Disclaimer: I don't own Rizzoli and Isles but I own Kris.

Warning: This is very intense.

"My life is slowly falling apart and I'm not sure what to do. I'm losing people. I'm being betrayed…" -Unknown

Ch. 4: Before I Fall

Jane's POV

I drove Kris to the church so she could grab her things. She was quiet the whole ride, not even bothering to look at me on the drive or speak to me. After Korsak and I told her that, we might have to interrogate her father. She went silent and stormed off into the cruiser until I came.

I guess this was Kris' version of a cold shoulder.

As we pulled up, Kris stepped out and walked to the church, entering as she made the sign of the cross before going to the backroom and up the staircase. I walked in, making the sign of the cross also before following her; I entered the kitchen to see Father Price with a cup of coffee. "A little late for a cup," I joked.

The priest chuckled and gestured for me to sit down. He looked at me, "I drink this only because I have midnight mass tonight. It is only seven o'clock but I might have another." I nodded and looked up the staircase, "Kris giving you the cold shoulder?"

"How did you know," I inquired.

"She has the look that says I'm not in the mood."

"We might interrogate her father."

Price placed his cup immediately down, "That answers it."

"She won't talk to us. It's like she's holding something back."

Price sighed and stood up, "Come with me." I stood up and followed him into his office with him locking the door. He went to his desk and unlocked a drawer before having me sit down in a chair. He pulled out a photo and handed it to me, it was of a beautiful woman.

She had shoulder length black hair and brown eyes, her skin was tan, and she had a beautiful smile. She looked almost like Kris and it made me wonder who she was until I realize the connection. "That's Kris' mom," I stated.

Price nodded and smiled as he took the picture back. "Her name was Emily," Price said gently, "you see Detective, Kris is a child that was never wanted in the first place."

"What?"

Price sighed, "I shouldn't tell you this."

"Father, if this helps Kris in someway I want to know," I urged.

The priest looked down, "Emily wanted another child, and Adrian didn't for he was happy with Matthew. They had him at a very early age, about eighteen years old. However, Emily insisted, Adrian complied and soon Kris came but during the childbirth, Emily passed. Adrian held a dislike to Kris for this but it wasn't the way it was when Kris got older."

"He tortured her…"

"Correct," Price nodded, "but Kris has a phobia that she told me one time. She told me that she's scared to love, to give in to it."

"Why?"

"Kris was not wanted, not loved by Adrian. Matthew died from giving into drugs. She thinks that if she closes herself off that she stops love from coming."

"What else?" Suddenly a loud knock came, Price stood up and unlocked to show Kris who was standing with a duffle bag. She looked at me then at Price, she hugged him gently.

"I'll see you later, Price," she told him quietly.

He nodded and kissed her forehead, "You stay safe." She nodded and hugged him again before he softly whispered in her ear. She pulled back and nodded again before looking at me then leaving toward the car.

I stood up, following her before I heard Price called out to me. I turned to look at him, "Please protect her. She's not as strong as she looks."

Kris' POV

I entered Jane's apartment and looked around the place. It was somewhat clean with a couple take out stuff around the apartment. Jane walked in, grabbing the take out as she dumped in the trash can, and I placed my bag on the sofa then sat down. I laid my head back, closing my eyes for a moment to calm myself. I had been angry since Jane told me she wanted to interrogate my father.

No one loves you, you are alone, and you are broken with only a shell of yourself left. Why fight me now even after all these years? His voice ran through my mind, it always ran through my mind when I felt like this.

Angry, frustrated, and unsure.

I was in my own world that I didn't realize a large lump landed on my lap. I looked down to see a scruffy dog looking up at me. I raised an eyebrow but smiled, "Well hello there." I scratched behind the dog's ear before I looked over my shoulder to see Jane watching me. "Your friend," I inquired.

Jane looked at me, crossing her arms, as she sarcastically said; "Now you are talking to me"

I looked at Jane then away, "Why do you need to talk to him?"

"He knows something. It's likely an apprentice and he might have vital information," Jane explained.

I placed the dog down before looking back at her. "Vital? Jane, he's going to use you guys. He's going to fuck with you and get in your head. You don't know what he's like," I told her.

"Then tell me." I looked away immediately but I could sense Jane still watching, "Tell me what so I can help you?"

"I…"

Suddenly Jane's phone went off, I looked at her as she cussed loudly. "Come on, we have to go," she told me as I followed her.

"What's wrong?"

"We got the finger sent to us again and another body came."

Maura's POV

"African American male in his late teens, multiple stab wounds, etched with 'Red Death' on the back, ring finger is missing," I stated to Sergeant Detective Korsak. I looked over at the neck area to show him the discovery.

"Taser marks," he stated. I nodded then I looked down at the wrists to see contusions to the wrists possibly from handcuffs. Finally, I noticed the stab wounds through the hands; I looked away as I looked at Korsak. "What's wrong, Doc?"

I looked at him, "Kris told Jane about a surgeon that her father encountered in Afghanistan."

"A surgeon," he repeated. "It's not-"

"It is."

"The hands, it stands for Jane. He's coming for Jane and Kris knows this."

"She's trying to keep Jane safe by not telling her," I explained.

"By not telling me what," I turned around to see Jane and Kris entering the crime scene. Kris peered over her new pair of glasses at the body as Jane approached, "What are you guys talking about?"

