Glazed Feelings

Chapter 11

Rizzoli and Isles are the property of TNT and Tess Gerritson. I am just borrowing them for a little fun. Well, this story has definitely headed in a new direction. I had one plan, but this deeper more evil idea came to me. I think it's my alter ego writing or something. I appreciate all of the reviews and I truly appreciate each one of you. Please enjoy the new chapter. Please review as always.

"Ohhhhh" Jane moaned loudly. Jane's head throbbed badly. Her face felt like it was literally melting off her bones the pain hurt so deeply. Jane rolled to her right feeling cold strike her side and hands. She took a deep breath and attempted to open her eyes. She was sure she had them open, but the sight of the half moon and stars reflecting back gave her pause. Did she drink too much and pass out? Suddenly, everything came rushing back to her the incidents in Boston, being home sick, Marissa watching over her, watching Maura on television, answering the door for Tommy's arrival, and ERIC! Jane sat up quickly calling out for her neighbor.

"Marissa?" Jane called out and then was wracked by a deep driving cough. When she finally recovered the detective looked around. Nothing made sense. She was lying on a thermal blanket in the middle of a snow covered glade. Tall pines rose up around the glade and the sound of trees creaking in the wind echoed over the night air. Jane looked down at herself. She was still dressed in the same outfit that the detective had put on in her home, but her police issue gun was gone. She carefully flexed her ankle area and felt the snug movement of her emergency weapon. There was a coat on the ground next to her left side and a back pack with a note pinned to it. Jane looked around her only seeing trees, snow, and the cold night sky. It was then she figured out she was freezing. Coughing again she hesitantly reached for the winter coat and placed it on her body. She checked the two inside pockets finding a roll of twine, a needle, and two matched in a small cylindrical container that was five inches in length. She then checked the two outside pockets. In the right one she found a very thick rubber band one inch in width and six inches in length. In the other a cut out newspaper article showing the explosion and three figures circled. Jane looked closer and saw there were X's placed over the three. She couldn't make out who they were but a deep fear began to take Jane for the three. She would have to wait until she had light. She stuffed the article back into her pocket. Jane heard the snap of a branch nearby. She quickly looked around. Seeing no one she reached for the back pack and note. She tore the note free and opened it.

Jane,

Did you know Dante said the bottom levels of HELL were frozen ice cold? Welcome to hell. I have given you one bottle of water, two power bars, a first aid kit, and a compass. Start running because I am hunting you. When I catch you Jane I plan on having my way with you in every way before I kill you. But I am a compassionate man and believe the prey should be allowed a chance to escape.

Eric

P.S. Don't attempt to go to the road. A lot of surprises wait on that path.

"Shit! Never the easy way." Jane stuffed the note in her pocket with the newspaper article. She then stood up and grabbed the compass out of the backpack. The detective hooked the compass over her neck. She then grabbed the thermal blanket and stuffed it in the backpack. She took a look around at the ground noticing the footprints which led into the glade. She decided she could follow them out. Jane took a step to follow the trail Eric left when two shots rang out striking the snow in front of her. Jane crouched down and looked ahead of her.

"Obviously he really wants me to go the other way. Fine, I'll take the long way around." Jane thought. The detective turned suddenly and ran the opposite direction toward the tree line. Another shot rang out burying in the ground to Jane's left pushing her right. Jane made the tree line as a shot took the bark off the pine tree she passed. She kept running and then turned left to head in a circular pattern back toward where she was brought into the glade. The sound of another gunshot far to her right made her smile.

"Maybe Eric's not as smart as he thinks he is." Jane thought. She stopped and leaned against a tree. Her chest heaving and suddenly a cough threatened to take her and give away her position. She held it almost collapsing from the pain it caused to prevent it. Jane moved forward again desperate to find a road, a car, or heck a campfire. She heard a twang and a snap in the cold night air and suddenly dropped to the ground. Lying on the ground she felt the air displace above her and the solid thunk, thunk, thunk into a nearby tree. Carefully she rolled over and let her eyes adjust to the darkness. There buried in the tree directly behind her were three arrows. She closed her eyes. She had just avoided being skewered like a rabbit. She was not going to reach the road this way. Eric probably had more traps set up. Jane stood up slowly looking at the night sky through the trees.

