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Let's get this Hoyt mess cleaned up, shall we? You'll recognise some dialogue adapted from the show :)
"Do you really think this is a good idea, Jane?" Dean asked as he and his old teammate strode towards the correctional facility that housed Charles Hoyt.
"It'll be fine." Jane said firmly, leaving no room for him to argue.
The pair flashed their badges and logged their visit into the prison database.
Jane and Gabriel stood next to each other with their arms crossed in the visitor's section of the prison, waiting for the guards to bring Hoyt out.
When the skinny, grey haired man appeared, hands behind his back and two guards escorting him, Jane tensed.
Charles Hoyt smiled sickeningly up at the brunette. "Jane, how lovely to see you. Haven't seen you since the trial."
Jane pointed at the chair across the table in front of her. "Get his ass in the chair." She commanded the guards and they obeyed without a problem. She sat down opposite him and Dean stayed to her left.
Hoyt sniffed the air. "Ah. I like that scent. The smell of lavender… and fear."
Jane ignored him. "See one. Do one. Teach one. That's what they taught you in medical school. Who did you teach, Hoyt?" She asked sternly, not wanting to put up with his psychological bullshit.
"I dropped out, Jane. I mean, you know that." He replied calmly.
"You were kicked out… For fondling a corpse." Jane corrected him.
Hoyt chuckled but his expression relayed that he was anything but amused. "That's very good, Jane. You've learned how to irritate me…" He looked at her hands resting on the table. "I want to see them. Hands are so useful… Dexterous. And yours played the piano. Do they still work?"
Unnerved at the private knowledge he seemed to have of her, she shrugged nonchalantly and raised them for him to see. The scars were there but they had healed well and she had almost full motion back in them. "Good as new. So your turn. You trained somebody, didn't you?" The FBI agent dropped her hands back to the table.
Hoyt ignored her question. "I love your neck. It's so beautiful. And your breasts. Very firm."
Jane was getting pissed off now but did her best not to show it. "Answer the question."
He ignored her again. "Tell me, Jane, what would you like to do to me?"
The tall woman smirked at this question. It was easy to answer. "I'd like to get my gun… and put it in your mouth and pull the trigger."
The grey haired man frowned and shook his head in disappointment. "Oh, no, no, no. It is so much better slowly, to take your time. You know, all my life I've been meticulous... about finishing what I start. And that bothers me because I haven't finished what I started with you."
"And you won't, you sick scumbag." Jane stood up, knowing they weren't going to get anywhere with Hoyt today.
He got a little upset at her dismissal and tried to keep her talking. "Do you dream about me, Jane? Because I dream about you."
Jane turned back to him and gave him a nonplussed look. "I don't even think about you. But I tell you what, I'll visit you every day if you tell me who your friend is. Who killed Dr. Yeager, and where's his wife?" She tried one more time.
Hoyt sighed and looked towards the clock on the wall. "I see that our time's up."
Jane tried one more tactic. "I do dream about you." She stated evenly.
Hoyt's interest was piqued. "Am I ever your lover?"
Dean interrupted and stepped forward angrily. "That's enough, you son of a bitch! That's enough!"
"Alright, alright. But you're right, Jane… I should play fair." He smiled evilly at her. "My friend is out there. Enjoy him. Because he'll enjoy you… and your hot little wife." He whispered the last part out and felt complete satisfaction as Jane's face morphed into one of rage.
"You fuckin'—" She stepped forward, intent on doing damage.
"Jane!" Dean grabbed her by the arms and pulled her back. "Don't let him win." She shrugged his hands off and collected herself.
Jane gave the psychopath a smile of her own. "You wont win, Hoyt. We're gonna find your friend and you're goin' back to isolation. Get him outta here!" She barked at the guards and they obliged her command once again.
Jane rolled restlessly and unwrapped her arm from her wife's body, unable to sleep.
She smiled at the adorable little grumble that Maura gave at the loss of contact. "Noo, stay." The doctor reached for the warm body as Jane got out of bed.
"Shh baby, go back to sleep." Jane went downstairs to make herself some of Maura's chamomile tea. Apparently it helped to relax the mind.
As the tall woman took her first sip, her phone buzzed on the counter, signalling an incoming call from Korsak.
"Rizzoli."
"Janie, they found Gail Yeager." He informed her, upset.
"Damn." She whispered. "Send me the details. I'll be right there."
The FBI agent went back upstairs to her room and dressed quickly. She leaned over Maura and gently caressed her face. "Maur?"
