Maura's POV

"Korsak!" I screamed. "Korsak!" But he didn't arrive. "Cruz!" She didn't arrive either. "Frost!" I screamed but he didn't show. "Frankie!" And I recieved nothing. "Please! Just save her!" I begged. None of them showed up. They'd lied. They told me that they would be there before I had time to call them for help. Christopher stared at me.

"Maura!" Jane begged. "Please, run. Forget about me!" I couldn't run now. Even if I'd wanted to, which I wouldn't have anyway, I couldn't. Christopher pointed my gun to me. I peeled off the last layer of clothing I had on, which had been my underwear. He nodded in approval as he brought the taser back to Jane's neck.

"I did what you said!" I yelled, my sobs were returning. He didn't care. I watched Jane writhe in pain before falling limp. She didn't move. Her body just hung there, slightly swinging from her movements. Christopher had been stalking towards me now. I saw his fingers at the buckle of his jeans. I could hear Patricia screaming something to him but I couldn't make out the words. He killed Jane. He killed her and all I wanted now was to die, myself. I couldn't very well leave Patricia to fend for herself. She hadn't been trained for this. Then again, neither had I. But, this is what I signed up for when I agreed to come in here alone.

"Lie down." He instructed and I obliged. I only hoped that I could somehow manage the gun or taser away from him when he'd been...having his way with me. I swallowed hard, trying to figure out my plan. To be honest, I hadn't had much hope in myself. I didn't even have much inspiration. Jane was gone. The only thing I'd been planning on was letting Patricia and Kyla escaped. After they were gone, I'd beg Christopher Hoyt to kill me.

Jane's POV

I was unconscious again. Maura had been begging them to let her go. I could hear them thrusting into her. I felt my throat close up. God, I was going to throw up. How could they do that to her? She was innocent. She wasn't even their type. Christopher had told me he'd only liked brunettes. Why couldn't they have just let her go? Why couldn't they just punish me, and me only? When the noises stopped, all I could hear was Charles and Chris talking to each other. I couldn't even hear Maura anymore.

"Show her to Jane." Charles commanded. This brought me back to consciousness. I heard wrestling before I could see something in my line of view. Chris had dragged her body all the way over to me. There had been seldom lighting but I could tell the blood that stained her. It was everywhere. Between her legs. On her legs. On her stomach. On her chest. I couldn't see any movement from her. Her body had been frozen, forever, now. Maura was gone. They'd killed her.

"Would you like to join her, Jane?" Chris asked me, seductively. He brought a scapel to my chest right where my heart was. "I can arrage that."

"Go to hell, you sonofabitch." I said through my clenched jaw. I had nothing to live for now. I wanted to piss him off enough to kill me. "What happened to you two? Did daddy beat the fucking crap out of both you because he'd been disgusted with you? Did mommy leave you because she didn't love you enough?"

I could I'd got something out of that, because Chris drove the scapel into my stomach right where I'd shot myself. I cried out in pain. "You bitch!" He yelled.

"Enough!" Charles ordered. "She's mine. You killed yours." I waited for one of them to do it. To be man enough to kill me. They went back and forward, torturing me some more. I took it. I accepted the pain, willingly. I wanted to die. I wanted to be dead. I wanted to join Maura wherever she was. Heaven or Hell.

Jane's whimpering woke Maura. She reached over to turn the lamp that had been next to Jane on.

"Jane," She said, brushing her own hair behind her ear. "Jane, it's okay. It's just a nightmare. Wake up." She was glad to be awaken from her own. "Jane!" She called again, but it was to no avail. Jane's whimpers turned into sobs, but she'd still been asleep.

For a moment, Maura forgot she hadn't been allowed to touch the brunette. She placed two firm hands on the detective's arms. "Wake up." She shook her carefully.

"Don't touch me!" Jane snapped from her sleep. She pulled away from Maura, falling onto the floor.

