A/N: Hey guys! How are ya doing? Good? I hope so! Anyway, I know there have been many, many, many stories to do with the events that happened in Remember Me. But I felt the need to write one myself. I rewrote that major heart-pounding scene that took place, described it to the best of my abilities, and then added a little bit of my own thing to the end. There will be more chapters to come! Multi-chapter fic, yo. ;) But I just think that the way they had the birthday party was terrible. If I were Jane, I would probably shoot someone who decided to shout "boo!" to surprise me. ANYWHO, I hope you guys enjoy this.

Disclaimer; I do not own Rizzoli & Isles. I do not own the characters, therefore I do not own Sasha Alexander and Angie Harmon. I sometimes like to pretend I do though. :) Don't lie, I know you guys pretend you do, too! ;)

Jane had known better than to believe anything that came out his mouth. She'd never listened before, so why had she now? The offer to know the names and burial sites of every human being this bastard had killed was why. She had wanted to give the families something that they hadn't experienced since the disappearing and murders of their family members. She wanted to give them closure. A part of her knew that there would have been some catch to Hoyt telling her that information, but the other part of her was screaming to go, to listen to him, and get whatever she could from him before his last breath.

"Come closer," he had croaked.

Just as he had asked, without further evaluation of the situation, Jane had leaned in closer, whispering that she was there. In the tiny space of a second, Hoyt's eyes popped open, and in one quick movement, he had Jane pinned to the bed. His hand was tight at her throat, keeping her in one steady position. A position that Jane would not be able to get out of.

"Get him off me!" She screamed, trying to push him away from her, but to her avail, nothing seemed to work.

Maura whirled around to the security guard standing behind her. Her heart beat had accelerated by ten, especially when the only other person in the room reached out and grabbed her by the throat. "I think I'll watch," He swayed the tazer in front of Maura's face. She let out a shaky breath, swallowing hard, before averting her frightened gaze towards her best friend who was in the same predicament as she currently was. What was she supposed to do now? She couldn't doanything but stand there. The guard leered above her with a criminal-like smile, the tazer held high.

"Happy Birthday, Jane." Hoyt whispered tauntingly.

It was that kind of taunting voice that echoed through Jane's mind. It drove her mad and sent chills down to the very marrow of her spine. His voice would never leave her head. Not even after the son of a bitch was dead. She tried to wrench her chin out of his hands, but Hoyt only tightened his grip. He would finish what he started, even if it was the last thing that he did.

The guard had moved Maura over to a hospital bed just one away from Jane's. They had restrained her hands with zip ties. Mason stayed within inches from her, ready to grab her at any sudden movement. Maura wasn't a threat though. They could handle her. She was just a medical examiner. Hoyt had already informed Mason that she could be handled with a pinky finger. There was nothing to worry about.

Hoyt had managed to get zip ties on Jane, as well. Not that the task was that hard to complete. When he wanted something bad enough, he most certainly got it, and everybody knew that Jane was something he wanted. He wanted to feel her blood covering his hands. He wanted to hear her cry.

"I was so hoping you were smart enough to put together my clues," Hoyt hovered above her, his breath hot against her face. "Was it fun? Like a murder treasure hunt?" He asked, evil written through every fiber of his face, through every word he spoke. He was a monster and he was damn proud of it. Jane was stuck in the abyss of her dreams again. Hoyt was her own personal boogey-man and right now he was in full control. Not only did he have her but he had Maura. Dammit, Maura! Her best friend was sitting just a bed away from her.

"I should have killed you when I had the chance," Jane snarled. She could not let into his games. That was all this was: a game. One that Hoyt thought he would win. Jane couldn't let him win. Not this time, not any time. Her eyes met his cold ones and she gave him the look she gave every criminal every day.

"Yeah, you should have."

Maura's eyes had been focused on Hoyt leering over Jane. She had been waiting for some kind of sign to do something. But even with that sign – the one she hadn't received yet – what was she to do? They never discussed this before coming here. Hell, they hadn't even considered it. Maura didn't know! She was just a medical examiner. She had no training with self defense. Even she knew that she wasn't a threat to Hoyt or his apprentice. Her hands fidgeted in the zip ties, trying to loosen them, but found no hope. Her bottom lip quivered with fear, fear for herself, but mostly for Jane. She had to turn her head away from the situation before her. She could no longer look at it. She no longer wanted to. But a part of her told her that she had to look back. She had to. Slowly, Maura lifted her head, her lip quivering all the more.