"Mmmm?" The honey blonde slowly rolled onto her back and blinked open tired eyes. "You get a call?"
"Yeah." Jane leaned down to kiss the doctor. "I'll be back later. Love you." She kissed her once more and got up to leave.
"Love you." Maura's delayed sleepy response sounded as the brunette stepped out of the room.
Once Kent had completed Gail Yeager's autopsy he gave the results to the waiting FBI agents.
Finn and Lucy had joined them to help but were still trying to catch up with knowledge about the case.
"So, all the same signs as if Hoyt himself had done it. I really wish we could figure out how to find this guy." Dean exclaimed frustrated.
"I uh, discovered some carpet fibre on the victim's body. It might help. I'll let you know as soon as possible." Kent informed them and left the BRIC.
"Guys, Hoyt didn't meet his apprentice in prison. Or medical school. All eighty classmates are clean—" Nina was interrupted by Jane's phone buzzing.
"Rizzoli."
Harold sighed heavily into the phone. "Jane… Hoyt's out."
Jane stood abruptly. "What?!" She grabbed her jacket off the chair.
"He escaped during yard time."
"How the fuck did that happen?!" She yelled and everyone at BPD was waiting silently to find out what the call was about.
"We aren't sure yet but he obviously had help."
"Jesus! I gotta get home." She hung up and addressed Finn. "Get our best guys on my kids, my wife, and my house!" She ordered. "Hoyt escaped!" Jane let the room know as she put her jacket on and practically ran for the elevator. A sense of deja vu washed over her from only months ago when she feared for her family's safety.
Knowing that the kids were at a high security school and Finn had organised their protection detail to watch them right away, Jane drove to Brigham and Women's hospital to see Maura.
The brunette smiled politely at a few familiar faces and went to the Maternity Ward's reception desk. "Hey Claire, is Maura in her office?"
"Hi Jane, let me check." The strawberry blonde receptionist lifted the phone to her ear and waited. "Hi Dr Isles, your wife is here to see you. Ok, will do." She hung up and smiled at Jane. "You can go in. You know where it is."
"Thanks." Jane said and walked down the hall to her wife's office door. She had just been moved into her own space next door to Dr Moran. She had been like a little kid at Christmas when she received the news.
"Jay." Maura gave the taller woman a full dimpled smile as she entered her office. The honey blonde stood up and wrapped her arms around her wife's neck and leaned in for a kiss.
Jane's hands found purchase on the doctor's hips and she deepened their kiss. "Hey beautiful."
Maura frowned when their kiss ended and she got a look at the FBI agent's face. "Darling, when was the last time you slept properly?"
Jane didn't let go but lifted her face to the ceiling and tried to think. "I dunno, Maur." She answered honestly. "How long can a person go without sleeping?"
"Hallucinations begin by day four... followed by slurred speech, short attention span and death." The doctor informed her wife, worried. She reached her hands up to caress the tired face.
"You're better than Wikipedia." Jane smirked and ran her hands up Maura's back and down again.
Maura rolled her eyes. "Wikipedia is frequently incorrect. Very little is rigorously peer-reviewed." She kissed the brunette's jaw and let go to sit on her couch. "What's going on, my love." Maura patted next to her on the two seater and allowed her hand to be encased in two warmer ones as Jane sat next to her.
"The Hoyt case is open again. He's out, Maura." Jane told Maura and watched the horror cross the doctor's face.
"Oh no, Jane. Are you safe?" Those hazel eyes were almost pleading for Jane to just say yes but she couldn't lie about this. The question caused the brunette to almost sob at the kindness and selflessness of her wife.
Jane just shook her head in the negative and Maura gathered her up into her small but strong arms. "What do we need to do?"
Jane cleared the emotion from her throat and sat up a little to look into the concerned face. She placed her hand on the soft cheek and caressed Maura's face with her thumb. "I want you and the kids to get out of the city. Go to your parent's place in New York. Just until we find—"
"No-" Maura started to protest. Jane's finger on her lip silenced her.
"Please baby?" Jane held Maura's face in her hands and begged desperately. "Please, just for a few days. I know we'll get him. I can't- I just can't worry about you and the kids and focus on this case."
"And who is going to look after you?!" Maura asked, her voice raising with worry.
"I'll have Dean stay over, ok?" Jane compromised.
"Fine but if I am away from you for my thirtieth birthday next week, you're going to have to take me to Paris to make up for it." Maura relented with a pout but only for the sake of their children's safety.
"I promise I'll make it up to you if I miss it." Jane hung her head shamefully. "I'm so sorry, Maura."