"God, I hope Maura is okay." Jane thought about Maura for a moment sending all the love she could to her. She then looked at the compass in the pale light of the night. The road was to the east of her position she couldn't go that way. Eric was to the south or west of her position. She needed to head north. Jane turned taking one last look at the three arrows. Suddenly, she had an idea. She went to the tree and pulled two of the arrows free. She took off running north while stuffing the arrows in the backpack. "I am not prey. I will not be prey. I will turn this around on Eric and be the predator. Somehow!" thought Jane even as perspiration of exertion and the return of her fever ran down her back.

Fifty Miles away in Boston Maura Isles argued with the emergency room doctor…

"I don't give a dam what you think. Bring the paperwork and I am signing myself out of here." Maura was desperately worried about Jane. She had not heard from her all day. Tommy was unreachable. Marissa also did not answer. Maura had this sinking feeling that had nothing to do with her mild concussion. The doctor returned handing Maura the forms to sign.

"Again, I must warn you that checking yourself out is not a good idea. There may be other trauma we are unaware of Doctor Isles." Maura looked over her injuries. Overall she was fine. A sprained left wrist which was wrapped, cuts and bruises, but the worst of it all was the mild concussion.

"I know the drill and I will take precautions." Angela walked in carrying a change of clothes. Maura moved to get out of the bed. The doctor continued to grumble as he walked away. Maura shook her head gently to prevent the headache that was threatening her.

"He is just trying to help Maura. I swear you're becoming more and more like Jane. I thought it was supposed to work the other way." Angela snickered after her remark to let Maura know she was being teased. Maura took a deep breath in and let it out slowly.

"I just need to check on Jane and be home with her. I'm worried because I can't reach her." Angela hugged the young woman.

"I am sure she is fine and sleeping. Go ahead and change. Then we will leave. "Angela whispered, and moved behind the curtain around Maura's bed.

"How are Korsak and Frost?" Maura asked as she changed.

"Fine, just cuts and bruises they were lucky to be far away from the blast. You were closer so received more damage." Angela said, though her voice quivered from the fear she felt when she had received the call from the hospital. Even now Angela worried about her friends on the BPD that had been hurt. Amazingly no one had been killed. The blast had looked bad on television, but had actually been a small blast. The parking garage was built in a way that forced most of the blast out the entrance area. It had been odd. Right now Homeland Security and the Federal Bureau of Investigation were swarming all over the scene. Boston Police Department had been relegated to a support position.

"Well, we can be thankful for that." The curtain pulled back and Doctor Maura Isles stood in front of Angela Rizzoli looking none the worse for wear. "Let's go." The two women walked out of the emergency room and were joined by Frost and Korsak.

"We have been told to take two days and rest." Frost said, the seriousness of his look told Maura it included Korsak and her.

"Good, you two grab takeout. Angela and I will meet you at Jane's with beer and wine." Frost smiled.

"I like how you think Doc!" Korsak said as the two men headed out to their car. Maura was able to avoid the news media and get to Angela's car.

Twenty Five miles away on the road to Willow Brook….

"How do you know he is taking her there?" Tommy asked Patty Doyle. The older man grimaced as he moved in the back seat of the truck.

"Because my informants tell me he has a hunting cabin there. He can hide in plain sight because even though it's between the towns of Ashby and Townsend it is remote. It has the dense forests of New England and fast running streams. Not to mention it is in the White Mountain chain. I have a few friends in Ashby who hike the trails. In summer they are fine, but winter makes them treacherous. He also told me this area gets a lot of storms due to its geographical configuration. They have snow predicted for tomorrow night. We have to find her before then." Patty Doyle watched as his driver navigated the main road. One other car followed them with four men inside. Patty wouldn't take any chances with this Eric Wilder. He had found out he was a blood thirsty killer in the true sense of the word. Eric drank the blood of his victims to gain what he thought was their life force. Patty knew he held no love for the detective, but his daughter did and that was good enough for him. He wouldn't let a blood thirsty killer break his daughter's heart.

