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She could feel someone watching them. She could feel a presence around that wasn't supposed to be there. Turning around a couple of times she found no one that looked suspicious. No one. It was the feeling one gets when the lights go out and you feel haunted. Like something is in the dark waiting to get you. To drag you to hell.

Walking down to the front of the ship with Maura, Jane took a chance and moved her hand down the back of the blonde's forearm and laced her fingers with delicate ones, in public. Brown eyes locked with hazel ones, and Jane couldn't help but smile a dimpled smile.

Seeing that beautiful smile across that gorgeous woman's face, Maura couldn't help but smile brightly in return and squeeze Jane's hand lightly, leaning closer to her.

Hoyt watched them from a distance, noting the way the brunette tended to the blonde so lovingly. She should have died. Jane Rizzoli shouldn't have survived his attack. He wouldn't allow her happiness.

It was when Maura finally dropped Jane's hand to go get Amaya that he came up behind the stowaway and pulled her into an empty hall, covering her mouth. "Hello, Jane."

When Jane was taken, she recognized that voice and screamed against his hand. Pushing back against him quickly she slammed Hoyt against the wall and struggled to break free from his grasp.

Hoyt wouldn't let her go that easily. He turned them around and slammed her up against the wall, his hand still covering her mouth. "Aww. We once had something special, Jane. Don't go throwing a hissy fit." He covered her neck with his hand and squeezed. "I see you've moved on, though."

Rizzoli winced as she was slammed into the wall. She tried to fight back when his hand went for her throat. Hearing his last words Jane bit the hand that was keeping her from screaming. "Don't you bloody touch them!" She shouted.

Hoyt yanked his hand away quickly, shaking it. "Damn. Like a rabid dog." He smirked. "I wouldn't even look your woman directly in the eye. Much higher on the social ladder than I. Which brings me to you. What the hell are you doing with someone like her, Jane? On this ship period?"

"My charm. I'm just that good. Now, what the hell do you want?"

"You. Gone. I thought I had solved that problem awhile ago." Hoyt began to reach into his pocket for a pocketknife when another voice filled the room. "You let her go right now. I demand it or I'll report you to the captain for abuse of power." Maura looked at Hoyt with fierce eyes and a set jaw.

Jane heard Maura's voice but didn't take her eyes off of Charles. The moment he released his grip only slightly, she shoved him off. The stowaway moved and backed up toward the blonde and Amaya, protecting them from his deadly gaze. Only then did she see what Maura had meant. Hoyt with an officer's suit on. Things could only get worse from here.

Hoyt smirked darkly. "Well, Ms., you could report me but I imagine the captain would be much more interested in the fact your... friend here..." he said with distaste, "doesn't belong on this ship."

Maura frowned. "She came on with me. She's my guest."

"Oh yeah? Even guests have tickets. Where's yours?" He smirked, looking at Jane with stone cold eyes.

Maura took Jane's hand in her own and began to pull her away from the man, toward the sunlight that came from outside. "Let's just go, Jane."

Jane left with Maura after picking Amaya up quickly. She took them back to the room and locked the door. "Maur... Maura that's him. That's Hoyt." She said turning around with frightened eyes.

"Oh, Jane." Maura stepped forward and pulled the stowaway into her arms, holding her lovingly and in a protective manner. "I won't let him hurt you again. I promise." Knowing that vile man was there, on the ship with them, the blonde vowed to always stay by Jane's side.

Jane wrapped her arms around her lover tightly, not wanting to let go. She was fearful but more about Maura and the child's safety.

Charles knew that he would have to get Rizzoli to retaliate somehow. Assault an officer for her to be right where he needed her to be. Away from everyone. He had a plan. A devious one to take her down once and for all.

The three spent the rest of their day locked in Maura's room. Amaya had wondered why they weren't exploring and her mother had made the excuse that Jane wasn't feeling well. Which was partially the truth. After what that man had done to her...

The blonde read a story to her daughter. She, the little girl and the stowaway all snuggled together on the bed.

The brunette laid in the bed, wide awake. Seeing that face again brought back the horrible memories, the thoughts of depression, the thoughts of the horrible nightmares, and the tragedy of her daughter's death.

Amaya had fallen asleep and Maura had set the book aside, moving to face Jane and stroking her cheek in a loving manner. "Talk to me, Jane. I'm here for you. I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

Jane shook her head. "You won't be able to stop him. Hoyt gets what he wants. Now all I'm doing is putting you and Amaya in danger. But I can't leave you alone because he could use you against me and things could get worse than what they already are. I don't know what to do." She looked at Maura, vulnerability showing through. "I've never been so scared in all my life."

"I can't make the fear go away. But hopefully I can ease it some." Maura rested her forehead against Jane's. "If he tries anything, it'll be his word against mine. With my social status, the crew would likely take my word over his and just discount him. I love you. I'm in this with you, Jane."

Closing her eyes she nodded against her forehead. "I can't tell you how much I love you, Maura." Moving her hand up, Jane ran it through her soft blonde hair. She then pressed her lips to the woman's, kissing her soft and slow.

Maura held Jane that night, stroking her hair softly in a comforting manner. Tomorrow would be a new day, and the blonde hoped it would be a good one. They still had a long ways to New York.