"Don't you dare, Jane." The doctor demanded exasperatedly. Jane lifted her teary eyes to look at her wife and Maura continued as she knelt down in front of the lanky brunette. "Don't you dare blame yourself for this. It's awful that this psychopath has fixated himself on you but that's not your fault. Please sweetheart, don't go there." Maura wiped the tears away and kissed Jane before standing up and holding out her hand.
Maura gathered her things and let her boss know about the emergency situation. The older doctor was more than understanding and gave the honey blonde the rest of the week off.
The couple collected their kids from school and took them straight home to pack a bag.
"Mama, why do I have to miss the first week of school?" Eli whined. She was the only one of her siblings that had a problem with leaving school for a few days.
"I'm sorry, sweetie. I know it's a kinda weird time to go." Jane apologised without giving a reason. There was no way her almost eleven year old daughter was going to buy it.
Thank god for Maura and her ability to deflect. "We are going in time to see the New York Renaissance Faire!" The honey blonde exclaimed excitedly. Eli's eyes lit up at the mention and she seemed satisfied.
Alex groaned in Jane-like fashion and so the twins copied him. Jane laughed at their antics, knowing she would be feeling the same if she was going too. She felt the need to warn them about their attitudes though. "Please be kind to Mommy, my nuggets. You will all get to do something fun, ok?" She glanced in the rearview mirror and made eye contact with them all.
Madeleine frowned. "Aren't ya comin' with us, Mama?" Looking and sounding exactly like her, dark curly hair and dark eyes, accompanied by the classic Rizzoli whine.
"Aww munchkin, I'm sorry but I gotta big case at the moment and I can't leave town."
Alexander scoffed.
"What's that noise for, buddy?" She asked the twelve year old. He was growing up so fast. This was his last year of elementary school and he was getting smarter by the day.
"It's ironic that you gotta stay in Boston and we are goin' to New York when it used to be the other way 'round." Alex laughed at the absurdity and Eli joined him, seeing the funny side of it.
"What does ironic mean?" Lucille asked and they all looked at Maura to answer.
The doctor lifted an eyebrow and shook her head with a smile. "Irony is the expression of one's meaning by using language that signifies the opposite, typically for humorous effect."
Lucille's eyes opened wide and she made a hand motion over her head to signify that she didn't get it. "Ookaay." Her and Maddie giggled at each other in the very back seats of the Land Rover.
As soon as they got home, Jane and Maura hustled the children into their rooms to pack and they were back out the door in twenty minutes.
Jane then drove her family to the airport, giving them all a tight hug and kiss. Kate and her mother met them there to accompany Maura and had promised to look after them. Jane laughed at this. If she was a psychopath, she wouldn't want to mess with Angela Rizzoli.
The FBI agents and Homicide detectives stood around the BPD BRIC going over the newer evidence.
"Lab identified the carpet we found on the victim. It's called Antron. Navy blue carpet. From a car." Lucy informed them as she read the report.
"Navy blue's a popular colour. Two million vehicles with this type of carpet fibre." Finn noted.
"Swell." Was Jane's sarcastic response.
"You want coffee?" Korsak asked the team.
The tall brunette was the only one to nod. "I take three sugars." Jane let him know.
His shocked face was comical and she knew she was going to get a lecture. "For Christ's sake, since when?"
"Since, I don't know. Since for a while. Since I haven't been able to sleep from this asshole targeting me." She folded her arms and dared him to challenge her.
He raised his hands in submission. "Alright. But I'm tellin' your wife." He joked and she scoffed at him.
"What about the semen we found?" Lucy asked Nina.
"No hits."
"How is that possible?" The short, dark haired woman asked incredulously.
Dean answered. "Easy. Stark's not in CODIS. Ran the prints we had too. Nothing… Just like we thought, he's a ghost."
Korsak handed Jane her coffee and ran his hand thoughtfully over his face. He directed his question to Dean. "You ever heard of sheep dipping?"
"No." The FBI agent answered, interested in what the older man was thinking.
"It's when the CIA borrows a soldier for a black-ops mission. Green Berets were sheep-dipped. Their identities wiped from databases... so they wouldn't be recognised as American military." Korsak briefed them on his knowledge.
Dean smiled at the information. Now they were getting somewhere. "So, you think our apprentice was a Green Beret working for the CIA?
"Maybe… I mean, we know he was a soldier on these tours but we don't know anything else about his history. It makes some sense, right?" Korsak affirmed.
Jane's eyes widened suddenly. "Yeah, that's it! That's the connection."
