Hey guys! I know, two updates in a row, what?! But I felt like writing, and also I feel that I owe it to all of you who continue to review and read this story. It is much appreciated, especially with the long delays in updates!

So yeah, here is chapter 10, and please read, review and enjoy! :)

Chapter 10:

Two hours earlier:

Jane groaned as her alarm went off. She flung an arm out at her phone, accidentally knocking it off the bedside table. She grunted and threw out some curse words before building up the energy to lean over the bed and pick up her phone, wincing as she did so. She switched the alarm off then sighed. She was hoping for a sleep in this morning, but that wasn't going to happen now that she was awake. And it was only seven thirty.

"Great." Jane muttered. All the doubts and worries that had built up over the last few days slowly crept back into her mind. Jane forced herself out of bed and, not even bothering to prepare some clean clothes for the day, went straight into the shower. She turned it on full blast and had the temperature as high as she could stand it. Taking pleasure from the hot water and the steam that was surrounding her, Jane breathed deeply. She glanced out of the shower doors, thinking. Mostly about Maura. But about other things as well. Her father, for instance. What was possibly going on that he needed her help so bad? She had replayed the conversation she had had with him over and over again, but he had given nothing away as to what he was really up to. Jane did have one idea, however, but it was an insane idea. Something that even her father wouldn't dare get into. The impact that it would have on all of them was too great for even her father to consider it. Or would he? It's possible if he's been involved in it for far longer than just the last few weeks. A year, or maybe even longer would be enough for things to escalate…

"No! STOP!" Jane yelled, at no one but herself. She shook her head to clear the thoughts from her mind. No matter how much she hated her father, Jane knew that he could never do something like that. Never. As she finished washing her hair she closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, breathing in the hot steam, trying to clear her head. As she opened her eyes something outside of the shower caught her eye. She squinted, rubbed some steam off the shower door with her hand and peeked through. Nothing. She sighed again, resting her head against the door.

SLAM!

Jane jumped back from the door as something, no someone slammed into it. The figure started moving, sliding slowly over the glass. A scalpel became apparent in its hand as it slowly opened the shower door. Jane was too frightened to move; her eyes were wide with fear and she was hyperventilating, but she couldn't give a damn. She watched as the figure started to come into the shower itself; she gasped in horror when she realised who it was. Yet it wasn't. It was Hoyt, but he was horrendously disfigured. His face was even more scarred than usual and one eye was closed, like he couldn't open it properly. His white t-shirt was stained with dried, old blood, as were his pants and he limped as he walked towards her. He brandished the scalpel as he came nearer; less than a metre away now. Jane was too terrified to do anything, even cover herself; she just flashed back to that dark room, where she had been forced, by Hoyt himself, to watch her girlfriend be repeatedly tortured to the point of unconsciousness. He raised the scalpel and was about to strike when Jane screamed, grabbing her razor (the closest, sharpest object) and ran at him with it.

Angela was up early, since six am. No matter how hard she tried she hadn't been able to sleep in, it had been that way ever since she'd had kids. But she wouldn't change it for the world. She put some washing on early then started to clean up Jane's house, as quietly as she could. She put the TV on low for the morning news as she cleaned; dirty clothes in the basket, pans in the sink to be washed later, dishwasher filled and put on. Jane's work notes from the last time she was here piled neatly and set in the corner of the coffee table. After doing as much as she could, Angela made herself a cup of coffee and sat down on the couch, waiting for Jane to wake to make her breakfast. She checked the clock on the TV; it read seven am. Not too bad, if I do say so myself. Angela picked up the magazine that she had brought with her and started to read it. It was Oprah's latest magazine, full of the most recent celebrity gossip, recipes, Oprah's advice and more. She didn't care what her daughter thought of it, she enjoyed it, even if it was trash. God, don't say that in front of Jane. You'll never live it down. Angela checked the time again when she got halfway through the magazine; seven thirty. Wow, that went quickly, she thought. She heard Jane's alarm go off in her room and got up to start making Jane breakfast. Ten minutes later, she was halfway through frying the bacon when she heard a scream and a crash from the bathroom. Startled and panicked, Angela threw down her spatula and raced to the bathroom. When she opened the door she saw Jane sitting on the shower tiles, a razor held up in front of her, butt naked. There were tears streaming down her face and the water was still running. Shocked at the sight in front of her, Angela tried to keep her expression calm. She's having another panic attack. Play it cool, try to calm her down. Then get her into some fresh clothes. Hesitantly she stepped towards the shower so that Jane could see her. Her daughter looked up at her with a dazed expression, not quite all there.

