Chapter One

Hoyt Knows

Hey guys and gals! I know I've only just updated Courage and haven't updated From Bad to Worse in some time but don't worry I plan to update it as soon as possible, I'm already planning it out but I started this months ago and I've just finished it and simply had to see what you guys thought. Should I continue it? I quite like it. I know that some of the lines that are from the episode I'm Your Boogie Man are in this and they may be wrong so just ignore them. When Hoyt said he knew why Jane didn't kill him it made me curious so I decided to elaborate. Anyway, enjoy!

With one sharp push the door flew open and Detective Jane Rizzoli walked into the room with her usual confident stride. It pleased him as he saw he had defeated her without breaking her. Broken women were too easy and he wanted a worthy opponent unlike the others. It was nice to see that she was a challenge and wanted to do whatever it takes to survive, just like him. However she had lost weight, most people would assume it was the job but he'd seen her before and although she was skinny before, now she was barely standing. The dark circles under her eyes were a clear indicator that he'd kept her up at night, either through being in her dreams, or rather nightmares, or he made sure she didn't dare fall asleep in case he came, these thoughts pleased him greatly and a smile was instantly placed upon his face. Still he was impressed at how put together she was, despite that she was so afraid of him. He knew for a fact although he knew she would never admit it. She was a fighter, just like him. Even as she spoke to him with much disgust, he couldn't help but remain smiling.

"Where is she? Where's Emily?"

"Jane..." He laughed with much delight. He grinned evilly at her and quickly shook his head. She stood there with anger in her eyes. He'd seen it there so many times before. The first time, it had surprised him but now he looked forward to seeing it. As she stood there with her hands on her hips waiting for his answer he decided to put her out of her mystery, just to say. "Not far. You seem very frustrated. You're not supposed to be here, are you, on this case, hmm? Did I jeopardize your ability to convict me of all those murders?"

Then she laughed as she spoke to him, her voice laced with confidence, "Oh, you're going to die in prison, that's enough for me." The happiness drained from his face, instantly.

"Oh, well can I go back to my quaint, little cell then?" He asked. She hated how his voice almost sounded innocent and they both knew it, especially when she threw the next comment at him.

"Yeah, just as soon as we find your friend but until then we're gonna keep you here so you two can't communicate..."

"It's too late Jane." His voice meant to hold warning as he interrupted her little speech but she just turned away and began to walk off as she said,

"Oh shut up!" Now he was afraid that she would leave and he didn't want that. Not after he'd waited so long to see her so he then gave her a reason to stay.

"I can show you my hands?" He offered as she stopped and rubbed her left eye. He noticed over the years that she did that a lot, especially when she was frustrated. This offering was a test for her that she passed. She turned around with her hand still on her head and her eyes dropped down to his hands as he raised them revealing the bullet hole scars that she'd left him not long ago.

A flashback played through both of their heads of that night and they both heard Jane's voice ringing through their heads, 'We match.'

"I should have killed you," She said, she sounded confused as to why she didn't kill him. His face still looked confident. As if he knew everything and he made sure she saw his confidence.

"But you didn't." He said. "Now isn't that interesting? Why didn't you Jane, why not? It's not because you didn't want to sink to my level. No, that's not it." This gave Jane more doubt about herself but she didn't let this show. She just kept her confidence up and continued to interrogate him.

"I've been wondering the same thing. Why didn't I kill you?" She asked.

"I know why." He bragged but she just ignored him, assuming that he was simply bluffing.

"All of those women you tortured and killed... Why? What made you go after them?" She asked, desperate to know that answer. Maybe even to understand why Hoyt went after her.

"Bad luck." He said after shrugging slightly. Jane walked up to him and grabbed the top of his shirt and began to shake him as she spoke.

"Is that with me too? Huh was it my bad luck, is that why you came after me?" He couldn't help but laugh gently at her reaction. She was hurting him with the force she was using but he didn't care she'd hurt him worse before and vice versa and he was always happy to have Jane this close.

Special Agent Gabriel Dean stood behind her shaking him head as her said her name. "Jane." Her grip only got tighter when she turned her head away from him to look at the agent stood in the corner.

"No! I wanna know!" She turned back round to face him again, "I wanna know, you get to a point where you're not afraid anymore, I'm not afraid of you anymore. I wanna know why did you come after me?" He just leaned forward slightly and looked her in the eye.

"I love it when you're angry." He said, simply, grinning as he spoke.

"I'm gonna love you when you're dead," She said before releasing him and swinging him forward again. He continued to smile at her until she couldn't take it anymore and had to turn around away from him. Once again she began rubbing her left eye in frustration.

Suddenly he found that he couldn't take not seeing her face so he spoke up again. "Why you?" He asked, causing her to spin around to look at him again. "Every good boxer fights a worthy opponent or the win is meaningless. And you Jane, are the only worthy opponent that I've ever had." Her face showed sorrow, disgust and a hint of confusion.

"Take this animal back to his cage," she said, before heading towards the door.

"Don't you remember that summer, Jane, you were fourteen!" He shouted, trying to stop her from leaving. "Your brother Tommy and Frankie were with you!" She stopped and turned round to him.

"Don't let him get to you Jane," Agent Dean told her.

"How do you know their names?" Jane demanded, completely ignoring Dean's advice, much to Hoyt's delight.

"I was there, that summer," Hoyt explained.

"Jane," Dean warned, as he stood in between Jane and Hoyt trying to push Jane out of the door.

"But he knows their names, Dean," Jane pleaded.

"Can't you remember Jane?" Hoyt asked. Jane pushed past Dean and walked over to Hoyt.

"Remember what?" She demanded to know.

"The summer when you were kidnapped," Hoyt revealed, her face changed from a look of confusion to a look of shock. "I kidnapped you Jane when you were fourteen, for an entire summer but you got away."

"What? You're lying, Hoyt, stop messing with me." Jane demanded.

"I'm not." He whispered.

"Stop it!" Jane shouted. Dean grabbed her to pull her out of there because Hoyt was getting to her and once he's done that, he would be able to control her.

"Get off her Agent Dean, she can deal with her own battles," Hoyt said, quietly.

"I'm sorry Jane, I can't do that," he picked her up and went to pull her out of the room but one of the guards who were stood by Hoyt ran to them and pushed Jane from his grip. She fell out of Dean's arms. Suddenly Hoyt was by her side and he had wrapped his arms round her as he picked her up. As he pulled her away from Dean, she started fighting to get free and watched as one of the guards put a needle in his neck and he soon lost consciousness.

"Dean!" She shouted, sounding desperate.

"I'm sorry, Jane," Hoyt whispered into her ear, showing no sorrow whatsoever. Jane just stared at Dean as the guards put him on the floor. She gave in fighting immediately, scared that they would kill him. "Janie?" Hoyt said into her ear, making her skin crawl. "How about we pop down to the morgue and visit Doctor Isles?"

"No!" Jane gasped, the fear of endangering Maura surged through her. She began to fidget again to make it harder to get Jane down to the morgue.

"Come on Jane, don't be like that, I'll get down to the morgue..." Hoyt whispered, wrapping his left arm around her whilst his right hand went inside his pocket, "... One way..." Then he brought his hand out and revealed a knife which he pressed against her neck, "... Or another."

Jane's heart rate increased dramatically and without choice she allowed herself to be pushed down to the morgue hoping that no-one was going to stop them on the way and that Maura was out.

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