Punishment 10
Probably a bit of a rating change - T, I think.
Jane woke up to find herself duct taped to a chair in a darkened room. She tried to move her head, only to find that she couldn't. The whole scenario seemed appallingly familiar, and the voice she heard only served to confirm her fears.
"So nice of you to join us, Jane," said Charles Hoyt as he moved around in front of her. Jane gasped when she saw who Hoyt's prisoner was. "That's right, Jane. You know what I'm going to do to Dr Isles, don't you?"
"No! Your fight's with me, Hoyt, not her! Let her go!"
Hoyt shook his finger at her. "Now, Jane, you know that's not how this game is played." He turned to look at the doctor in his arms. She had her hands bound behind her, her blouse was torn and she had bruises on her face. He took the scalpel and ran it down Maura's face, drawing blood and a wail from the doctor. Jane strained against the bindings on her arms, but was unable to loosen them even slightly. She felt a wetness gather on her wrists, and knew that she had drawn blood.
Hoyt chuckled at Jane's agony as he threw Maura to the floor of the darkened room. Grinning at Jane's struggles, he sliced Maura's clothes from her, then casually unzipped his pants. "You know that it has to go this way, Jane. It's the rules." Then while Jane screamed herself hoarse at him, he proceeded to rape Maura every way he could. As he reached his climax, he took the scalpel, and slit Maura's throat through both the internal and external carotid arteries, allowing her blood to coat him.
He stood and stretched his hands over his head, the fresh blood dripping from him, chuckling at his captive audience. "I'll get you, you son of a bitch," the detective grunted.
In response, he picked up Jane's gun and cocked it. "Now, just how are you going to do that from the grave, Jane?" he asked as he walked over to stand in front of her. He lifted the weapon and placed the muzzle against her forehead. "Goodbye, Jane," and he pulled the trigger.
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"Nooo! Mauraaa!" she screamed as she wrenched herself from the nightmare. The room was dark which fuelled her need to escape. She sat up in bed and felt the tug on her arms from the IVs, so she simply pulled them out. Not caring that she was in a hospital-supplied backless wonder, she stumbled to the door and threw it open.
"Detective Rizzoli?" asked Jodie Shields, the night nurse. "How can I help you?"
"I have to go to Maura. She needs me."
"It's 3.20 in the morning, Detective. She's safe at home."
Jane, between her deafness and the adrenalin buzzing through her system from the nightmare, couldn't hear what the nurse had said. "I can't hear you. I'm going to Maura's."
Jodie pressed the panic button at the nurses' station, told the aide to stay put, and walked slowly and calmly to stand in front of the detective. Jane was wild-eyed and bleeding from the IV sites, and was trying to work out the easiest escape route when the nurse put her hand on Jane's shoulder. The detective whirled around and all she saw was a threat, so she attempted to throw Jodie to the floor. Unfortunately, her broken ribs wouldn't allow her to make that kind of maneuver, so she grunted in pain and fell to the floor. The nurse very slowly walked around so that she was in Jane's line of sight. Very carefully, she reached out to Jane. This time, Jane focussed on the maroon uniform, and watched the woman in scrubs speak to her.
"Detective, we need to get you back in bed, okay?" Jodie noticed the two security guards come barrelling into the hallway, and motioned for them to stay back. She didn't need to have her already-agitated patient go into a complete meltdown. She held out her hand for Jane to take, and asked, "Who's your doctor, Detective?"
"DeSpain."
The nurses' aide behind the station picked up the phone and made a hurried call to Jane's primary doctor. All the while, Jodie stayed at Jane's level on the floor, talking calmly even though Jane couldn't hear her. Jodie tapped Jane's hand, and asked, "Would it be alright with you if we helped you back into bed, Detective?"
Jane nodded slowly and tried to stand, but the pain from her ribs kept her on the floor. The nurse got Jane's attention and pointed towards the nurses' aide. "Can I have Cassie help me, Detective?" Again, Jane nodded, and Jodie asked Cassie to get a wheelchair. Locking the chair in position next to Jane, the aide stood on her right side while the nurse stood on her left. "On my count, one, two, three," tapping Jane's arm with her count so as to keep the surprise and the pain to a minimum, and the two women were able to seat Jane in the chair. The nurse signalled to the guards that they were okay now, so the two burly men retreated down the hallway.
"Go check the detective's bed, please Cassie. You'll probably need to change the sheets." Jodie felt a tug on her arm, and looked into Jane's tear-filled eyes.
"Will you please call Dr Maura Isles for me? I need to know that she's okay."
"Of course, detective. Let's just get you settled, alright?" Jane agreed, and Jodie pushed her behind the nurses' station. She had just started checking Jane's arms when Phil DeSpain jogged up to them. Jodie quickly filled him in on what had happened, and he carefully lifted Jane's arms.
"Jane, Jane, Jane. If you wanted to go for a run, you should have just asked me, and we could have gone together!" he said as he gave her shoulder a very gentle shove. "What's your pain like?"
"About an eight." The response was grudging, but welcome for its honesty. "I need to see Maura. Now."
"Are you always this bossy at four in the morning?" DeSpain moved out of Jane's reach as she tried to slap his hand as payback for the smart-alec remark. "I'll have Jodie call Dr Isles as soon as we have you back in bed AND you tell me why you felt the need to unplug yourself. Deal?"
"Deal," was grunted out very softly. Jane's volume control was all over the place - the only thing about her voice that was the same as her pre-deaf was the raspy smokiness.
So, they got Jane settled back in bed, and reinserted the IVs. She knew that she'd have to go for more X-rays to see if she'd displaced her ribs, and Jane also knew that once she told DeSpain why she'd gotten out of bed, there'd be yet another therapist coming to see her.
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"Dr Isles," came out sleepily. The response had her snapping awake almost instantly.
"Dr Isles, this is Jodie Shields at Mass Gen. I'm one of Detective Rizzoli's nurses."
"How's Jane? What's happened?"
"We need you to come in as soon as you can. Detective Rizzoli has had a particularly bad night, and she really needs to see you. Are you able to come in, doctor?"
Maura had thrown off the bedclothes while the nurse was speaking. "Of course. I'll be there shortly," she responded as she walked briskly to her closet to get appropriate clothing.
"Detective Rizzoli will want to know details, doctor."
"Of course she will," Maura mused into the phone. "Please let Jane know that I'll be there in twenty minutes."
"Thank you Dr Isles. I'll let her know." There was a brief silence, then Jodie added, "Dr DeSpain is in with Detective Rizzoli. He'll want to speak with both of you."
Maura was taken somewhat aback by the cryptic comment. "That sounds a little ominous, Nurse Shields."
"I hope not, doctor. I'll let them know when you'll be in."
Maura thanked the nurse gravely, ended the call and continued dressing, all the while pondering what on earth had happened to Jane.
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