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Korsak sighed heavily and Frost slammed the phone down, losing it under his seat as he put his foot down and prayed he wasn’t too late.
Korsak ran. He hadn’t run since his days as a patrolman but now he ran to the elevators, stabbing the down button fiercely. An eternity seemed to pass in the short trip to the basement and he burst into the corridor, his eyes scanning every room as he ran. When he saw nothing, he yanked the door to the lab open and grabbed the first person he saw.
“Jane Rizzoli.” He barked at her, “Where is she?”
The young tech stuttered, his eyes wide with fear. “She…. she went to the evidence garage.” His words fell from his lips. “To check a blue pruis you booked in.”
Korsak pushed away from the man. “Who told her that?” he spat, sending a spray of spittle into the man’s face.
“The new tech…. she said you told her to tell Jane.”
“What’s her name??” Korsak demanded.
“Robin Yoth.” He stammered to the now fleeing detective.
Korsak and Frost burst into the office together. “Robin Yoth?” Korsak explained as he marched, fiddling with his cell. He had to get hold of Jane now.
“Yoth?” Frost looked at him as he punched her number in again. Korsak nodded. “It’s an anagram. Of Hoyt!”
When Korsak reached Jane’s voicemail again, he through his phone across the room in frustration.
Jane’s head hurt, she tried to open her eyes but found only one would open fully. The other felt like it was the size of grapefruit. She groaned into the silence, the sound only making her head pound more. She looked around the room, dark sheets hung from every surface, covering any identifying marks. Her hands and shoulders hurt, she couldn’t tell how long she’d been sat there but the pain in her shoulders said she’d been handcuffed in this chair for at least an hour.
Her mind ran. She’d been at the station, talking to the lab tech, when there was something about Maura’s car… no. She was told about a blue prius, she had assumed it was Maura’s. She smiled sadly at the thought. She knew Maura would reprimand her for making assumptions, using too many big words when; ‘Rizzoli, you’re a fuckwit’ would suffice. Despite her situation, she smiled at the thought of Maura using the word ‘fuckwit’. It would probably make the doctor physically ill to use such language. Shaking the thought from her mind, she continued to scan the room, looking for anything useful. Her range of motion was limited by the handcuffs which she pulled against violently. The clang of metal on metal told her she was cuffed to a pipe or something similar. She could see nothing, no door, no window, no weapon.
Behind her and to her right, Jane heard a familiar sound, the staccato beat of high heels on uncarpeted floor. She twisted as best she could to towards the sound.
“Hello!!” she hollered, her throat dry and croaky.
A door opened and despite her best efforts, she still couldn’t see who had entered the room…. But she knew almost immediately who it was.
Slumping forward in her seat, she felt her heart breaking in her chest.
“Hello Jane.” That soft, velvety voice was one that she knew, that had comforted her in times of need and called her out when she was making herself crazy. She bit back the sob that threatened to explode from her throat and blinked back tears before looking up slowly and meeting familiar hazel eyes.
“Hello Maura.” She replied.
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