Disclaimer: I do not own the Rizzoli and Isles characters and names, only the story is mine.

Chapter One

Two people, two sets of eyes, watched Jane from a distance as she stood inside the cordoned off area surrounded by yellow police tape. Two watched her from a vehicle up the road and yet they saw two completely different things.

Jane had her long raven hair in a loose ponytail, she wore a yellow teeshirt and black trousers, her usual badge and gun holster beside her phone on her waist. And she stood almost unmoving, simply staring at an object on the ground. Her expression was blank and distant and maybe a little sad. She did not sense she was being scrutinized, she did not feel the sensation of being watched, she did not look up, she was blind to anything outside the turmoil of thoughts within herself or perhaps she simply didn't care that she was being watched. A gentle breeze pulled a few stray wisps of her hair across her face and dragged the ends of her ponytail from one side of her shoulder to the other, but she didn't appear to notice. She didn't even notice the goose-bumps that popped up all over her chilled arms.

The same two sets of eyes watched as the older white-haired detective approached Jane from behind and gently placed a hand on Jane's right shoulder pulling her from her distant thoughts. They both watched as Jane, partly startled, turned to look at him over her shoulder, she attempted to smile encouragingly at him but the effort was futile. They watched his lips move as he spoke to her. They could almost read his lips as he said something like 'Don't worry Jane. We'll find her.' And they watched as many emotions crossed Jane's face because of his words. Confusion, sadness, anger, fear, uncertainty and worry. They watched as she blinked slowly before responding to him. She said a few words back. To one of those two watching, Jane looked torn. Tired, No...exhausted. Her eyes had darkish rings below them yet she stood with her usual confident stance like she might just find a way through this, with just a little help, with just one clue, one promise of hope. The other pair of eyes that watched saw that she looked defeated and broken and pained, like she was barely hanging on and might crumble any second.

And then Jane turned her face away from Korsak and again stared at something on the ground, her lips repeated the movement again but the words were for herself this time. It looked like she might have said 'I hope so'. She wrapped her arms around her middle like she was hugging her self and forced herself to look up and away from the item on the ground to stare up the apparently empty street to the north, a street with half a dozen vehicles parked on it, nothing catches her eye yet she is somehow staring straight at the car that contains the bodies that the watching eyes belong to. The eyes stare back, one suddenly hopeful and the other suddenly apprehensive. But then Jane turns her back and looks the other way completely, down the other end of the street, at more cars parked along its sides. It is early in the day and this street is always quiet until at least 3pm. Jane stares without looking, it appears like she is looking for something that she knows isn't there, like she is searching for that little something that might hold her together for just a little longer.

Then Jane looks back down at that object on the ground next to the bright yellow '3' marker placed there by CSU and rubs her fingers repeatedly over the scars on the backs of her hands.

To one of those watching Jane from a distance, she looks brave and caring, loving and afraid and mostly worried. She looks like she will never give up and will do whatever she has to. The other one watching Jane sneers slightly at the hand rubbing gesture, those eyes gleefully see a woman who is finally letting her nerves get the better of her. He see's Jane becoming distant and disturbed.

Jane closes her eyes and puts her hand over her mouth like she might be sick, her other hand goes to her hip to steady herself and she takes in a deep shaky breath.

One set of eyes looks in the direction of the other eyes and fear flickers through them followed by anger.

"Why?" Maura finally speaks, her voice cracked and weak. The other set of eyes look at her quickly and darkly, "You don't know yet?" He scoffs, his voice bright and victorious. Maura looks back at Jane and wishes she could comfort her friend somehow, reach out to her, tell her it will be ok, "No. I don't know."

Casey laughs a low cackle like everyone in the world is stupid except him, like only he can see the obvious in front of them all. He looks back at Jane his eyes squinting in hate, "Because she played with my heart."

Maura looks back at him for a moment and can't help but frown, she could not understand his conclusions. Jane had loved him, had waited years for him to do his military thing so he would come back to her. She planned to give up her career to follow him halfway around the world and be an army wife stuck on an army base not doing what she loved most in the world, she had planned to leave her family and friends behind and marry him and give him a child, all for him, everything he wanted. When Casey was injured and couldn't walk, Jane had wanted to stand by him and care for him but in his ego he had hidden his injuries from her and rejected her completely, broken her heart. He came back to town and never told her he was back. When Casey had rejected and hurt her she still forgave him and wanted to be with him. Jane had said yes to everything Casey had asked and she had not asked him to sacrifice a thing, not a damned thing. But then Jane had changed her mind, Jane had decided she couldn't give everything up for a man who put himself first and never heard her heart. And now he was somehow the victim. Had Maura not been a captive of his she would have blurted out 'How dare you', but she couldn't, she was afraid of him.

Casey turns to Maura sensing she is judging him and he growls in a low warning tone at her, "Don't look at me like that, you don't know anything."

Jane finally bends down and carefully picks up the item she had spent so many long minutes staring at and puts it carefully in a clear evidence bag. She stares through the transparent plastic at the photo of her best friend smiling back at her. It was not a specially hard to obtain photo. It was not of any unusual circumstance. It was just a printed copy of a snapshot taken in central park that had been posted to facebook and tagged 'Dr. Maura Isles'. The only reason it was evidence was because the photo was covered in reddish-brown liquid that was more red than brown, and because that photo was of the recently abducted Maura Isles. The fact that it was discovered behind 'The Dirty Robber' also added to it's significance as well as it's discovery. Korsak had put a call into a surveillance company to have security cameras set up in the back alleyway in case the person came back to leave more clues. But for now they had nothing, not a single thing to link the clues to any unsub or to find Maura.

Jane rubs her forehead with the palm of her hand and then lowers her hand till it sits on her clavicle and she squeezes. Her head drops forward and her eyes close. Casey smiles, he sees it as defeat and the corners of his lips curl into a smile. Maura sees it as an ever so slight relief from tension in her shoulder muscles, tension caused from doing everything a person shouldn't do to their body. Sitting hunched over a desk for hours on end and possibly falling asleep in that same sitting position from sheer exhaustion. Maura knew it was because of her that Jane was working herself ragged right now, she knew it was because she was a missing person. Casey had allowed her to see herself on television. News items on several channels of the missing chief medical examiner of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. There had been lots of comments about Maura's father, the Boston mobster boss. And there had been footage of Jane bombarded by the paparazzi every time she comes and goes from BPD. 'No comment' she would say to every question. Maura could see the pain in Jane's eyes and had to turn away from the television. She knew in her heart Jane would dedicate every waking hour to trying to find her, whatever the cost.

The media were having a field day with the story, looking for anything to keep the people interested and watching. From articles called 'BPD looses their own people', to ones like 'BPD clueless to missing Medical Examiner'. Jane was their favourite target simple because she was Maura's best friend.

It had been two weeks and Maura was sure Casey had not sent any ransom or proof of life. He was playing a game that only he knew.

"She loved you." Maura whispers not taking her eyes off Jane.

The gun that has been pressed into her arm clicks as Casey flicks the safety off and Maura closes her eyes expecting the worst. He has the gun trained on her whenever he takes her out anywhere, he is cautious and careful, and he wears his military uniform all of the time. Maura knows this is her weakness because if anyone sees her and recognizes her they will think Casey is helping her, if they don't recognize her they would think she was in military custody.

"She does not." Carey replies his voice dripping with bitterness and anger.

...to be continued...