Everyone in the room looked at her, waiting for her mouth to conclude what her mind already had.
"What?" Finn asked, excited at what seemed to be a break in their case.
"I remember on Hoyt's file that he used an assumed name to get into a combat medic training program at Fort Stewart. Maybe they met there?" Jane directed her question to Dean. They were the most knowledgeable about the details of the case.
He nodded, piecing it together in his mind too. "Yeah, that's worth a shot. I'll call Fort Stewart and cross-reference Hoyt's records. We'll nail both these sons of bitches." He pulled out his phone, excitedly.
As Dean began his conversation, Jane's phone buzzed and Frankie's face filled the screen. She hadn't even realised he wasn't there. He should have been.
"Hey Frankie."
"Janie, I'm uh- at your house." He told her nervously.
"What? Why?!"
"We got a call. They've been in here."
"Fuck… I'll be right there." Jane sighed, relieved that she had made Maura and the kids go to New York. She would never forgive herself if anything happened to them. "I gotta go guys. Someone broke into our house."
"Oh shit. You need one of us to come with you?" Finn asked, concerned about his teammate.
"Nah, Frankie's there. I'll be back later." Jane waved them off and dragged her feet to her car. This day was not panning out to be a great one.
Jane pulled up outside of her house to three police cars and an ambulance. She entered her home and winced at the mess in the kitchen, dining room, and living room. "Damn, they trashed it. Fuckin' bastards." She growled angrily and spoke to a uniformed officer.
"I'm sorry, Janie. It's only these three rooms." Frankie informed her as he descended the stairs. The tall woman frowned when she realised her brother was in his uniform.
"Why are you working the beat?"
He smirked at the question. "I uh, lost a bet so I'm on call for today."
Jane rolled her eyes. "Alright, loser. You check our rooms?"
"Yeah, nothin' looked disturbed but you'll be able to tell better than me if anythin' is missin'."
"Alright, I'll take a look. You guys can probably go." She waved off his protest. "I'll stay in a hotel tonight and get the place professionally cleaned tomorrow." The brunette watched as CSI techs did their thing in her kitchen.
"Ok. Let me know if you need anything."
"K." Jane answered her ringing cell phone. It was Dean. "Yeah?"
"Jane, I got good news! You were right. Called in a favour and got records from Fort Stewart. Our apprentice is definitely Special Forces officer, John Stark... 32. He did three tours in Afghanistan as part of a direct action force."
"What unit was he assigned to?"
"Six-one-eight, medical care specialists. Same as Hoyt. He has an address in Western Mass. I'm already sending units." Dean informed her, happily.
"Okay, text me the address. I'll get there as soon as I can. My place is trashed."
"Damn Jane. No need for you to come out. I'll call you when we're done."
Jane ended the call and frowned as she watched a paramedic approach her.
"Uh, special agent Rizzoli?" He asked nervously.
"Yeah." Her husky voice confirmed.
"Dr. Drake asked if you'd ID the body."
"What body?" Jane looked at the man, horrified.
"Sorry, thought you knew. Your neighbour. Young female, early 20s?"
"Marisa? Oh, God, no." The brunette's hands flew to her mouth at the thought of their new young neighbour being caught in the crosshairs of this case. She had only just had a conversation with the law student a few days ago.
Jane followed the paramedic to the back of the ambulance and leaned over the body bag, unzipping it with apprehension. Her face contorted to disbelief and fear when Charles Hoyt's creepy smile stared back at her.
"Hello, Jane." The grey haired psychopath greeted the agent with a stun gun to the chest. As she fell backwards from the force, Stark caught her and injected her with a syringe. Jane's body fell limp to the ground.
The FBI agent slowly regained consciousness and barely had a moment to process where the hell she was and what had happened when Hoyt's face swam into view. She groaned as she realised her wrists and feet were zip tied. She shifted her body around to see if her gun was still in its holster.
"So nice to see you, Jane. You looking for this?" He waved her gun at her. "You know, your problem is that your heart rules your head." Hoyt sighed dramatically and smirked as Jane's distressed face changed to anger.
"Where's your little helper?" Jane growled out.
Unfazed by her aggression, Hoyt answered calmly. "He's getting ready for our final game. And I'm so happy to finish what we started." He placed her gun down and pulled out a scalpel.
Jane whimpered at the memory of the pain those instruments had caused her. He moved closer and gave her neck a slight cut, enough to draw a small amount of blood and scare her.
"Hoyt?" Stark's voice sounded from outside of the vehicle. Hoyt opened the door to see his apprentice. Jane looked out and realised that they had left her home and were in an isolated area. She had no idea how much time had passed but it was dark outside.
