Gone(rizzoli And Isles)

chapter 4

The days turned into months and still no leads, no communication and no Jane.

Maura was basically going through the motions, but her spirit was broken. She had basically conceded that Jane was gone and that one day her body would be found. God she felt empty. No more movie and pizza nights, no more beer for Jane in her refrigerator. No more calling Bass a turtle. Maura sank on to her couch with a bottle of Jane's beer crying. She could not believe that Jane was gone. Maura knew that now she would never get the chance to express her true feelings to Jane. To tell her that she loved her unconditionally and more than just a friendship/sister love. Maura has lost the one person she truly loved.

Jane was lying on her mattress, coming out of another drug induced slumber. She had no idea what day it was, or how long she had been in this room. It was odd though. These guys were feeding her every day, a female henchman would take her for a shower, they have bought her some clothes to wear. Sadly she has lost weight. She really did not need to lose any. She was looking very gaunt, her eyes were set back and dark circles were present. There was a small mirror by the sink so she could see the effects of the drugs and what the lack of sunlight was having on her.

Jane found it hard to think and concentrate when she was awake. The euphoric highs made her think crazy thoughts and they did not last long before she crashed into the groggy ins and outs. She did know that her tolerance to the drug was increasing. They had been giving her a shot every two hours and it did not seem to have the same effect as before, but they were starting to withhold her hits. They were also bringing the drugs in and leaving them on the little metal table. Jane could not believe in a million years that she would ever voluntarily take an illegal drug, but the addiction to the drug was strong and the withdrawal effect was even worse. The first two times that they left the drug on the table Jane let it sit there for a long time. She would not shoot herself up with that poison. She sat there on her mattress until she started to shake, broke out in a cold sweat and could do nothing but think of the rush she could have if she just took that shot. Jane laid on her mattress in the fetal position shaking until she could not take anymore. She crawled over to the table and took the syringe. She took the needle and stuck it in her right arm and injected the liquid. In just a couple of minutes, Jane was calm, high as a kite, happy and not wishing she were dead. Shit, Jane thought, the big man has succeeded in his plan and I am going to have a long haul to try to get out of this situation.

After another month and a half of daily hits of heroin, the man decided it was about time to let Detective Rizzoli go. It had been five and a half months since he had been doping the Detective. He had two more weeks before he was going to let her go, but she will wish she were dead during those two weeks. He had built her addiction up to a hit every two hours, but now she needs to have a few bouts of withdrawal to prove her dependency.

Jane realized that they were not coming in with her hits on a regular basis like they had been. The first day she was relieved to not see them coming in until after about six hours had passed with still no hit. Jane began to shake, feel nauseous, and a cold sweat had broken out. Jane was miserable. She could not quit shaking. She felt the urge to vomit so she crawled over to the toilet and began dry heaving. She tried to stand up, but she was too weak and the uncontrollable shaking had her propped up against the wall. Finally about ten hours later they bring the syringe in and leave it on the table and leave. Jane crawled over to the needle. She was shaking so badly that she did not know if she would be able to inject the needle. The veins in both of her arms were shot at this point, so they had been using her inner thighs. She took the needle and inserted it in her left thigh. Please for the love of God, Jane thought, let this make this pain go away.

After the two weeks of withholding the drug and making sure the Detective was addicted, the big man decided to let her go. He had bought a new suit just for the Detective so that when he threw her ass out in the ghetto of the Southside she would look like a cop. Most people in that area are not going to be too nice to a cop.

The big man gave Jane one last hit before he had Larissa, his female henchman, dress her and put a syringe, a baggie of heroine, a lighter and a note with the phone number of the dealer where the Detective could get all the heroin she wanted in the Detective's suit pocket.

The black SUV pulled up next to a vacant warehouse in the Southside and J opened the door and shoved Jane out causing her to hit the side of the building and collapse. "Good luck, Detective. It was a pleasure spending time with you," the big man said as the door shut and the SUV drove away.

Jane tried to stand, but was too out of it to be able to balance and she fell back to the ground. She just wanted to close her eyes and sleep, but she knew she needed to find shelter. She tried to get to her knees so she could crawl to the door of the warehouse, but she just could not; she did not have the coordination to do so. She slumped back down on the ground and slipped in to unconsciousness