"Jane!" Maura cried, peering over the edge to see if her partner had been okay. "Are you okay?" She knew it'd been a stupid question but she had to ask it.

"Yeah," Jane had still been crying. She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. The brunette rested her forehead on her knees as the tears fell, heavily. Maura didn't say anything, she didn't know what to say or do to comfort the taller woman. How would she comfort her? She wasn't allowed to touch Jane. Maura went to sit next to the brunette, quietly singing to her partner, hoping that helped at least a bit.

"When the rain is blowing in your face and the world is on your case; I can offer you a warm embrace, to make you feel my love. When the evening shadows and the stars appear, and there is no one there to dry your tears, I can hold you for a million years, to make you feel my love. " She had heard the song on the radio once after Charles had taken Jane, when he'd escaped. Maura thought of Jane every time she heard that song, since then. It'd become the song she'd sing to Jane when the brunette had trouble sleeping. Although Jane never remembered it because she'd been too tired, Maura loved those moments.

"I know you haven't made your mind up yet, but I would never do you wrong. I've known it from the moment that we met, no doubt in my mind where you belong. I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue. I'd go crawling down the avenue. No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do. To make you feel my love." When she heard the brunette's crying turn into whimpering, she figured she'd been doing a good job. So she decided to continue. "The storms are raging on the rolling sea, and on the highway of regret. The winds of change are blowing wild and free. You ain't seen nothing like me yet. I could make you happy, make your dreams come true. Nothing that I wouldn't do. Go to the ends of the Earth for you. To make you feel my love." Jane hadn't fallen asleep, she just continued to whimper. She'd been afraid to fall asleep again, but she was afraid to touch Maura. Instead, she just sat there trying to be silent.

The two women sat there for hours. Neither of them could move, even if they'd wanted to.

Maura's POV

Session #3

"I'm glad you've finally had time to come." Dr. Wright said as I sat down. I hadn't been planning on staying for long, but there were things I needed to get off my chest. Before Jane had been abducted, Dr. Wright and I had made a plan to see each other once a week. Since that night, I have hardly had time for him. My schedule had been work and Jane, work and Jane, and more work and Jane. We'd given up hope on my trying to even bother showing up. After rescheduling three times, I decided to just tell him whenever I truly had the time, I'd call for an appointment.

"Thanks." I finally said after making myself comfortable.

"How long has it been since the incident?" He was careful not to speak of Christopher Hoyt by name. It'd been plastered all over the Boston media for weeks.

"Three months." I stated, slightly proud that I'd made it thus far. "It's been four months."

"How is Jane?" He asked, I could see the curiousity in his facial expression. He'd probably been following the story by the media.

"Jane...is fine." It wasn't a lie. She'd been getting better and better. Her therapist had been doing a remarkable job with her. She was able to touch me for longer periods of time, now. Oftenly she would wash her hands before doing so, but I completely understood. "She's at the beach with her family for the day. I decided to stay behind."

"Why?" He wrote something down. "You could've enjoyed a beautiful day with her."

"I've spent every day with her for the past three months," I shrugged. "Even under the circumstances, everyday has been beautiful." I smiled. "Besides, I know how much her family misses her. They've hardly gotten to see her."

"Why not?" He seemed genuinely concerned.

"Work." I looked down at the coffee table between us. I could tell he'd changed his office around. Had it really been that long since I'd seen him? "Frankie's been really busy. The busier it is down at the precinct, the busier Angela is. She has to stay open later on some nights. Jane's been working on getting her strength back."

"What about you? What have you been busy with?" He crossed his legs.

"Performing autopsies." I rubbed the back of my head. "If I haven't been doing that, I've been with Jane. As I stated before, I spend every day with her. That's a great deal of my time."

"Will she be returning to work soon?"

"Yes." I smiled. "She'll definitely be returning to work soon. I think she's more excited about it than anything."

