Very AU. Rizzoli and Isles are not mine. Rated m for probable later language and themes.

Captain Jane Rizzoli had once again successfully commanded her team on their mission. As the spacecraft was finally docked she operated the comms unit to address the various men and women aboard her craft.

"This is your Captain speaking. I'd like to thank you all for the hard work that you have put in as part of this team. Some of you will be given new missions working with people you may not know; I am sure that for those of you I will not work with on the next mission that you will be as impressive for your new Captain as you have been for me. What we achieved on this voyage, we couldn't have done without each and every one of you.

I know that this trip has been a difficult one; but rest assured no action is without consequence and there will be consequences, I assure you. Thank you, all of you. Go home, enjoy your down time, see your families and rest up. For those of you I will see again, I look forward to captaining you on our next voyage."

Jane could hear the applause resonate throughout the ship. She was a good Captain and she loved every minute of it. She had a good team and without them she couldn't achieve the various missions that StarCommand set them.

Her crew respected her and she them. She was firm but fair, however if crossed she was quite ruthless and cold. The speech she had just given reflected a situation centred on the doctor on board; Charles Hoyt. He was not going to be onboard for long and would be Court-martialed and imprisoned as soon as Jane spoke to the Director of StarCommand. He would welcome the disciplinary as the better option; Jane was quite prepared to have thrown him out into space, but she didn't want to waste the equipment that would have been attached to his sorry ass. The doctor wouldn't work again; Jane would make sure of it. Hoyt was proud of being a surgeon. Jane would ensure he would never hold a scalpel or practice medicine again.

Hoyt had attacked and raped one of the female technicians on the ship. Jane had locked Hoyt in one of the cells; members of the team had beaten him without Jane's knowledge but he seemed unaffected by it; he had been in a holding cell for four months while they were returning from their mission. While Jane didn't condone violence, she knew why some of the men had reacted how they did. Jane could tell that the violence shown to Hoyt seemed to give him a grim pleasure, as if he wanted the outward expression of anger as a vindication of his actions.

Jane decided to try another method with Hoyt and humiliated him in front on the ship by addressing the ship in one of her morning speeches; verbalizing Hoyt's to the crew the despicable acts committed by Hoyt. He deserved his reputation to be in tatters.

They had induced hypersleep on the woman, Davis. She didn't need to remember anything of this trip. Her colleagues were working to erase the memory for her, so that when Davis woke she would remember nothing of her ordeal. Altering the brain patterns as if they were algorithms to be re-written was never something Jane was comfortable with; but on this occasion she figured it wouldn't hurt. Hoyt would be the one to pay.

Jane was tired, the mission had exhausted her; the trouble with Hoyt had been unexpected and had shaken the ship. She was there to protect all of those who served under her and she had failed; she had failed Davis.

Jane was the only female Captain at StarCommand and she was only in her thirties; it added additional pressure to her leadership, but she usually welcomed it. Most of the time she didn't mind the scrutiny and used it to inspire her to achieve greatness, other times however, like today, she wished she could be the same as everyone else. Other Captain's may have handled Hoyt differently, but she was neither the Judge nor the Jury; there were Laws and Regulations to deal with people like Hoyt.

Some of the older more traditional Captains often tried to undermine her authority and make her appear weak and less able to do her job. It seemed Jane always had to stay one step ahead of them, to stay alert and focused. She didn't have time for distractions. Distractions would cause her to make a mistake and heaven forbid her ship be taken from her.

Her ship was the Joe Friday. Jane had worked her way through the ranks and was given the honour of naming her ship; Joe for her Father and Friday for the day she was born. It reminded her of the lessons that she had learned from him and on her own journey. Work hard, play hard, never give up, never stop learning, laugh at yourself and with others, live a life you are proud of and love someone worthy. She struggled with the last one. The others she had down pat, but that last one had eluded her and continued to elude her. Jane was unsure whether it was she who were unworthy, or the people she had dated in the past. Either way, she tried not to pay it any mind. She was a busy woman; love would have to seek her out if it was going to, not the other way round.

Still, she didn't have time for a relationship. She commanded a ship with sometimes 400 people on board. That was a great deal of responsibility and was something she was proud of. Her people depended on her.

As the crew collected their belongings and exited the ship only she and Reid her Vice-Captain remained.