"Ma…don't…please…he…he's…" Jane rasped. Angela was close to crying herself; this was the worst she had ever seen Jane, excluding the first time Hoyt had hurt her, of course.

"Jane, baby…lower the razor, please. I'm coming in." Angela waited until Jane reluctantly put the razor down before stepping into the shower, not even caring that the water was running and she was still fully clothed. She knelt down before her daughter.

"Jane, honey…what happened?" She asked softly. Jane shook her head and burst into tears. Angela's heart broke again. No mother should ever have to see her daughter like this, she thought. She placed a gentle hand on Jane's arm.

"Come on Jane. It's all going to be ok. Whatever happened, it wasn't real. You're safe honey. Come on." Jane shook her head at Angela's words.

"No, Ma, I'm not. I can't trust anyone, either." Jane rasped without looking up. Angela gulped. She took a deep breath.

"Do you trust me?" Angela asked. Jane nodded.

"Ok, then. I'm going to turn the water off, and then I'll help you out. Ok?" Angela asked. Another nod. Angela stood up slowly and switched off the water. Jane still hadn't moved from her position on the floor. Angela grabbed the clean towel that was on the bathroom bench and started to dry Jane's arms and legs. When she got to her face, Angela noticed that Jane was still hyperventilating. It was very subtle though.

"Jane, take some nice slow breaths for me, ok?" Angela watched as her daughter silently did as she was asked.

"That's it, good. Are you feeling any better?" Angela asked. Jane shook her head and raised her eyes to meet Angela's. Her expression was still slightly dazed, and she still had a fearful, troubled expression. Angela sat back on her heels, sensing that Jane was about to say something important. So she remained quiet, for once.

"Ma, he…I was in the shower…and he…he came in…and tried to attack me…but he looked awful, like more than usual. He was limping, he held up a…a…well, you know…" Jane was shaking now, her whole body racked with nerves. Angela, fighting tears herself, placed a comforting hand on Jane's shoulder. Jane reached up and squeezed it as she tried to tell her mother the rest of what she had seen.

"He was about to…to stab me…but I screamed and grabbed the razor…I ran at him with it…but then I slipped and fell…and he was gone…" Jane was crying now, sobbing, her whole body rocking back and forth. Angela wrapped the towel around her and pulled her into a hug, holding her until Jane calmed down. Neither knew how much time passed, but it was a while until Jane started to come to her senses; Angela didn't say a word, she just held her daughter, letting her cry uncontrollably, getting all her emotions out. Eventually Jane pulled back from her mother a bit and took some deep breaths, trying to calm down again. She smiled an unconvincing smile at Angela and dried her eyes with the towel, pulling it tighter against her.

"Am I going insane, Ma?" Jane asked, not able to meet her eyes.

"No, baby, you're not. After everything you've been through…with Maura, and everything else…it is completely normal for these things to happen. I'm here for you, Janie. We all are." Angela said. She squeezed Jane's hand, who squeezed back. "Do you want me to call your psychologist? Or doctor? Or Maura?" Angela offered. Jane shook her head.

"No, Ma. That's kind, but I'll be ok. I see my psychologist in a few days anyway, and my doctor before then. And Maura, well…I'll tell her in time. For now, can this just be between us? Please?" Jane pleaded. Angela nodded.