"The taser," Hoyt took one of the hands that was restraining Jane and held it out for Mason to put the desired weapon into. Mason complied without hesitation, placing the taser in Hoyt's hands. Jane's fist shook, her lips in a hard line as the man above her lowered the tazer to her neck. She scrunched her chin down, not wanting to allow it access to the previously exposed skin. She would be defiant. She would anger him until the last second of his life.

"I could turn it on if you'd like?" Hoyt asked, noticing her defiant attitude toward the weapon. They both knew he wasn't afraid to.

"No!" Maura's wrenching cry echoed off the walls. She knew she was powerless to stop him, but she couldn't help it any longer. How was she supposed to just sit there and...and watch him hurt Jane? Mason took a tiny step towards the examiner, watching her closely. Maura was not to move.

"I always finish what I start." Hoyt whispered grimly, a tiny smirk taking residence on his lips.

Jane turned her gaze away from him, finally looking at Mason. She needed to do something and she needed to do something now. The only other option left was to get Mason to understand. How had Hoyt managed to get Mason to help him? It was a mystery. Hoyt was clearly dead set on killing her and without Mason, she could see it happening. She struggled a bit underneath the heavy man above her.

Taking a deep breath, she sniffled. "He played you Mason." Her voice was weak but still deep. Jane Rizzoli had always prided herself in being able to keep her emotions in check, but right now, in this horrible light, she couldn't. She just couldn't. She brought her eyes back up to Hoyt, hatred written through all of her features as she struggled against him. She had to act unafraid, even if her reality was the complete opposite. "Just like he plays all his little apprentices."

"I'm not the one wearing zip ties, Detective." Mason informed her.

Maura understood immediately what Jane was doing. She figured that helping Jane out now would be best. "What was in it for you?" Her voice wavered as she looked up at him.

"I don't know," It was barely even audible. "It was fun. Kid was all proud of himself, you know, going off to law school. Big deal." The guard stated. Maura dropped her gaze to the ground. This guy was sick. How was any of this fun? It was horrifying to even think that way.

"Idiot was dropping off mystery books for a serial killer." Mason finished.

"I love mysteries." Hoyt loomed over Jane, grinning with pure satisfaction.

Jane continued to struggle. She refused to go down without a fight. "So you were the one who set up his bail?" She asked.

"Yeah. All he had to do for the 5 k was swallow a balloon."

"It was too good to be true," Hoyt started, his eyes burning holes into Jane. "When little Graham told me he was off to Boston college to be a double Eagle I knew then he would be the perfect envelope for my letter to you." Hoyt told the story just like the evil bastard that he was. He took pride it in, just like he took pride in all the other murders and horrors he committed. This man held no shame. Jane was sickened by it, and held back the cringe that was threatening to escape her as she tried to sink further into the bed.

"It's time," his voice loomed out into the room.

Mason knew what that meant. He crossed the room, placing the scalpel into Hoyt's hand after taking the tazer. Jane tried to avoid his gaze, knowing what was coming, but not wanting him to see the pain and fright that she knew what just devouring her features. She could not give him the ultimate satisfaction.

"You killed him. That's why the edges of the stab wounds were so clean." Maura whispered, her eyes scanning Mason quickly. She now understood. Realization had finally dawned on her.

"Well that's very good, Dr. Isles," Hoyt nodded in confirmation. "Though Rod doesn't wield his scalpels with the same finesse, he did get Graham here. So I could be here with you."

Mason had killed Graham, not Hoyt. Hoyt had been laying in this very hospital bed – the one Jane was currently pinned to. They were lost now. Nothing would save them from whatever torture Hoyt had planned for the two women.

"I'm dying, and I want company. I think I'm gonna take you and Dr. Isles with me." Hoyt grinned.