"That's nice," Here came the question, I so desperately needed to answer. I needed to tell someone who was unbiased. Someone who wouldn't judge me for feeling the way I did. Maybe someone who can explain to me why I'm wrong. "How do you feel about her returning to work?"

"Honestly," I shook my head. "I'm not too thrilled about it. She wants to return to homicide. After telling Cavanaugh she's been going through therapy, he couldn't be any more willing to accept her back into the unit." I sighed, heavily at the memory. "I know that she's going to work ten times as hard to prove that she's still the same person. That means she's going to put herself in dangerous situations that she shouldn't even be in."

"You're worried she'll run into another Charles Hoyt." He hesitated a bit with the question but I knew it needed to be asked.

"Yes," I closed my eyes. "And I'm afraid she'll attract him. Her nightmares just stopped a few nights ago."

"You think if she returns to homicide, they'll return as well." He was so good at reading me, sometimes I felt like all I had to do was just show up the sessions and sit there and he'd tell me what was wrong with me.

"Yes." I nodded. My eyes were still closed. "I don't want to lose her, Jason."

"Have you talked to her about this?" He'd been surprised I referred to him as his first name. I figured we'd bypassed the pressionalism.

"Yes." I rubbed my temples at the memory, it was already bringing back a headache.

Jane and I had been eating lunch at a diner near the precinct. She'd wanted to have dinner down in my office, but I advised her against it. There had been a woman on the table that resembled me. I knew how protective she'd been of me, so I didn't want it to trigger any more nightmares than necessary.

"That waitress was totally flirting with you." She laughed as she chewed her food.

I chewed carefully before replying. "I've thought it to be odd that someone can pick up on whether another human being is a homosexual or not. But, they are completely clueless to know when someone is in a relationship."

"I'm pretty sure she knows we're together, Maur." Jane smiled. "She's just bold enough to disregard it."

"Why would she do that?" I'd asked. Jane had been better at reading people. I could study humanity all I wanted, but Jane had a better understanding of it.

"I don't know." Jane cupped her chin in her left hand as she propped her elbow up on the table. I would've told her that was bad table manners but I knew she wouldn't have cared, anyway. "She'll have to get used to me, though. This place is pretty amazing. I think we should come here at least once a week when I return to work."

I dropped my fork. I knew she'd be going back to work, I just hadn't been prepared for this discussion just yet. "When?" It'd been hard to find my voice. I reached for my glass of tea.

"Two weeks." Jane said, proudly. She'd been oblivious to my sudden change of mood.

"That's really soon." I commented, picking my fork back up. I began pushing my food around my plate.

"Not really," Jane said, in a very disagreeing tone. "I mean I'm still getting paid to do what? Sit on my couch and wait for you to get home all day? I've been medically and mentally cleared to return, Maura. I'm not your housewife."

"I know," I hadn't wanted this to turn into an argument so I kept my tone calm. "I understand that. I'm just worried that you'll just end up getting hurt again."

"Oh," Jane let out a humorless laugh. "I forgot. You don't trust me doing my job."

"Excuse me?" When had I ever said that to her?

"The only reason Patricia didn't trust me to work that case was because you didn't trust me." She hadn't been wrong but I'd never told her that. "Maura, I don't know why you don't trust me to do my job."

"Because, Jane," I sighed. "Look at your track record. You've ended up being tortured, shot, and kidnapped."

"Wow," She shook her head. "I can't believe you're using all of that against me."

"I'm not!" I exclaimed. "I'm just simply stating the obvious, Jane. I think you are a wonderful detective, but is there any possible way to be a good detective without putting your life more in danger than the others? Vince and Barry have come out of situations with minimal scratches bruises. You'll come out of that very situation with a gunshot wound or any wound that needs medical attention of some sort."

"I'm returning to work." She dropped her spoon to her plate. "That's final."

"Okay." I knew I couldn't argue with her over it. I hadn't been trying to. I just wanted her to know that I would always be afraid of her body ending up on my table. I will always be afraid of that.

