Gone(rizzoli And Isles)

chapter 6

"So, you still gonna bust my ass. I let you do more than bust my ass, senorita. You can ride the pony if you like," the dealer said as he grabbed his crotch.

"You better watch yurrrr mouth there assssshole, I am a cop and you are not. I can put your assss wherever I damn well pleash. I am, shit, I am, oh fuck it, just go. Get the hell outa my face." Jane slurred.

"Wow, mamacita you are fucked up. You are whacked the hell outa your mind. What are you on?"

"What arrre you talkin about? I am not whacked up."

"Sure, mami, whatever you say. You staying around here?"

"No, I am trying to get back to my apartment."

"Hey, no need to run off. Come with me 5-0. I can help you. We'll see if we can figure you out. You don't need to be out here in that shape. The real 5-0 have you yanked in no time. Come on, you barely standing on your feet now," the dealer said as he put his arm around Jane to steady her. He led her over to a 1995 Grand Marquis, gold with 27 inch chrome wheels and put her in the passenger seat. As he got in the driver's seat, Jane was already unconscious.

Jane came to and looked around. She was in a bed in a little room with a lot of red and green curtains and bed covers. She was still dressed in her suit. Damn it. Now where the hell am I. This coming to in a new place every time with no memory of how she got there was getting old.

Jane sat up as she got a head rush. "Shit." She got up off the bed, opened the door and walked out in to the living area of a house.

"Hey, senorita, you up. You been out for about three hours."

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Torez, and this is my casa."

Jane looked around at the small home. It was actually not to bad looking considering the shape of the home itself. It was clean and semi decorated. So, Jane is now waking up in the bed of strange men. "Shit," she said. "How do I know you?"

"Oh, you don't remember. You came up to me on the street corner, told me you was gonna bust my ass, then you fell into my arms and we came back here, made mad passionate love, you got dressed and then passed out."

Jane sat down in the old recliner with a look of utter disgust and hurt on her face. She had screwed a guy and can't even remember. "Oh, ok, sorry I don't remember," Jane responded with tears starting to fall from her eyes.

"Hey, hey, 5-0. I'm just joking with you. We did not have sex. You did threaten to bust my ass, but you were in a bad way and I put you in my car and you passed out. I took you into my bedroom and laid you down on the bed and shut the door. You just came to. No sex, senorita, swear. I may be a lotta things, but when it comes to the ladies, I am a gentleman and I would not do nothing with a chick who was passed out."

Jane immediately felt better, but she still did wake up in a strange man's bed. That is not good. "So why did you bring me here?"

"Like I said, I may not be the most upstanding citizen in Boston, but I am not gonna leave a woman out on the streets that was as fucked up as you were. You would have been raped or killed out there. Seriously 5-0 where you from?"

"I," Jane started as she noticed the familiar feelings coming on her. Her body was twitching and shaking (not to noticeable yet). She was chilled and that nauseous feeling was coming back.

"Hey, you ok 5-0. You look like you about to start cold turkey on me. You on the black tar, 5-0?"

"What, black tar?" Jane asked.

"Yeah, you know, heroin."

Jesus, Jane knew that. She worked in the drug unit undercover. She knew the street name of heroin. What the hell is happening to her? She knew she was circling a spiral headed for oblivion if she did not try to get her shit together and get some help, but right now the pain and agony was starting to become unbearable.