"Hoyt, don't you touch her!"

I hear myself scream. I can do nothing imaginable to get us out of this situation. I hate myself, I hate myself more than I thought I could. I should've killed him when I had the chance. But I didn't, I wanted him to suffer, I wanted him to feel my pain. He was as good as helpless on the ground, and I had the gun, me. I should've put the bullet right in between his eyes, but I didn't. I regret it.

Because now look at us. Look at her. The love of my life, though she probably will never know it. She's amazing, much more amazing than she gives herself credit for. I know she's been put down in the past, belittled, by detractors, pretentious people who think they're so much better, I know she's been neglected, and felt unwanted, unwelcomed. But I love her for who she is, my goofy genius of a best friend. She completes me, even if I don't complete her. She brings out the best in me like no one else will.

I WILL die protecting her if I have to. She deserves to live, be happy. She can find a husband, have a couple of kids, she can have a great life. I just hope to god she finds someone better than Ian, or Garrett. They're stupid, like really fucking stupid! Maura Isles gave you a chance, she dated you, and you screwed it up. She was in love with both of them, I don't know what happened with her and Garrett, and honestly it doesn't matter. But Ian, I have to say he's a very brave man for doing what he's doing. But I would've chosen Maura over Africa in a quick second. But he and I are not the same people. I'm not the type to settle down and have kids, with anybody but her, she's it for me. But she can she can bring beautiful and genius children into this world.

I live for Maura Isles, I wake up excited to see her face. I can't fucking wait to go to work! Part of it is because I want to catch the bad guy, sure, but it's mostly because of her. I won't ask her to spend much of her free time with me, no, I know she needs it, she's used to it and I get that, but when we're at work it's different. Hell, I spend more time in the morgue than I do at my own desk. I WILL do whatever it takes to get her out of here safe, even if it means this is where I die.

"You're gonna feel a little pinch doctor."

I see the bastard dragging the scalpel across her neck. It happens in slow motion, taunting me, reminding me how this is all my fault. Maura doesn't deserve this. I may have been afraid for both of us before, but right now I'm outraged, furious, I feel like all the blood from my body is gone, and has been replaced with liquid rage.

I blank out.

I have the taser in my hand now, and Hoyt has a scalpel. He stabs me as I tase him, we hit each other at the same exact time. Hoyt's been watching me, he knows I'd kill for Maura, and he knows that if I have a chance I will not hesitate to kill him for laying a finger on Maura. Hell, I'd even kill him for contemplating touching Maura. I remember how he threatened to rape her, and how he got into her head making her think she was like him, I was pissed then, I'm beyond that now. I don't think there's even a fucking word for what I'm feeling, but I'm sure Maura would have the answer to this problem. My googlemouth. The thought of him touching her, gets into my head, and the way he told her that he'd rape her replays in my head, and I can barely feel the knife in my body. I know if I don't stop him now he'd probably have his way with Maura after I'm dead. I will not allow it. Over My Dead Fucking Body!

I hit him with the taser. It was stupid of him to leave the scalpel in my body, he has no weapon now, and he's defenseless. He did serve in the military, he has combat training, but he's older than me, and he has cancer, I can win. Winning isn't even in my mind right now though, Maura is. I'll do anything for Maura, and she's the reason I do everything.

I keep this job and maybe I can buy better things, maybe I can control my anger, maybe if I fix my unruly hair once in a while will she see me the way I see her. Maybe I'll be good enough for her.

I tase him, motionless, the thought of his hands roaming all over her body, her crying for help. This is not going to happen, it will never happen and I will make sure of it. I began to beat him face in with the taser, I close my eyes and the thought of him touching her fills my mind again. I just keep bashing, and bashing, my eyes are still closed, I don't know if he's dead or not, I'd be stupid to open my eyes to check for a pulse. Hell no, too risky, so I continue hitting.

His blood splatters on my face, and I feel like a beast, a monster. I stop, I'm sure he's dead, I get up to check on Maura, but I can't, I'm far too weak the lights go out and everything is black.

He's touching her again, and I can hear her screams. I attempt to cover my ears, but I'm amorphous, just existing, just one with the air, I am simply an observer, powerless. He wasn't dead, and he has won. And he has hurt my Maura, my Maura. I will never forgive myself for this, never.

Jane is awaken from her deep sleep with a sharp and long gasp for air, like she had just broken free from a plastic bag covering her head. She looked around quickly, and tried to get up.

"My ribs, why my ribs hurt?" She ignored the pain though. Fuck that, she has to find Maura. She rips the iv from her arm and jumped from the bed, she was woozy, but that was the least of her concern. She had no idea where she was. She saw light from the hall and busted through the doors. She closed her eyes, the light burned. She opened them after she was sure her eyes could handle the light.

"Maura!" She screams. "Maura!"

"Jane!"

Jane immediately turns her head, that voice.

"Jane!"

Maura runs down the hallway, Jane runs as fast as she can.

"Somebody get her, she is not supposed to be out of bed!" The doctor who was standing next to Maura yelled.

Maura stops as she sees two men attempting to carry Jane away, but she fights them off, she broke free. Maura smiled, and started to run again.

They reach each other, and tightly embrace each other, Jane ignored the pain on her ribs. There was no greater feeling than touching, or being touched by Mura Isles.

They let go eventually. And Maura looked down as she felt a new wetness on her hospital gown. She touches it, it's blood, but it's not hers. She looks at Jane, who's looking down at her own gown. It's Jane's blood. Her Jane was bleeding, because of her, she had to hug her that tightly.

"I'm so sorry Jane." Tears filled her eyes.

"Don't cry beautiful, it's not your fault."

"She's bleeding!" The doctor called.

Maura placed her hand over Jane's wound. Jane smiled at her, a genuine smile, but it quickly faded. She feels like she's going to faint.

"I'm sorry Maur, I'm so sorry." She touched Maura's cheek and smiled, before she fell out.

Maura caught her. Jane's head was hanging on her shoulder. Her arms were strong around Jane's back, not pressing to hard because of the wounds.

Doctors soon pull Jane away from her, and she cried harder watching them take Jane away.

"Jane has nothing to be sorry for, nothing at all." She thought to herself.

A/N: Okay that was another quick one, and I did not read over this one either. I have 2 papers to do, and I have to study for my AP History test, it sucks I know. Reviews are always welcome.