"You know she stopped talking to Jane for months after Jane shot you. Maura blamed Jane for betraying her." Tommy said, his voice struggling to convey the anger he had at Patty for damaging the two woman's relationship.

"I would have thought you would be happy about it. After all, you wanted Maura for yourself." Patty threw back at Tommy. Tommy grimaced. How would Doyle have known about that?

"Yeah, well I was wrong. Jane is the better match for her." Tommy sighed looking out the window at the cold night. "Those two have something that I have never seen before, not even my mom and dad had it."

"I know. It's why I am doing this. Jane's going to kill you when she finds out you know." Patty Doyle looked over at Tommy.

"Jane will forgive me in time. She can't do that if she's dead." Tommy looked Doyle in the eye seeing understanding. "She helped you escape custody didn't she?" Doyle laughed and looked away.

"Kid, stick to things you know not to the fantasy world." Doyle still remembered Jane rolling him out of his room when the guard mysteriously disappeared from the door and taking him down to the morgue. She had turned him over to several of his bodyguards.

"Why are you doing this?" Doyle asked. He saw the pain and hurt In Jane's eyes.

"Because she needs you and I would do anything for her." Jane had responded. Then she had turned and walked away.

Strangely the camera's trained on all the areas where Jane had taken Doyle had a gap for the time he disappeared. Agent Dean had accused Jane of helping him escape. Jane had been grilled by IAD and the FBI, but they couldn't prove anything. He owed her one personally. He hated owing people, but with Rizzoli it was different because she loved his daughter. It was just like Jane said, because she needs you and I would do anything for her." It was the same for Doyle and he meant to show Maura and Jane that!

Back in northern Massachusetts…

Jane had been running and jogging for about an hour. Her cold made her fluctuate hot and cold within her coat. Her cough was back with a vengeance and she felt a sore spot in her chest. She was dead tired. The snow made the going tough. She hadn't heard any gun shots for a while. Just ahead of her she spotted a hill. It would a hard climb in the dark, but if she could do it the detective might be able to put some extra space between her and Eric. It was cold. Jane figured it was around twenty seven degrees out. She could hear the sound of running water nearby. Jane slowed down picking her way through the thickening underbrush. She continued to walk noticing the elevation changing and the grade. She leaned against the tree coughing as quietly as she could the pain in her chest announcing its intention to stay with her. Jane pushed off the tree and kept climbing. She climbed three fourths of the way up when she saw something to her right. She quickly moved parallel along the hill until her sight confirmed what she thought she had seen. There in the side of the hill was a deep crevice with a rock overhang. If she was lucky and no animal had taken residence she had a place to rest for a short while. It was just dark enough to hide her. Jane approached the crevice carefully. She let her eyes grow accustom to the darkness and moved slowly forward. Nope, no animals and it was just deep enough to shield her from Eric's eyes. She moved forward when she heard another twang, Jane dropped again as a small load of rocks came cascading down on her. When the dust settled Jane moved slowly attempting to remove as many rocks as possible. She worked for a good fifteen minutes to free herself. Finally, she made it out. She had been lucky of sorts. She was probably covered in bruises, but she hadn't broken anything. She would have to move on Eric had anticipated her, but how?

Eric laughed softly to himself as he used the night vision glasses to track Jane on the hill. Oh, how he was enjoying this little hunting trip. Jane had been more challenging than the rest of his harem. He watched Jane begin to move along the ridge toward the top. Yes, he was going to enjoying killing her. It had to be slow so enough blood covered his hands. He needed to feel her warm vibrant energy all over him. Eric settled back into his tree tent drinking down the warm soup and coffee. He huddled into his sleeping bag. Nah, he would rest for a few hours. At first light he would track her down with no problem. After all, she was heading right toward it. When she reached it the detective would realize her folly too late! Eric chuckled as he fell asleep. On the hillside in the bitter cold and wind, Jane finally achieved the top of the hill and began running as fast as she could go.