Korsak took Jane to the side while I watched as Kris approached the body. "How young is he," she inquired, her eyes staying locked on the body.

"He's two years older than you," I told her gently. She closed her eyes in anguish as she looked up at the wall. There was blood like the other crime scene but this time there was writing formed from the blood. Kris approached it and examined the walls.

"And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable domination over all."

I looked at her, "You know this all too well."

"Adrian made me memorized it."

"Did Hoyt make you too," I turned around to see Jane standing at the doorway. Kris stepped away from me as she approached. Jane looked at Kris with disgust and shock across her face, I knew Korsak told Jane and Jane felt betrayed. "You watch Hoyt kill also," she pushed.

"Jane…" Kris tried to move closer but Jane backed away. "Jane, I was trying to protect you. My father-"

"Suddenly he's your father!"

"Jane please," I could hear Kris' voice hitch up a bit. It sounded scared and it was trembling, "Please let me explain."

"Explain what?! There's nothing to explain. Now I'm going to interrogate your father," Jane then began to walk away.

What happened next I didn't expect.

"You don't understand, Jane," Kris suddenly yelled. She went after Jane and stopped by her arm, her expression filled with anger and sadness, "Jane, you don't know him. He'll take everything you love from you. He'll get in your head, make you think things that maybe possible but once he makes a threat, he doesn't lie about making it real."

"Let me find out on my own, Marx" Jane growled as she pulled her arm away.

Kris backed away slowly before looking at me, "You promised to not tell."

"Kris…"

"No," she looked away then looked around the room. She looked like her mind was racing and I could see a mixture of emotions cross her face. She looked at me and for once, I saw tears in Kris' eyes, "I have to go."

Then she was gone.

Adrian Marx's POV

Twenty-three hours of solitary confinement. It has been five years since I was sent away because of my daughter. My broken daughter who betrayed me because her conscience got the best of her. Then I found out my friend and teacher, Charles Hoyt was killed a year ago or so by a Detective Jane Rizzoli. My apprentice now roamed the streets doing my bidding.

I knew Kris was still being herself. She was in a newspaper over three months ago for helping and being a witness in a murder trial. I knew with the killings that were happening she would return to me

She always will return to me.

"Marx, you have a visitor," a guard told me. They grabbed me and slowly began to drag me over the visitor's bay. I was sat down and the sight before me caught my interest.

"Hello Adrian," my daughter greeted quietly. Her glasses were off, her hair dishelmed, and her eyes bloodshot from possible crying.

I smirked at this greeting, "Is that a way to greet your father?"

"My father died in Afghanistan when he met Charles Hoyt."

"How's your detective friend holding up? I knew Charles was a very close friend to her and I hope to be as close."

"Shut the fuck up, Adrian," she suddenly told me. I smirked, I found a very tender spot right there.

I leaned in, "Kris Gabriel Leo Marx, did you develop feelings toward the detective?" Kris cringed a bit, "Aw, you did. How precious, does she know how you saw all those people died? How you complied in handcuffing them? How you were daddy's little girl to avoid being abused?" She began to tremble more, "They will never love you."

"You don't know that," Kris snapped at me. "You don't know who they are; you don't know how close they are to me."

"Like you are to the priest."

"Leave him out of this."

"Kris, you are broken. Who would love you? I didn't want you and your brother didn't care enough about you to think about stopping the drugs. You can't trust anyone and I bet you are here to get information out of me to protect your detective." Kris gripped on the table as she looked away from me, I could see her mind beginning to mess with her. It was time to put the fatal blow. "Kris," she looked up at me and our eyes locked, "Everything you love and cherish will be mine. I will make sure that I finish was Charles Hoyt tried to finish on Detective Jane Rizzoli and also on Dr. Maura Isles." She suddenly lunged at me but stopped at mid lunge before turning away.

She stood up and placed her glasses on. "Who's your apprentice," she asked.

"Why would I tell you?"

"You like a game, Adrian. I'm playing by the rules."

I smirked, I'll give her that. "I'll give you another clue; my apprentice is a wannabe cop, a security guard. You can find if you can," I told her.

"I'll find him before more blood sheds."

"Sooner or later, Kris. It will be your blood that will be shed."

Kris' POV

Everything you love will be mine.

No one loves you.

You are nothing but broken.

Blood will shed.

I tried to focus on the road I was driving but I stopped. My mind was hurting and I needed to sit down. Why did I go? Why didn't I let Jane handle this? Why didn't I tell her about Hoyt earlier? Why? Why?

I could feel the tears building up in me as I began to cry again. This was the second time I cried and I knew why. I was alone in this world and I couldn't do anything about it. No one could save me from Adrian Marx. No one could save my soul that was already broken.

No one loved me. No one cared and I had blood touch my hands before because of this man. I watched people die in front of me and I didn't run from him or Hoyt until Hoyt and he tortured me, leaving me scarred.

I was a ghost of my former self. I must close myself off.

I am scared to love.

Love is pointless and it was stupid.

Jane Rizzoli is now Detective Rizzoli and Maura Isles is Dr. Isles that is all they are now to me.

I must close myself off before I fall.

Holy crap, I have a headache. That was intense. Please review, PM, etc. Thank you for following and faving. Also thanks to mrj726 who got me motivated to write this long chapter.