No sooner did he stop speaking did the scalpel finally make the cut into Jane's neck after lingering there for very long moments. Jane whimpered, her teeth clenching together. She could almost guess that the cut was an exact twin to the one that Hoyt had inflicted on her last time. Jane heard Maura's terrified sobs finally break through. Her heart clenched. Maura should not even be here, let alone have to watch this. Wasn't her shooting herself enough for Maura to see? But now...But now this? It just didn't seem fair. All the fright that Maura was feeling was because of her. If Maura hadn't been her best friend then she wouldn't of even thought about being here right now. Being here with this bastard. Jane couldn't help but blame that on herself. It was her fault.

Then, only seconds after Hoyt had made the cut to her neck, he had gotten off her. Jane tried to pull herself up but found herself being restrained once again. Only this time it was by Mason. She struggled fearlessly, angrily against him. She kicked her feet, but it was no use. Mason had her pinned hard. His whole body almost covering hers as he turned her so she was able to completely see Maura. She turned her eyes towards the shaking blonde, only to find Hoyt approaching her.

"No!" Jane growled, kicking against her captor.

"I win Jane." Hoyt informed her. It was barely audible over the terrified sobs of Maura.

No! Hoyt couldn't do this. Maura had done nothing to him. It was her that he wanted, not Maura. She struggled, refusing to ever stop. Hoyt would kill Maura without a second thought.

"Hoyt, don't you touch her!" Jane's voice was rough with anger. She thought back to the interview in the interrogation room that took place between Maura and Hoyt. Hoyt had said he wouldn't kill her. Rape her, maybe, but not kill her. That clearly did not apply right now. Hoyt would kill Maura. Jane had to stop him.

"No, please..." Maura whimpered, her body shaking as sobs wracked it. She watched the sickening smile that grew on his lips as he brought the tazer closer and closer to her body, and then, in a quick mind bogglingly movement, she fell back to the bed from the shock. She was paralyzed: unable to move. It was the pain that had registered so quickly, then the spasm that her body took as it fell to the bed beneath her, and then nothing. She registered Hoyt leering above her, the scalpel in his hand, and she wanted to move. She wanted to move so badly but she couldn't. She could feel his hand touch her shoulder and she couldn't move it.

"You're going to feel a little pinch doctor," Hoyt informed her before driving the scalpel into her neck. Even in the paralyzed state that she was in, Maura was able to feel every little movement that scalpel made. The way it entered her, the sharp and painful feeling of it cutting through the sensitive skin of her neck. She didn't even groan. She couldn't.

"No! Stop it!" Jane's movements suddenly became feral. Nothing could stop them, not even Mason.

"Leave her alone!" She screamed, finally kicking the man off of her. Her mind was filled with Maura. She could not let her best friend be raped and then murdered in front of her. She couldn't let it happen at all. Mason smashed into one of the walls, a pallet of instruments crashing to the floor in the process. Jane kneed him hard, sending him flying to the floor, and within seconds, Jane had the tazer and was pressing it to Mason's body. High voltages, the same ones that just wracked Maura's body, entered him and left him paralyzed.

From the corner of her eye, Jane saw Hoyt move from leering over Maura to her in the matter of seconds. Jane whirled around, keeping a firm grasp on the tazer, before knocking Hoyt down with it. The scalpel flung from his hands, clanging to the floor just seconds before Hoyt did. He reached for it, his hand making contact with the tiny silver instrument. Jane then crashed to the floor next to him. They were in a battle. The final battle that they would have. Both were determined – determined to kill one another. Their hands fought for dominance of the scalpel. Jane reared her leg up and over Hoyt's, her knee holding down his arm and finally her foot smashing into his face. He groaned, his head turning to the right. Jane gave one final kick, the one that made Hoyt drop the scalpel. She reached for it, shoving it into his hand. Good, they matched.

Mason pulled himself up from the floor quickly, blood smearing his face.

"I win!" Jane screamed gruffly, holding the scalpel high above her head, before plunging it into her own personal boogey-man's chest. Hoyt let one final groan, one of absolute pain, escape him. "And you're going to hell alone." Her voice was rough and she could barely find the energy in her to stand up. She didn't yet. She glared down at Hoyt, seeing his eyes wide and before Jane could even turn around, there had been shots fired. Her chest fell to Hoyt's as she ducked.

Then, she finally turned. It was Korsak and Frost. She remembered the last time that she'd seen Korsak shoot someone for her. He'd shot Hoyt. But this time, she had won, and not him. Hoyt was dead.