"Of course, sweetheart. But you know, Maura is your girlfriend. You should tell her about this. In fact I was going to go visit her this afternoon, if you wanted to come…"

"Ma!" Jane yelled and groaned. Angela stifled a laugh.

"Or not…that's ok, I'll tell her you say hi anyway." Angela replied. Jane death stared her. Angela raised her hands in surrender.

"Come on, I think you should get up and get dressed. I make you some coffee and we'll talk some more in a few minutes. Let me help you up." Angela offered. She grabbed Jane's hands and gently pulled her to her feet. Jane winced and pressed a hand to her stomach.

"Janie, are you sure you're ok? I mean, you did have a bad fall. And that looks like some bruising that is starting to come out." Angela said.

"Ma, can you please not do this now? I'm standing here naked, in nothing but a towel. I'll be fine to at least get dressed on my own. I promise I'll call you if something else happens or if I need help. Can I just have a few minutes on my own please?" Jane begged. Angela noticed the tiredness in her voice and reluctantly nodded her head.

Ok. But if you're not out in ten minutes, I'm coming in." Angela threatened before leaving Jane alone in the bathroom. She went back into the kitchen, then gasped as she saw the stove dangerously smoking. She rushed over and switched the heat off, the bacon burnt to a crisp. But that was the last thing on Angela's mind at the moment.

An hour passed by before Jane was feeling herself again. Her mum had cooked bunny pancakes and had salvaged whatever she could of the bacon, and had squeezed them some fresh orange juice. Afterwards they had sat on the couch and talked lightly for a while, which Jane had to admit was nice. She missed moments like these, where she could just and talk and laugh with her Ma, with Maura, even with Frankie sometimes (although that was only if she was feeling particularly nice). Plus, it had helped her to relax a bit after whatever it was that had happened earlier that morning. Jane wasn't ready to talk properly about it yet, she was still digesting it herself and Angela understood, thankfully.

It was nine am on a Saturday morning and Jane didn't have any therapy today, just her home exercises which she would later in the afternoon when Angela went to visit Maura. Jane would give anything to go with her, but she also knew that she and Maura weren't ready to see each other just yet. Another couple of days, and hopefully they would be ready to talk then. No, Jane was having a total rest free day, for once. She was about to get up to offer her mum some more juice or coffee when her mobile rang. Maura's contact photo appeared and she grinned, feeling instantly happier.

"Hey Maur!" Jane answered. Angela looked at her with a raised eyebrow from the couch. Jane ignored it and walked into the kitchen.

"Hey, Jane. Listen, there's something I have to tell you. But…I want you to sit down first. Is your mum home?" Maura asked. Jane frowned at the quiet yet tense tone of Maura's voice. Confused, she replied.

"Yeah Maur, Ma's with me. Do you want me to go into my bedroom?" Jane offered, sensing a private conversation was about to be had.

"Yes please, Jane."

"Ok, just give me a quick sec." Jane put the phone to her chest. "Hey Ma, I'm just going to my room for a few minutes to talk to Maura. Do you want me to boil the kettle for another hot drink?" She shouted into the living room.

"No thanks Janie. I'm ok. Maybe in a couple of hours." Came Angela's response. Jane placed her own mug in the sink before putting the phone back to her ear and walking to the bedroom. Closing the door behind her, she sat down on the end of the bed.

"Ok, Maur. I'm in my bedroom, with the door closed, sitting on the bed. What's up?" Jane asked. On the other end of the line, Maura flinched slightly at the casualness of Jane's tone. What she was about to tell her was going to be tough, and would probably ruin her day. But Maura couldn't keep this to herself; it was too much to bear, and Jane had trusted telling her when her father had come to see her at the hospital. So now it was time for Maura to show that same trust also.

"Jane…Doyle came to see me earlier today." Maura blurted out. Jane, for her part, became instantly alert and wary.

