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Chapter 9

1 month later

Maura was in her lab. She was geared up and already part way through the post-mortem of a young Caucasian woman. She had already done the Y incision and was now preparing for the examination of the brain.

She turned away from the table and continued to prep herself for the procedure. She picked up the scalpel, ready for the incision she would first have to make on the scalp. She was about to turn when she heard the whisper of a familiar voice. She looked up and listened, "Maura…" the voice came again, this time whispered right down her ear.

She spun around to find no one behind her. The scalpel fell from her hand when she looked down at the autopsy table. Jane lay there, her skin pale, an almost lavender colour and her lips a pale blue. Her eyes were wide open and staring straight at Maura.

"Maura!" Jane's voice whispered down her ear again.

She spun around to find Jane standing behind her, her throat slit open, blood trickling from the wound. Maura could only stare back wide eyed. The voice came again down her ear. Once more she turned, this time Jane lay back on the table. Maura looked at her, she began to sob as tears rolled down her cheeks. She couldn't hold in the scream that escaped her lips as Jane's stomach was cut open by an invisible blade. Jane's scream was deafening, piercing like a banshees.

"Maura!" a voice whispered into her ear. She spun around and this time came face to face with Hoyt. He smiled sadistically at her before he swung his arm at her. The scalpel in his hand whipped across her throat, spilling her blood everywhere.

"Maura!" a voice yelled at her as she collapsed to the floor. Hoyt crouched over her body, his hand reaching out to touch her.

"Maura!"

Maura jumped from her sleep as a hand touched her shoulder. She was out of breath as she looked up to see Gabriel stood above her, a look of shock on his face. "Geez, Maura, I'm sorry. I was worried, you were crying in you sleep." he said.

Maura sat up straight in her chair and brushed the tears from her face. She pushed herself back from her desk on which she had slumped over and fallen asleep, something she had never before done in her life. "I was having a dream…" she told him. He looked back at her and she knew he suspected it was more than a dream. "It was about Jane." she told him. "It was more like a nightmare actually."

"I had one too, last night. We found her, minutes too late. Hoyt had killed her…and the baby." Gabriel confessed.

Maura looked at him with empathy. After a moment or two she had to laugh which made Gabriel look back at her in confusion. "Did I miss the joke?" he asked.

"Maternal instinct. The drive to protect one's offspring. I think Jane will take that to a whole new level. She'll probably teach the baby to successfully shoot a target from miles off by the time its three." she said with a little chuckle.

Gabriel had to laugh too. "I can see that. The baby's first words will probably be Miranda rights."

Maura smiled, she could imagine that, imagine the proud look on Jane's face.

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Although the water was nowhere near as hot as she would have liked it to be, the spray from the shower felt amazing on Jane's body. She stood with her back to the curtain, sat on the other side was Hoyt. Since she had been his prisoner Hoyt had made her shower just once a week. He had always made her shower with one hand cuffed to the pipe in the wall that the water ran through. Today he had done no such thing, possibly because he knew with the condition she was in she would have no chance of outrunning him, or being able to successfully fight him.

The water only ever ran hot for a few minutes before it turned stone cold, that usually meant her shower was over. As she felt the temperature begin to dip she shut it off, wishing she could have just five more minutes under the hot spray. Her back ached and the hot water provided some relief.

Knowing her relief was out of reach she decided it was time to get out, and get wrapped up in a towel. Hoyt would then lead her back to the basement. His reasoning was that if she tried to escape she would die out in the forest from exposure, having only a towel around her naked body for warmth.

She pushed the shower curtain aside and screamed, startled at the face that glared at her. Hoyt. She stood there and glared back at him for a moment before she grabbed the shower curtain and tried to pull it back across but Hoyt grabbed her bony arm, his harsh grip pinching what little flesh was left on her wrist bone. She continued to try to pull the curtain across in an attempt to cover her naked body from Hoyt's view. She gave up with a defeated "Ugh" when Hoyt's grip tightened.

The second he released her wrist she stepped out of the shower. She tried to barge past him and grab her towel but Hoyt stretched his arm out in front of her, his hand resting securely on the wall next to her, blocking her path. He stepped in front of her again and glared at her. She was boiling over with anger, which was only made worse as his eyes snaked their way down her body, before they could roam too low she pushed past him and grabbed her towel and quickly wrapped it around herself.

The sound of Hoyt chuckling made her want to swing out and punch him square in the jaw, "I wonder if your parts on the inside will be as perfect as the parts on your outside." he snickered from behind her.

Jane snapped, she spun around as quick as her clumsy pregnant body would let her and swung her wrist out. It connected hard with Hoyt's jaw, Jane heard a crunch and screamed out in agony. Her wrist seemed to burn with pain, her whole arm felt useless, numb. She dove out of the bathroom but was moving too slow.

Hoyt dove out after her, slamming her hard into the wall, crushing her with his body. He grabbed hold of her only to then slam her back against the wall. He did it again before letting her fall to the floor. He let her stay there, as she struggled to try and get her breath back.

He gave her only seconds before he pulled her up by her hair. "You only get to try that once, Jane. Next time you do I'll cut you open so fast you'll see the flies buzzing around your body before I slit you throat!" he growled at her.

Jane remained perfectly still and allowed his words to register. She felt her baby kick inside her, probably in protest at being bashed about. "I won't try it again." she told him.

"I know you won't. Now get back down in the basement where you belong." he told her with a helpful shove towards the basement door.

Jane pushed back against him, the thought of going back down in the basement made her begin to freak out. She felt like she would suffocate if she had to go back into it. She tried to spin around in Hoyt's grip but he tightened the hold he had on her arms. She yelped in pain as he griped her wrist which she was sure was fractured. His grip only doing more damage.

The pain was blinding and she could no longer put up a fight as he pushed her into the basement and slammed the door shut behind her. She turned on the stairs and began pounding on the door with the only arm she could use. She kicked out at it as she screamed as loud as she could.

"Hoyt..! Damn-it, Hoyt let me out! You can't keep me here! Let me out…! Hoyt!" she screamed as she pounded and kicked the door for as long as she could, feeling the little energy she had draining out of her like blood from an open wound. Finally the last dribble of energy spilled out.

Her legs gave out from beneath her and she slid down the door. Her ass hit the wooden step beneath her, hard. She managed to hit the door one last time as tears poured down her face.

TBC

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