"Permission to speak, Captain?"

"Granted."

"Are you going to see Davis first or transport Hoyt to his prison?"

"Davis will still be in hypersleep for the next two hours. Arrange for Lieutenant Korsak to stand guard at her door and you and I will transport Hoyt. I have spoken to Director Grant and he is expecting the prisoner."

As she watched Reid disappear to find Korsak she breathed a sigh of relief. She had got them home; she hadn't lost any of them. She was a good Captain, yes, but she took nothing for granted. She always gave thanks to whatever God it was that navigated them back to safety. She patted the control panel in front of her.

"Thanks buddy, you did good Joe."

She heard Reid re-enter the flight deck.

"All set?"

"Ay, Captain."

"Let's roll."

Jane and Reid made their way to the cells. Jane prepared herself for the abuse from Hoyt.

"Ah, Captain. I was wondering when you would show your face again. Are we home? What's say I give you a welcome home present?"

Hoyt grabbed his crotch as if to illustrate his point. The door of the cell opened and Reid kneed Hoyt to demonstrate his.

"Sorry, Captain, I slipped."

"Are we gonna have trouble from you, Hoyt or are you going to play nice? We've prepared a nice cell for you and it's going to be home for the next few years."

Hoyt laughed; a sound that chilled Jane to the core.

"Oh, I'll always play nice with you, Captain. Can I call you Jane? I'd like to call you Jane. You're quite the leader you know Jane, in control, strong, authoritative. Why, I bet you'd just love a man to be the boss of you, to make you scream out. In fact I'm just the man, Jane."

Out of nowhere Jane saw the flash of steel, how in the hell did he have a scalpel? She saw the blade quickly strike across Reid's throat and he fell, trying the stop the flow of blood from his artery but to no avail; Hoyt was a surgeon after all. He knew exactly where to strike.

Hoyt turned to face Jane, the scalpel now bloodied. Jane altered her stance to attack; fight or flight Rizzoli. She flew at Hoyt, slipping on the floor that was now bloodied. She found herself on her back, Hoyt on top of her. She pressed the panic button on her suit, knowing Korsak would be there in minutes. Hoyt knew that too.

He looked down at Jane.

"You've taken everything from me, Jane. I could kill you right now. I want you to know that Jane, but I have to give you something to remind you of me. A little souvenir of what you tried to take from me."

With that he stuck the scalpel through Jane's hand and onto the floor, pinning her in place. Jane screamed in pain. Hoyt repeated the action with the other hand. Seriously, where had he gotten the scalpels from? It must have been someone on her ship. Someone on her ship had helped this man. Who? Who would have done such a thing? That thought continued to run through her mind as she passed out from the pain.

When she came to Hoyt was gone. Korsak was looking down on her, radioing for help.

"Captain. Jane. It's ok. Let me help you. Here."

Jane was sobbing, a mix of sorrow from what had happened to Reid, the pain from her hands, frustration at Hoyt having escaped and embarrassment at being so broken. Korsak was part of her crew; she warranted respect, not pity.

"Pull them out, Korsak."

"But Captain."

"Out! Now!"

Korsak removed the scalpels quickly. He knew better than to disobey Jane.

"Goddamit! Son of a bitch!"

Korsak tore his shirt and wrapped the material around Jane's hands, pressing firmly on the wounds.

"It's ok, Captain. We've got you." Korsak stated, just as his back up arrived.

"Hoyt? Where's Hoyt?"

"I'm sorry Captain, there's no sign. He's gone."

Perfect. She stemmed her tears.

"We've got to take you to get checked out. Good job we don't fly out straight away."

"Just get me patched up. I need a beer."

"Affirmative, Captain."

Korsak helped Jane up from the floor.

"We'll get him Captain."

"Not if he gets us first, Korsak. I want the personnel records of everyone who was on this mission. Someone helped him, someone gave him scalpels, and when I find out who, their life will not be worth living. Contact Reid's family. He was a good worker. He deserves a proper funeral."

As Jane walked with Korsak she glanced down at her throbbing hands. They would forever remind her of this day and she vowed to find Charles Hoyt and bring him to justice for what he had done. She vowed to right this wrong, no matter how long it took or where it took her. She would be the one to capture Charles Hoyt; she would find him whatever it took.