"What? Why? Did he hurt you?" Jane fired.

"No, Jane, I'm fine. He didn't hurt me. I went down to the hospital newsagency in search of a decent science journal to read, and on my way back up he pulled me into an empty room to speak to me, privately." Maura explained. Silence from Jane.

"Jane?"

"Yeah, I'm here. What did he want to talk to you about?"

"About…about your father. Apparently he contacted Doyle, asking for his help if you don't agree to help him within the next two days. He knows what your father is involved in, but he wouldn't tell me. He just wanted to pass on the message that he had been contacted." Maura said. Jane sat stock still, in shock. Why now? Why today? Why did everything happen at once? Why could they never get a break and why, out of millions and millions of people, did they have to be the ones who always go caught up in everything, whether they wanted to be or not?

"Maur, have you told anyone else this yet?" Jane asked. It was the only she could think of to say out loud that wouldn't send her into another breakdown, after this morning.

"No, not yet. I went straight back to my room when he left and called you straight away. I felt you should know as soon as possible. I'm sorry, Jane. I shouldn't have called." Maura said.

"No, its fine. Maur. I'm glad you called. I would rather find out from you than from anyone else. Just don't tell anyone yet until I…until we figure out what to do."

"Ok, Jane."

"By the way, did Doyle say how my father contacted him?"

"All he said was that your father was an 'old contact', although I don't know what he means by that." Maura explained.

"Hmm. That's weird. I'll check it out later." Jane paused, wondering how to phrase her next question. "How are you holding up? I mean, I know I only saw you yesterday." Jane chuckled a little at what she had said. On the other end, Maura smiled. It was good to hear Jane laugh a little.

"I'm ok. Been better, though. I think I need to try meditating again. I haven't done it for a while, but it might relax me. I might even start thinking of booking some yoga classes for when I get released from the hospital. It is very therapeutic, you know. Maybe I can book a class for the two of us, on a day when we both don't have therapy. They have this lovely couples class which I have wanted to try for a while…"

"Maura! It's ok. I think I'll pass on the yoga and meditation for now." Jane said. It had turned, somehow, to a light hearted conversation, but there was still some tension between them, even over the phone. Jane debated whether or not now was a good time to tell Maura about what had happened that morning, but the decision was made for her.

"I'm sorry Jane, but I have to go. The nurses are doing their rounds, and I've got my daily check-up now. But I'll talk to you later, ok? I love you." Maura said, then held her breath for Jane's reply.

"Ok, Maur. I'll talk to you later. Love you too." Jane responded, then hung up. She put her head in her hands and breathed deeply. She needed to tell someone else about this, they needed help, but she couldn't tell Ma and she couldn't go to the BPD directly, it would cause too many complications at this stage. She couldn't tell Tommy, because he would probably flip out and tell Ma. So then who? Korsak and Frost, she couldn't tell because then they would have to tell Cavanaugh. Ma, no way. She would freak out too much and her heart has been broken enough. Maura already knows, obviously. So that leaves…Frankie. But what would she say? How could she tell her younger brother something like this? What was she going to do? And what about Maura? Maura said she was ok on the phone, but Jane knew her better than that. Her tone of voice and the way she spoke told a different story. Maura was seriously freaked out, and even though she was keeping a calm composure at the moment, Jane was afraid that Maura was going to break any minute. Like you did today, and when your father visited you…Jane put her hands to ears and shook her head. She had to stop thinking stuff like this, or it really would drive her insane. She couldn't call Frankie just yet; she needed some more time to think and she also needed privacy to tell him, but she couldn't leave the house without Angela going with her. So the only option then was to wait until Angela went to see Maura, then she would call Frankie to see if he could come over. Sighing at yet having to lie to her mother, again, Jane stood up and left the bedroom to re-join her mother and try to pretend that nothing else was wrong. Which was going to be almost impossible.