Korsak went over to the guy that he shot first. He had to make sure the bastard was down for good and wasn't gonna take them by surprise.

Frost had rushed to the Doctor who was still laying on the bed. He slowly and carefully lifted her up, taking her by the shoulders to steady her. Maura let a groan out, unable to focus on anything except the fact that she was moving. Everything seemed so far away, so distant, and unreal. She couldn't make sense of any situation. She didn't even know that someone was sitting next to her until she heard his voice.

"You okay, Doc?" Frost asked softly, trying to get her attention. Maura slowly lifted her gaze, her face pale. He looked so blurry that she had to blink to try to focus on anything. She felt sick and in pain. Her whole world was dizzy. "You're okay," Frost whispered. Maura couldn't respond. She couldn't find her vocal cords, so instead, due to the fact that she couldn't answer and the pain was still spiraling through her body, she fell sideways, her head lolling against his shoulder.

After making sure that the guy was down, Korsak rushed to Jane, lifting her from the ground. The sound of her whimpers and cries was enough to make him cry as he steadied her. There was blood coming from her head, fresh blood, and dried blood at her neck. Another wound to the same place as before, he thought. At least he hadn't went for her hands.

"You're okay." Korsak whispered, trying to comfort her. He watched as her head nodded gently. His usually composed friend chose that moment to fall into him, sobs wracking her body. Jane Rizzoli was crying. She broke down. Her cries were loud and pained. He almost cried himself as he hushed her, telling her that she was okay. This was what Hoyt had done to her. Frost had asked him before and certainly now, Frost would know. Hoyt brought out the vulnerable and terrified side of Jane. One that no body saw, and Korsak hated that. He glanced to the dead body on the floor. Hoyt was dead. He wouldn't do this to her anymore. Praise the world. He held onto her tightly, rubbing her back. Jane would be safe. Oh yes, she was safe now.

After a few minutes, Jane pulled back. Korsak kept a firm grip on her shoulders just in case her body wasn't ready to stand on it's own yet.

"Get...Get them off." Jane whispered, her crying subsiding for now. She never cried and when she did, it was never in front of people. This was a very rare occasion. A rare occasion that Jane promised herself would never be seen again.

Korsak complied quickly, cutting the bounds from her wrists. At the freedom, Jane rung her hands together before whirling around, her eyes landing on her blonde friend. She didn't care how unsteady she was. She needed to get to Maura. Jane made her way across the room quickly, Maura was still collapsed against Frost. The blonde wasn't moving.

"Maura!" Jane reached the bed, placing a hand on her friends knee, only to find that Maura flinched.

Frost glanced at Jane, silently telling her to remember that it wasn't her that Maura was flinching from. The blonde was still recovering from being tazered.

"Hey, hey..." Jane said softly, trying to grasp Maura's attention.

Maura glanced up, her eyes unfocused, still full of fright. It took her a minute to focus on the woman in front of her. She squinted, everything slowly becoming clearer, and when it did, everyone knew because Maura had pulled herself away from Frost and tumbled into Jane quickly. Jane wrapped two supportive arms around her friend, burying her face into the mesh of sweaty blonde hair.

"You're okay, Maur..." She whispered groggily.

Maura felt a sob coming. She whimpered, nodding, before pulling back and glancing up at Jane. Maura's eyes were full of tears and they were still daze-like, but she was starting to loose the confusion that came with being tazered.

"He didn't..." Before Maura could even finish, Jane shook her head.

"I wouldn't let him." Jane stated lightly. That's when she noticed the cut on Maura's neck. It looked deep to her, but she was no medical expert. This had happened to Maura because of her. She felt so responsible. She was so responsible.

Maura took a steady breath, nodding softly, before seeing two medical officers run in. The sudden urge to be sick came and she pulled back from Jane's arms. She remembered reading an article about the after effects of being tazered. Vomiting happened to be one of them.

"Chief Medical Examiner Doctor Maura Isles and Boston Homicide Detective Jane Rizzoli." Korsak informed the four medical officers before they pried Maura and Jane apart to fix them both up. Well, fix their physical wounds. Korsak and Frost exchanged a glance, knowing that the emotional state of the two women would not be fixed – not for awhile.

A/N: Do you guys want more? Lemme know what you think! :)