A/N: Hi So PLLEASSSEEE REVIEWWWWW because I need to know how many people are interested in the actual story. Its summer, so I should have some time to write it I promise I'll make it better than 'just another Hoyt story'
Killer.
I recall her face when I inform her that she is like me. I look back with pleasure on that small, almost unnoticed twitch in her face. She doesn't want to show it, but that statement upsets her. No, I didn't go to some fancy European Prep school. I wasn't filthy rich. But, for someone's entire career to be as centered on death as hers is, she must be something similar between us. I don't know why she does it. Maybe it's the control she has over those bodies. She's all alone with them. She could do anything and no one would ever find out. Whatever reason she has for wanting to be constantly surrounded by death, she must be like me. And she knows it. And I will prove it.
Dr. Maura Isles is killer.
Just, maybe not a killer.
She had a killer body, killer looks, killer hair. She had a killer fashion sense and a killer brain to match these killer physical features. He killer smile, killer eyes, killer strut as she goes to investigate a crime scene, they entice me.
She didn't think of herself as a killer. She felt she helped those who were killed. I was going to prove her wrong, even if it costs me my life. I know its In there, and I will bring it out. I will do whatever it take to end my little game of cat and mouse with sweet Jane. Then, I will turn Maura Isles into a killer.
Dr. Maura Isles is Killer.
Soon, I will turn her into a killer.