Gone(rizzoli And Isles)

chapter 2

Jane was conscious now, and realized she was sitting in a chair, tied to the chair with her arms tied to the arms of the chair and a hood over her eyes. What the hell happened and where the hell was she. She remembered walking to the crime scene and a black van with two men dressed in black pulling up, a struggle and a taser. She does not remember anything else until now. She can hear people talking, but it sounds like another language.

All of a sudden the hood was ripped off of Jane's head and her eyes had to adjust to the light. She noticed that she was in what was more than likely a vacant warehouse.

"Hello Detective Rizzoli, glad to see you conscious now," a big man said as he walked back and forth in front of her. There were four other men in the area. One was standing right behind Jane and the other three were flanking the big man.

"Who the hell are you?" Jane snarled at the man.

"Ah, Detective Rizzoli, that is not any of your concern. Who I am is not important at this time."

"Well how about you let me go and we can sit down and have tea together and discuss why I am here. How about that?"

The big man nodded to the man behind Jane and all of a sudden Jane's head was snapped to the left as a hard blow landed on the right side of her face.

"Now, let's just forget the sarcasm Detective, as you can see I am not in the mood, although my man, D, seems to enjoy slapping you around."

Jane's head was now throbbing, not to mention her jaw, plus she could taste the iron metallic taste of her own blood in her mouth. "What do you want with me?" Jane rasped out.

"Well, Detective, you cost me a lot of money on one of your cases and well, let's just say that I want to exact my revenge if you will."

"How did I cost you a lot of money, I am a homicide detective, not drugs or white collar."

"Do you recall a shipment of liquid heroin that you found and confiscated? It was soaked in blankets? Well, that was my heroin and it cost me two million dollars. So yeah, Detective you cost me. So now I have to pay you back for that, but the good news for you is that I am not going to kill you. No, that would be too easy and simple. I am going to make you wish you were dead. I am going to fuck up your life as you know it and the way I am going to do it, well, it's ironic." The big man nodded over to the man to his left who went over to Jane holding a syringe. "You see, I think making you addicted to the one thing you cost me, along with all the shit that goes along with having a severe drug problem will be a fitting payback. Just think, you will have to have a fix everyday or go into withdrawal. You will be a cop with a drug problem, if you even make it out of the drug haze to return to your old life. You will be so addicted by the time I let you go that you will know how to shoot yourself up because that will be all you can concentrate on. Oh, and I will make it easy for you to get your fix, I'll have a dealer give you all the drugs you need."

The man nodded again to the man standing next to Jane and he took the syringe and placed it on a vein that was popping up on her left arm from the ties around her arms being so tight. Jane tried to pull free. She pulled and tugged her arm, but to no avail. The man grabbed her arm and injected the needle in the vein.

"Enjoy your trip Detective, oh and Detective, that heroin is the very best, 80% pure so that I can get you hooked faster," the big man said as he walked away laughing.

Jane's heart was pumping from struggling to get her arm free so it did not take too long before she began to feel the effects of the heroin. Jane began to feel like she was on top of the world. Damn, this is not a bad feeling, she thought as she felt the stress, tension and worries of her life just melt away. What a euphoric feeling she thought no wonder people like this. She started thinking about all the good things in her life. Her family, even though they annoyed her, she loved them. Her partners, Frost and Korsak, hell no cop could ask for better partners. And Maura. God she hated that she and Maura were on the outs, but Jane knew she loved her and she was like family. Jane made up her mind right then that she was going to call Maura and apologize. Tell her how much she loved and cared for her and that she did not want to lose her as a best friend.

"Hey," Jane said in a cheerful tone to the man now sitting over to her left, "can I borrow a phone, I really need to call my best friend and tell her that I am sorry for shooting her father and that I love her and don't want to lose her as a friend."

"Wow, Detective, you shot your best friend's father. Damn I would hate your ass forever." The man said while laughing with the other two men that were sitting at the table with him. "How you feeling over there?"

"I am good," Jane replied in her drug induced euphoria, "could you let me go. These restraints really hurt and like I said, I really need to use the phone."

"Sorry, Detective, but I can't let you go make that call right now, but maybe later, ok." The man replied laughing his ass off.

"OK, man, that's great, I'll wait. So, what are you guys' names since we seem to be hanging out?"

"Well, Detective, you already met D here," the man said pointing the man at his left, "and I am T and this here is J," he said pointing to the man to his right.

"All right, D,T and J. Nice to meet ya and hey D, man, I forgive you for the little misshunderstanding we had earlier. I really can be a smart asssss."

Jane realized that she was starting to get very drowsy. She was fighting the urge to just fall asleep. Although a nice nap would be great considering she hardly ever gets to sleep at night. "Heeeyyyy, T, I thinnnk I'm gonna take a nap sooo when I wake up maybe I can make that caaallllll." Jane was out.

"Damn," T said, "that took a while and what a talker. Hey, you guys undo the restraints and take her to the room. Boss said we have to shoot her up every four hours."