"Was that the first time you two have argued since the incident?" I could see him from the corner of my eye.

"No," I sighed. "We fought one other time when she came to visit me at work." I braced myself to tell him the story.

I'd asked one of my interns to get Italian for Patricia and I. It'd been the first time she and I had seen each other since Christopher Hoyt. After that night, we talked on the phone once a day, but we never had time to see each other. She'd roughly been going through the same thing as Jane. He beat her, as well. By the time my intern had returned, Patricia was due to arrive within the next ten minutes. I decided to spend the time talking to Jane on the phone. I knew she had therapy that day, and I'd wanted to know what her goals had been for the week. I always looked forward to hearing of them and helping her achieve them.

When I called Jane, she hadn't answered. I tried one more time. No answer. It probably meant that she'd been working out. I went through every excuse in my mind so that I wouldn't have to worry.

"Knock, knock." Patricia's accent gave her away. I looked up to see her with a smile on her face. I was glad that she was still able to smile.

"Trish," I walked around my desk to embrace her in a hug. "How are you?"

"I'm good." She breathed as she pulled away. "The nightmares finally went away."

"Good to hear." I smiled.

"Yeah," She took a seat on the couch in my office. "How's Jane?"

"She's better." I grabbed our lunch and took a seat next to her. I'd remembered what Patricia loved so I was made sure my intern understood the way to order the food. I gave Patricia her food, I'd lost my appetite when worried thoughts of Jane had run through my mind.

"How's Kyla?" I finally asked.

"She's..." Patricia stopped for a moment. She looked down at her food, debating on if she'd wanted to eat now. I wouldn't have blamed her if she hadn't. "She's not doing as well as I am."

"I'm sorry," I frowned. "Have you got her seeing a therapist?"

"Yeah." Patricia put her food on the coffee table. "James and I are trying everything but it's not working as well as it did for me. But, we're being patient. I understand that she's still really scared. She wakes up in the middle of the night screaming. She's afraid to wake up in that cabin, again."

"My Jane has the same problem." I looked at her.

"Your Jane?" She smirked. "So you two are finally together, eh?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes." I laughed. "How are you and James?"

"We're taking things slow." She nodded. "But we're doing good." I smiled, I was glad for her.

"Do you want to get a coffee?" It seemed we both had lost our appetites. I would just let my interns have the rest of the food. I loved buying lunch for them.

"Sure," Patricia was already standing. "I need to use the restroom."

"Here," I have her my badge. "Take a left and then a right and use my restroom."

"Thanks." She was already leaving. I laughed because of the way she walked when she had to use the restroom. I bagged the barely touched food and went across the hall to give it to my working interns. They thanked me as I left to go wait for Patricia near the elevators. When I saw her, I pushed the button to go up. Patricia and I talked animatedly about how our lives had been going, for the next twenty minutes. Angela had even joined the conversation at one point but left when other customers had come in.

"Oh," I heard from the door. I hadn't bother turning around because I didn't think it'd been important. "There she is, right there." Now I turned around because there had only been two women in the cafe. Even Angela had gone on break and went upstairs to bother her son. Those had been her words, not mine.

"Hello, Jane." Patricia greeted with a smile. It seemed sincere. I knew she still didn't like Jane all that much but she wouldn't have been rude.

"Hi, Patricia." Jane said through clenched teeth. I knew that tone. She was unhappy with me. I turned to Jane, hoping she would keep it professional.

When Jane only stared at me, Detective Cruz cut in. "Patricia," She took the other woman's arm. "Would you like to go say hello to the other detectives that saved you?"

"Sure." She'd picked up on the hint to leave. I stared right back at Jane, just as she'd been staring at me. My eyes never left hers.

"What's wrong?" I finally asked, getting tired of just staring at each other.

"I came here to see you." Jane said, grabbing my forearm. I frowned, she'd been taking me somewhere more private. When we were down in my office, she closed the door behind us. "I came here to see you and you're just chatting it up with her."

