Hey, so this is my first Rizzoli and Isles fanfiction, and the first I have ever posted on this site. It hasn't been beta'd so any mistakes are mine.

I'm not too sure where this is going, however I have written the next few chapters, to keep me going for a while.
throughout the story as I don't know much about the American language etc it will be more English like.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters they belong to TNT and Tess G!

Right well here goes, the first part may seem a little cofusing but it will all pan out eventually.

Enjoy!

Part 1

He grinned to himself, that evil smile of his playing on his lips. He had her, he had Jane Rizzoli. She was scared, he liked that, and he played on it, brushing his skin against her currently unconscious body, trying to bring her round.

She started to gain consciousness, her eyes slowly opening. She tried to move but pain seared through her hands they were stuck fast to the floor. She could feel pain throughout her whole body, but it wasn't anything compared to that in her hands. She looked at then, they were nailed to the floor, just like Hoyt had. She suddenly felt a sickening feeling in her stomach, and fear ran through her body like never before.

….

"Hey Korsak have you seen Jane?" Maura asked as she had seen him walking past the morgue.

"She headed off to follow up on a lead, she should be back soon though, and she's been gone nearly two hours." He replied, smiling at the concerned doctor. "She'll be fine doc, it's just because this case is so close to home, she wants to be busy all the time then she doesn't have time to think about him, and what happened."

He was referring to when Charles Hoyt had been at large, 2 years ago. He had held Jane captive, and he didn't know what would have happened had he not found her those years ago. But now, these murders which have a similar MO definitely couldn't be Hoyts work, he was behind bars, on a secure unit after his attempted escape.

"I'll tell her you were looking for her when she gets back" Korsak called back as he started to walk off, back up to the homicide department.

Maura however, was a little uneasy; she had a bad feeling but she didn't know what. Her mind ran a little wild, with thoughts both good and bad about Jane and what she was doing, by choice or not.

She stalked off back into the morgue, to finish up on the latest John doe. It turned out to be suicide just like they thought. As she finished up, she decided to look for Jane once again, but still she couldn't find her.

She was worried.

Very worried.

…

Jane looked around, she didn't know where she was, and she couldn't remember how she had gotten here. The last thing she remembered was knocking on the door, the door to Hoyts son's house. They hadn't known about this son before, and nobody did now except Jane. Luckily she had left her files on her desk; hopefully someone would make the connection, just like she had. It was him that had her, him that had committed the murders.

Pain seared up her side, cramp. "bloody great" she thought to herself. "As if this situation isn't bad enough, I have to have cramp to top it all off. Well done Rizzoli, only you can get yourself into these situations" she then silently said to herself.

She tried to roll over a little, to get rid of the cramp, but her arms were stretched to their limit, and she didn't realise this until pain shot through her hands once more.

"Fuck!" she cursed to herself, in agony once more.

She glanced down at her body, she was just in her underwear what was going to happen to her? She didn't understand, this wasn't Hoyts MO, and his son should have been carrying on from his dad, shouldn't he? She felt tears running down her cheeks, and she soon tasted the salty water in her mouth. She hated crying, and she never did cry, to her it was a sign of weakness, and Jane Rizzoli was not weak.

She heard footsteps, and they sounded like they were coming towards her, she was scared, very scared. She could see a figure in the darkness, it looked like a male, as he had a very muscular figure and was about six foot tall. He walked towards her, his hands help something between then, something small and silver, it was only as he got closer sis she see what it was. It was a scalpel, a surgical tool she was very familiar with.

"You son of a bitch" she screamed at him. "What do you want with me?" she then asked a little more calmly, her voice still raised.

"It is your fault my father is behind bars, all your fault, you ended his life when you put him behind bars, so now I am going to end yours." He sniggered at her, then he started laughing, laughing at what a helpless situation she was in, yet she was as headstrong as ever.

"What are you laughing at you bastard?" Jane shouted at him, wishing she could move, wriggle anything, to show him she was going to get away, but she couldn't.

A little snigger escaped from his lips as he leaned forward, so his face was just inches from hers. "You!" he muttered just loud enough for her to hear.
"I was meant to end you, just like my dad had meant to. I was meant to nail you to the floor, and re-enact what my father had planned to do, but for once, I don't think I'm going to listen, I want you to feel the pain of me inside you, and I want you to hurt, just like you have hurt my family."

He then swung his arm out wide and hit her over the head, plunging her into complete darkness.