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Chapter 14:

They pulled up at the house in an unmarked car. Jane gazed at it through the window and thought of the last time she was here.

"AGHHHHH!" She screamed as Hoyt stabbed the second scalpel into her palm. She bit on her lip, trying to stop from crying, but it didn't help. White hot pain blurred her vision and when she could see somewhat clearly again, Hoyt was still there, grinning maniacally at her with another scalpel in hand. She whimpered and tried to squirm away from him, but any sort of movement sent another wave of blinding pain through her.

'God, please let it be over. Please let him kill me.' She thought. 'Please, anything but this.' Jane was so afraid and she felt so vulnerable. Why was this happening? What had I done to deserve this?

Without warning Hoyt touched one of her palms near where the scalpel was embedded, and she let out a blood curdling scream, unable to do anything to stop him or the pain. Her vision started to blur again and this time she was sure she would black out. However, she was certain that Hoyt had much worse things in mind to do to her when she woke up.

All of a sudden she heard a crash from behind her and then shots rang out. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Hoyt fall and then Korsak entered her vision. She started crying with relief, but she was also incredibly ashamed that her partner had to see her like this.

"It hurts, Korsak it hurts." She whimpered. Korsak had a look of absolute fury and shock on his face, as well as concern.

"Shit, what did he do to you Rizzoli?" Korsak said, before calling for backup. He removed his jacket and laid it over her for comfort and warmth while they waited for the paramedics.

"Help! I need backup down here, now!" Korsak yelled, with great urgency in his voice.

"Jane. Jane?"

"Huh? What?" Jane looked next to her to see Korsak watching her with concern. She shook her head to clear her mind of the flash back.

"Jane, you don't have to do this. We've got it. I know what you went through and I never, ever want to see you go through that again." Korsak said.

"Thanks, Korsak. But really, I'm ok. This is something I have to do." Jane replied. She smiled reassuringly at Korsak, who still didn't look convinced. Regardless, they both stepped out of the car, being as quiet as possible. Frost and Frankie stepped out of the car behind them. Frankie walked up to his sister and wrapped her in a big hug.

"I'm proud of you, Janie." He whispered into her ear. Jane smiled and buried her face into the crook of his neck. They stood like that for a minute before breaking apart.

"You ready?" Frankie asked. Jane nodded. "Then let's do this."


Maura was exhausted. It was late at night and normally she would have gone home by now, but she was waiting at BPD for the guys and Jane to come back. She was worried sick about Jane and wished, rather selfishly, that they would hurry up. There was barely anyone left at the precinct; even Cavanaugh had left for the day. The only ones there were Maura herself, the uniform on guard at the entrance and a few other uniforms on night duty. She sat back in Jane's chair in the office and yawned, rubbing her eyes.

"Maura!" She jumped up instantly as she heard her name being called urgently. Maura looked to see that it was Jane's mother, Angela.

"Angela! Is everything ok?" Maura asked.

"Oh god no. I just found out that that lunatic Hoyt is back and that Jane is chasing him again! I mean, doesn't she have any concern for her safety? And what about the rest of us? What if he tries to kill her again? What if…"

"Angela, stop." Maura said firmly, placing her hands on the other woman's shoulders. "It's going to be ok. Jane has Frankie, Korsak and Frost with her and if Hoyt is there, then you know that there is no chance in hell that they are going to let him near her. Jane will be ok." Maura said. Angela nodded and took deep breaths to calm herself. However, Maura wasn't quite sure who she was trying to convince; Angela, or herself.


They approached the house quietly, weapons at the ready. They lined up next to the door behind Korsak, who tried the door handle. It turned. Slowly Korsak opened the door and stepped in, training his gun first to the left, then the right. Jane quickly stepped in after him and went a bit further, also scanning all directions. She was followed by Frost, then Frankie. They continued like this throughout the house, checking each room carefully and making sure each of them was covered in all directions. Finding nothing on the main floor, they moved to the basement. Jane took a deep breath, her heart already hammering with adrenaline and fear. She desperately wished that she didn't have to go in there. But now that she was here, she had no choice.

This time Jane took the lead. She opened the basement door and stared into the darkness below. Come on Jane, you can do this. This time you have backup. It's not going to be like last time.

She switched on her flash light, took a deep breath and then started down the stairs.


Finally resigning to the fact that Jane and the guys were going to be a while, and knowing that Jane was going to call her when she got back, Maura had eventually gone home with Angela, who was too worked up to stay at BPD or be by herself anyway. Maura had asked two of the uniforms still on shift if they would escort them home and they had. Despite that Jane was most likely going to bring in Hoyt tonight, Maura still felt safer with the officers there. Now she and Angela sat on the couch with coffee in hand, both too nervous and worried to sleep.

"Maura, honey, you should go to bed. You've barely got any sleep this past week, and you're especially going to need the energy in the next few days." Angela said. Maura nodded.

"I know. But I don't think I could sleep. Too much has happened, and I'm waiting for Jane to call me when she gets back to the precinct." Maura answered. Angela sighed.

"Well, I'm going to try and get some sleep, despite how worried I am. It's better than doing nothing." Angela said. "Will you come and get me or call me when they get back?" She asked. Maura looked at her and smiled.

"Of course."

"Goodnight then."

"Goodnight." Maura heard the back door open and close as Angela went back to the guest house. Maura sighed. She put the now empty mug on the coffee table and laid back on the couch, closing her eyes. Just a few minutes, she thought, and drifted into sleep.


They descended down the stairs, their flashlights illuminating the room. When they got to the bottom, Jane and Frost, who had been leading, quickly ducked around the corners of the staircase to catch anyone before they jumped them. Nothing. Sighing Jane lowered the gun and surveyed the rest of the room, trying to keep the memories at bay.

"Jane, you might want to take a look at this." Frost called to her. She walked over to where they were in the centre of the room. She looked at Frost, who pointed to the floor. She froze when she saw what they were looking at.

"Oh, no. No. No no no no!" Jane shouted. She grabbed her phone from her pocket and dialled speed dial as she raced out of the house, with the guys right behind. On the floor had been a photo of Maura, with a note on top. It read:

The clock is ticking. A doctor for a doctor.


Maura was so deep in sleep that she didn't hear someone picking the lock. She didn't hear their soft footsteps on the floor, or a rustle as they pulled out a cloth soaked in liquid. It was thrust against her face, covering her mouth and nose. Maura did wake then, eyes wide, and kicked and thrashed, trying to get them and the cloth away from her. But it was no use; the damage was done. She slipped into unconsciousness. I'm sorry Jane.