiday held it up and grimaced at the realization that Jane was without it, "She asked me to run a trace on a number she had received and put it on my desk, her work phone rang and she went to answer it. When I looked again she was gone. She didn't come and get her phone."

"What number?" Korsak stood up heading towards her at a pace she hadn't seen from him before

"Incoming call but it was untraceable, burner phone."

"What did she say?" Korsak wanted to know, maybe it would mean something to him

"Nothing, I didn't even know if it was related to the case," She replied "She just asked if I could trace it and that it was an unknown number."

Korsak rubs his face with his palm worried

"Find out who called her work number" Korsak ordered then turned to the bullpen

"Haven't found her car yet" Frankie informs Vince them both looking equally worried, "Cameras show her get in her car and leaving at around 4:40pm yesterday. They are on their way to her apartment."

"Good" He replies giving Frankie a compassionate smile

"You don't know anything" the voice was shrill in the darkness, "Everything you think you know is only everything you have been allowed to know. That is how the world works, it is how it has worked for a long time. You are the sheeple, you are the product of what we created. You watch tv and believe it and follow. You see the world through the illusion we create for you. You are in the matrix and you don't even know it"

"I don't understand." Jane whimpered, "What do you want?"

She was relatively unharmed, a bump on her head where she had been struck and some bruises and cuts to her knuckles where she had fought her captors.

"I want you to go away. But you seem insistent on poking where you shouldn't be. Poking where you were told to back off."

"You're the voice on the phone?" Jane squints into the spotlight in her face, the shadow behind it faceless and blurred

"Do you know what we do to people like you, Jane Rizzoli?"

"Is it anything like what you did to Hamish?" She spits in the direction of the voice

The sting across her face comes suddenly, so suddenly she bit her tongue, hard.

She groans as a trickle of blood rolls over her lips and drips onto her leg, spitting it out she glares in the direction of the voice.

"Hamish was in the wrong place at the wrong time, his death was unexpected. He did not concern us."

"Do I know something that concerns you then?" She retorts, flinching the moment the words leave her lips, instinctual fear that she will be backhanded again.

The laugh is evil, vindictive, uncaring, "You know nothing. But your poking is becoming a nuisance to a few young men who are counting on certain, shall we say, expectations."

Jane frowns, "They killed him, they deserve what they get."

She felt rather than saw the air stir with a hand being raised again, she held her breath, there was little she could do. Her hands were tied behind her back around the chair and each leg was tied to the two front chair legs. She could feel the chair was hard plastic and metal. For all she knew she could have been in the interrogation room at the precinct. Her eyes were unable to adjust to the light and the rest of the room was white spots from the burned image on her retinas. She refused to flinch this time, the only power she had was to piss them off and hope they slipped up, said something that could identify them. But the hand never came at her.

It's like they knew her game play and refused to let her win.

"Do you work for the school?" Jane asked trying to regain some form of logic

"I ask the questions here." the voice laughed

"Where is here?"

She could tell she had gone to far by the sharp intake of air a meter in front of her

"Here is where you will stay until you decide to stop investigating."

"It's my job to investigate."

"Your job now, is to call it an accidental death because that is exactly what it looks like."

"I can't...I...there's evidence...that..." Jane takes in a deep breath trying to control her rage, "There is evidence that he was murdered."

"What evidence?" the voice demands impatiently

"There was a note on Hamish, he wrote a message."

She feels the person stiffen and their shadow move, "There is no note." He sounds confident. "You're bluffing."

She tries to show through her eyes that she isn't, straightening up in the chair as much as the binds will allow, "There is a note."

"Where is it?" she can feel the hot breath on her face, he must be close. She squints slightly trying to see past the light, she can almost make out a shape, a large male shape with spiky type haircut.

Fists slam down on the desk in front of her causing her to jump. She remains stern. He can tell she won't answer.

"What does it say?" the voice is deep and angry

Without knowing what they want she can't be sure why they want to know. She can't say where it is or Maura could be in danger as well as the other tech workers in the BPD lab. Although they will eventually figure it out. It's already documented so even if it 'vanishes' it's invasion, its meaning will remain.
Maybe they won't go to get it themselves if she tells them, maybe they will kill her if she does. Her brain is processing as fast as she can make it but it isn't fast enough for the impatient male across from her.

"Bring it in" He calls to some invisible being somewhere behind her and she hears the door click and slide open, she tries to turn to see but can't. A trolly is wheeled through the door its creaky wheels groaning and stopping behind her.

Her eyes widen in fear as the looming figure in front of her moves the table between them away, it too was on wheels. The figure moves in front of the light source to stand directly in front of her, she can see only see spots still. Her heart is pounding in her chest so hard she fears it might explode, the rhythmic thudding resonating in her ears as the blood rushes around her body. Her mouth is dry, she want's to scream but won't give them the satisfaction.

"Do you know who is looking for you?" the voice is harsh and gruff, the question is rhetorical but she couldn't answer even if she wanted. "No-one" she can hear the glee in his tone. The thought no-one is looking for her is painful. She has no idea what her captors have done.
Suddenly, her stomach jumps into her throat as the feet of the chair are kicked out from under her lurching her backwards, that feeling of rocking on the back of the chair at the kitchen table before losing you balance and falling backwards, the surprise, the fear, the shock. She jolts to a stop halfway to the ground with a loud metallic clang as back of her chair crashes into the metal cart behind her.

She can see the white cloth as it descends down onto her covering her entire face. The cloth moves up and down on her mouth frantically, forced by her rushed breathing, fear gripping her tighter.

"It's a big club Jane, and you're not in it" The voice is inches from her ear, and the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Goosebumps begin to cover her entire body.

She can't see, she has no idea what will happen, and no one is looking for her. Her heart constricts, it could only be describes as a heart attack and she struggles hard against the ropes that hold her, wriggling her entire body. She wants to cry out in frustration but the lump in her throat is making it hard enough to even breathe. How did she think she would be ok. How did she think she could even get out of this.

The heavy weight of the ice cold water hitting her nose and cheeks and mouth spreading across her chin and forehead. The shock grips her first. She can't breathe. The water invades her eyes, her nose, her mouth. She fought down the first, and some of the second wave of nausea and terror. Gaging uncontrollably. Unable to determine whether she was breathing in or out, wheezing and coughing, flooded more with sheer panic than with mere water. A horrible sensation of smothering and claustrophobia.

Her brain screaming as well as her lungs for air, her nostrils burning, her stomach clenching tightly, painfully, trying to force air into her lungs.

She had read about waterboarding but absolutely nothing could prepare someone for this.

She couldn't breath, she couldn't think. Her lungs burned, she was sure her eyes were closed but she could still see the light disappearing as the room and everything in it vanished. Everything went black.

...to be continued...

are you enjoying this story? I am having a hard time putting it together now as it unfolds unexpectedly for even me. It is the first and last story I will start without knowing the end or at least who the perpetrator is.