"Jane," I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "You cannot still be jealous, can you?" I was glad I'd closed the blinds earlier in the day. I walked to her and cupped her face. "I thought we agreed that I am yours. Why does it matter that I am friends with her?"

"Because," Jane's voice was like acid. "I don't trust her."

"Why not?" I was not going to let her ruin my day. I was going to change her mood, for the better. "Actually, you don't have to answer that. You need to trust me, and only me."

"She still has feelings for you!" Jane accused. "You're mine! I can't have her trying to get you back, behind my back."

"Don't you trust me, Jane?" I rubbed her cheek with my thumb. She nodded. "Then what are you afraid of? You know that I love you. I know that I love you. I'm happy with you."

"That doesn't mean she won't try!" She was angry again. So angry she flinched away from me. "Maybe she'll give you what I can't! I drew the short straw that night. He left Kyla alone, which I'm glad. But, what did he do to her? He punched her a few times? I was whipped, Maura! I was punched, a lot! I was stabbed. I was tased. I was hurt, a lot! She's not as fucked up as I am. You can touch her. You can make love to her. She can make love to you without feeling completely disgusted with herself. Without feeling completely unworthy. I mean I'm glad he didn't hurt her too much, because I wouldn't have wanted him to. I just hate how fucked I am. How she could probably use that against me." I wanted to touch her again but I knew that now was not a good time.

"You listen to me, Jane Rizzoli." My voice was firm. It had to be. Although I'd wanted to break down and cry. "I won't leave you because you're afraid to touch me. I won't leave you because you've been broken. I will love you with everything in me. How could I leave you when you've saved my life? How can I leave you when you are my life?"

"Because she can give you what I can't." Her words were quiet.

"Unhappiness?" I surmised. "She doesn't make me happy, Jane. I will not tolerate you believing such a thing. I will not let you think that I'd rather be with her. Because I wouldn't."

"But you should." I could tell Jane's anger had subsided. Before I could say anything else, she was leaving my office. I called after her but she didn't come back. I knew she needed some time. But, that subject never came up again. Even when I tried to talk to her at dinner that night, she firmly told me it wasn't the time.

"We still haven't discussed that day," I sighed. "I've stopped seeing Patricia."

"Do you miss her?"

"Yes." I nodded. "But, for Jane, I'll give up anyone." And that was true. I would give up anyone and anything for Jane Rizzoli. Not because I wanted to, but because I felt that I had to. Anything she told me to do, even if it'd been a joke, it always felt like a command. I lived to make her happy. Sometimes I had to stop myself from doing most of the things she asked me to do because I knew that I had to stand my ground, at least sometimes.

"Do you think maybe you should talk to her about all of this?" His brow was furrowed in confusion. "Maybe you should tell her how much Patricia means to you just as Cecilia means a lot to her. Just because you've dated her doesn't mean that it makes you any less Janes. You should also talk to her about going back to work. Make her understand that you don't want her to not go back to work, but simply just be more careful. But, Maura? You've got to trust Jane at her job. That's something you really need to work on."

I nodded. "I know, doctor." I swallowed hard. "I want to trust her. But, I just feel like she's going to end up getting herself killed."

"That's a risk she's taking just by doing her job." His tone was empathetic. "She risks dying just by waking up in the morning. I wouldn't be shocked to find out that she died from working out too much."

I knew it'd been a joke but I didn't like anyone joking about Jane's death. "I know." I knew it was time leave, soon. Jane had wanted me home early.

"I'll see you next week?" He smiled.

"Yes." It was the week that Jane returned to work for the homicide unit. Lt. Cavanaugh had been understanding of our relationship. Considering we'd started dating before she returned to homicide, the rules didn't apply to us as much. Homicide was desperate for Jane to return, anyway. Their cold cases seemed to be piling up. I sighed and thanked him for the session before leaving.