As soon as Hoyt and Stark were out of sight, Jane got up on her knees searching frantically for her gun.
It wasn't there.
Finding a roadside emergency kit, Jane rummaged through it and found a road flare. When the sound of feet on gravel got closer and Hoyt's sinister voice called out to her, she rushed to put the kit away and hid the lit flare in her hands.
"Oh, Jane. You miss me?" Hoyt picked up his scalpel and taser and powered it up. He frowned at the smoke coming from her slumped over form.
Before he could figure out what was going on, she lifted her upper half and shoved the road flare in his eye. He screamed and grabbed at his face and Jane caught the falling taser, zapping him in the chest. Hoyt fell backwards out of the van and Jane rolled out after him, keeping the taser on him until it ran out of charge. Stark came running over to them
Jane grunted as she tried to charge the taser up again. "Come on. Charge, damn it. Charge."
Stark leaned over his idol's body. "Dr. Hoyt! Dr. Hoyt?!" Hoyt groaned and Stark pulled his gun out, ready to shoot Jane.
The FBI agent threw herself at him and tased him before he got a shot in. His gun fell to the ground and she picked it up, shooting him in the chest twice as he tried to get up, reaching for her.
Shooting her ties at her feet, she ran back over to a groaning Hoyt and stood on both of his wrists as he reached for his scalpel on the ground. She aimed at his face and he smiled knowingly at her. Angling her shot, Jane let a bullet fire into his hands and watched him scream in agony. The bullet tore through the back of one hand and into the palm of the other.
"We match." Jane claimed coldly and lowered her gun.
The brunette cut her hands free and found a roll of duct tape in the van. Once Hoyt was bound and she confirmed that Stark was dead, she called Dean. It was over.
Dean made his way over to Jane who was sitting on the back of the ambulance, getting treatment for her taser burns and cut. "Hey, you ok?."
"Yeah, tasers hurt but not as much as scalpels." Jane joked and rubbed at the bandage on her chest. "Maura's gonna kill me." She hung her head and laughed.
"Doubt it. That woman hasn't got an angry bone in her body." Dean smiled back at her, aware that Maura would definitely not kill her wife but would probably fuss over her for way longer than necessary.
"That's true. She's so goddamn patient, it's not normal." Jane joked and they both chuckled.
"Alright, your brother is here to take you home. I've got the rest of this covered. You did good, Jay." Dean used the nickname that only her closet family and friends ever used. He deserved to.
"Thanks Dean. I've missed workin' with ya."
"Me too, Rizzoli." He winked and walked in the direction of the police car that was waiting for him.
Jane entered her trashed house and closed her eyes at the hassle of having to clean it right now. She trudged up the stairs and got in the shower.
Frankie had called Maura before Jane had a chance to stop him and the honey blonde had boarded the next flight, leaving her mother, Kate, and their four children in New York to come home in two days as planned.
"JANE?!" The brunette heard her wife's frantic yell as she just finished redressing her wounds after a hot shower.
"Up here, babe." Jane yelled out and only just got her underwear on before Maura came racing into the room.
"Oh Jane!" The doctor's arms wrapped around her tightly and her nose buried itself into the uninjured side of Jane's neck. Jane held her as the smaller woman trembled. Maura moved back slightly to assess the tall body. Her eyes covered every inch and then her hands joined in. "Frankie called and told me you had been kidnapped and attacked!" Maura was practically panting, unable to believe what had happened.
Jane halted the probing fingers and held the smaller hands in her own. "I'm fine."
Maura's eyes settled on the bandage patch on Jane's neck and chest. "You're not fine!" She argued and pulled her hands free. "What happened?" The doctor's hand gently ran over the covered injuries.
"Taser." Jane pointed to her chest. "Scalpel." She pointed to her neck.
"Why aren't you in hospital?!" Maura couldn't believe that her wife was standing there and not admitted to hospital.
"It's really not that bad, Maur. The paramedic checked it all out and said I could go home." Jane looked into disturbed hazel eyes and knew that Maura still wasn't convinced. "I promise, baby. I'm just tired and wanna go to bed."
Sighing in defeat, Maura nodded. "Ok… I'll call a cleaning service first thing in the morning for downstairs." The doctor reluctantly let go of the muscular body with a kiss to Jane's collarbone. "I'll just shower and then join you."
"Ok beautiful." Jane laid down and didn't even stir when her wife slipped in next to her, the smaller body wrapping itself around the taller one.
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