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This is my first Rizzles story, Hope you enjoy. Please leave you thoughts.

No one becomes depraved all at once.

JUVENAL, Satires

"Shut the hell up!" I screamed angrily, at my once best friend, striding quickly over to where they were standing, just a few feet from me.

I never thought that I would be able get that angry, so angry that I was no longer in control of myself, my body was on autopilot as I strode over to them, raised my arm back in preparation to strike the one person that I thought that I never ever be able to hurt.

The open palm of my right hand hit them with a loud smack followed by a groan of pain as they sunk to the ground with an audible thud.

As they sat there, looking up at me from their position on the floor, a line from the popular song by Eminem and Rihanna "Love the Way You Lie" came to mind:

You swore you'd never hit 'em; never do nothing to hurt 'em

Now you're in each other's face spewing venom in your words when you spit them

You push, pull each other's hair, scratch, claw, hit 'em

Throw 'em down, pin 'em

So lost in the moments when you're in them

It's the rage that took over it controls you both

From the first time we met, I knew that we had stumbled upon something special, something that only comes around once in a lifetime, but now it seems that we've ruined it… ruined our chance at perfection.

They looked at me, with tears in their eyes, as they struggled to get back on their feet. I just stood there as they attempted to stand up. They gave up after their fourth attempt at standing, their eyes never leaving mine.

Maintaining eye contact, I backed up so that there were about three feet between the two of us before sliding to a sitting position on the cold tile floor.

We maintained this eye contact for what seemed to be hours, but in reality it only lasted around five minutes, before I broke our mutual gaze. I turned my eyes to the flooring in front of me, counting scratches etched into the floor from years of use, no longer able to look into the eyes of my true love, that I never let know of my love and so remained just my best friend.

The silence though remained until it was broken by the opening of a door. Turning my head to look for source of the sound, I saw that the source was one of my employees that had come in with a folder presumably containing the files that I've been asking for. They didn't stay long, for with on glance at the situation taking place between me and my once upon a time best friend and left as quickly as they had come. The pause then returned.

It was another five minutes before the silence was once again broken, this time for good, by the sound of person, sitting in front of me, speaking quietly in their usual raspy voice, "Hi…"

I looked at them and then in the same soft tone as they had just used said, "Hello."

There was a pregnant pause before the room was filled with the sound of their boisterous laughter accompanying my soft giggles.

"I'm sorry." I told my truest friend, as my giggles faded. I hoped that my eyes, things that they once described as clear windows into my soul that with one glance could convey my feelings, were doing just that by showing the genuine remorse that I was feeling.

"So am I" was their response, as they rose to their feet and slowly strode towards me. Taking the hand that they offered me and allowed myself to be pulled to my feet, before ensnaring their tall muscular frame in the tightest hug that I could muster.

They let out a chuckle before lifting me into the air and swinging me in a full circle. I then was gently placed back onto the ground, the embrace still intact. Standing upon my tiptoes I was barely able to rest my head upon their black jacket covered shoulder. A comfortable silence enveloped the room as forgiveness was exchanged between the two of us.

The silence was once again interrupted by the sound of the door opening, but instead of it being a scared lab technician, it was the one man neither of us ever thought we would see again… Charles Hoyt.

I let out a shrill shriek as I was gently pushed backwards by Jane as she took a defensive position in front of me, blocking her worst nightmare, from my view.

All thoughts of the fight that we just resolved, a fight that began when I discovered that the Italian detective had investigated my on again off again love interest Ian and my involvement with him, flew out the window as I was consumed by fear, fear that she would be taken away from me by this… monster, after we had just fixed our friendship.

Hoyt watched with interest as Jane reacted to his presence, waiting until she was done pushing me behind her protectively, before opening his mouth and speaking in his calm lightly accented voice, "Hello love." He said to Jane before turning to me and saying "Hello to you Dr. Isles, looking as lovely as ever."

"What the fuck do you want?" asked my detective as she tightened her grip on my arm.

Hoyt to a step forward before answering Jane's question "Well that's an interesting question Janie, because even I'm not really sure, but I think I have an idea of it." He spoke in an even honest voice that contained only a hint of malice.

Jane in response to Hoyts step forward took a long step backward that was slightly crooked and that brought us slightly closer to the door, this pattern of Hoyt closing in on us and Jane moving away, continued until my back directly facing the exiting door.

Hoyt took notice of this as Jane slowly began to back us up and with a shake of his head spoke in a disappointed voice "Detective thinking about leaving so soon?"

"No, not at all." Jane replied her voice thick with sarcasm and fear.

"I don't appreciate you use of sarcasm Jane." Hoyt said in a voice one would use to discipline a naughty child, "anyway you wouldn't get far, because my "friend" is waiting just out the door, besides don't you want to play with me, I bet Doc does."

He then reached into his shirts lapel's pocket and pulled out a scalpel, the sight of which caused Jane to shake and absently rub her hands, like I have seen her do many times during stressful situations.

It was then that I found my voice, "Fuck off." I said in a loud clear voice before moving to stand side by side with Jane.