One Second

Chapter 21

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Jane was running around the corner of the police station towards her bike before she remembered she'd given Sofia a lift here, but she didn't care about that at the moment, she was so angry. She wanted to get Jesse back. But more than that, she wanted revenge.

She hopped onto her bike and took off in the direction she hoped she'd never have to go again. She knew it would take her a little while to get there as it was a little way out of the city, but on her bike she hoped to take 15 minutes off of the journey. She weaved in and out of the traffic and before she had much chance to think about what was about to happen, she was already outside the house. Perched on her bike in front of the very long driveway. It was just what she remembered from her nightmares. All of the bushes surrounding the driveway were overgrown and untidy, the brickwork of the driveway all cracked and if she didn't know better, she'd say the house was abandoned. The house itself was more of a bungalow and the white painted walls were staining yellow, the paint was chipped and the house itself looked just a dingy and disgusting as the owner was. She stood in front of the house, and attempted to psych herself up. Come on Rizzoli, you can get this bastard. He is nothing more than a worthless piece of shit. Don't let him make you who you were before. Don't let him take Jesse, don't let him take her away from Sofia.

She snuck her way to the front door and attempted to sneak inside but was unsuccessful as the old front door creaked extremely loudly. A creak she should've remembered as the signal that Hoyt was home. Almost as soon as she was inside she heard the footsteps of Hoyt from the kitchen.

"Well well Janie, I can't say I expected you this quickly. You certainly have missed me." Hoyt leered. He was just as disgusting as she'd recollected, she could smell his vile breath from across the room, he had a slightly limp from where she'd injured him and his clothes were all ripped and torn. He looked like a homeless man, and if you didn't know him or who he was, you'd assume he was harmless.

"I haven't missed you. I'm here for Jesse, now where is she?" Jane tried to keep her calm, but fear was bubbling up as she saw his face again. She was hoping to never have to see him again.

"She's in the basement Janie, do you want me to show you? Or do you remember?" He snickered.

"Oh fuck off." Jane spoke as she headed towards the basement, her eyes never leaving Hoyt. I'm not letting him get the better of me again.

She opened the basement door and the smell was exactly the same. It smelt of fear, blood, sweat and tears, but mostly fear. She edged her way down the stairs and once she hit the bottom, all her emotions came flooding back. She saw the chains on the walls, the chains on the floor but the most frightening thing to see was all her blood. It was stained almost everywhere in the room. When she was here before she didn't really take in how much blood there was splattered around the room, but being back here. It all became obvious. It was stained into almost every wall, there was a very small patch on the floor that was blood free, but the rest was stained red. She looked around the room and spied Jesse sat in a chair, whimpering. Her hands were tied behind her back and she had a blindfold over her eyes. She wasn't gagged but Jane knew as well as Hoyt, that even if she were to scream, nobody would hear her. Jane ran over to her, mentally checking her body for injuries as she made her way to her. As she reached out to untie Jesse's hands, Jesse flinched away.

"Please, don't hurt me." She sobbed.

"Jesse, it's me. Jane, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to untie your hands, ok?" Jesse began sobbing harder and merely nodded her head. Once Jane had undone the ropes, Jesse pulled the blindfold off and looked at Jane with weary eyes. Once her eyes had adjusted to the room, she looked around and cried harder after seeing what had happened to the previous people held in this room. Little did she know that Jane was one of them, and that the blood in this room belonged to Jane, and Jane alone.

As they made their way to the stairs Hoyt reappeared at the top and began descending the stairs.

"She's so pretty isn't she Janie? Not as pretty as you of course. It was so hard to resist doing anything to her, but I was waiting for you Janie." Hoyt sneered with a smug smirk on his face.

"Fuck off Hoyt. She has nothing to do with this. What are you playing at? If you want me, why not come after me?" Jane spat, the anger evident. She was trying desperately to hide her fear but wasn't sure how successful she was being.

"Hoyt? Oh my god. Please no." Jesse begged. Before now, she hadn't realized who'd taken her, or why she was taken, but now it all became clear and she began whimpering again. Jane placed a comforting arm around her shoulders and whispered that it was ok, and that they were going to get out of there. Hoyt just sniggered from his higher perch on the stairs.

"See Janie, this is what you should've been like. You should've begged me, then I would've made it quick. I promise." He laughed.

"I will NEVER beg you. You can do whatever you want to me and I will still never ever beg you to let me live." Hoyt approached them in a menacing manner but Jane stood tall. In one swift movement, she moved Jesse behind her, becoming a shield between Jesse and Hoyt. This is when Jesse realized what Sofia had meant about Jane, she could also see that Jane wasn't lying when she said that she would give 200%.

"Oh but Jane, did you really think I'd just let you walk out of here? I'm going to kill you very, very slowly and then I'm going to do whatever I please to your little friend here." With that, Jesse let out a little squeal behind Jane, to which Hoyt just laughed and continued to approach them slowly. Jane began backing up but was soon at a wall with Jesse still behind her. "Nowhere to go now Janie." Hoyt brought his hands from behind his back to reveal a scalpel in either hand. "Remember these Janie. They're the same ones as last time. My little gift to you. You got away last time, not again Janie. You're never going anywhere again and you're going to die in this basement like you should have done last time."

"Nobody is dying here but you!" Jane seethed. The fear she originally felt for this man was gone, there was no fear. Just anger. She was angry that he'd taken Jesse to get to her, and she was angry that this part of her life wasn't over yet. She was angry at herself for allowing him to be apart of her life for so long and for once, she allowed that anger to boil to the surface. "YOU'RE ONE SICK SON OF A BITCH AND YOU ARE GOING TO DIE TRYING TO TAKE MY LIFE. BUT YOU WILL NOT SUCCEED, YOU WILL NOT HURT ME ANYMORE!" Jane screamed so loudly that she thought her throat was going to explode. Hoyt just looked shocked at her little outburst but quickly recovered. He kept advancing on the two women, Jesse still crying and Jane still standing strong, she repositioned herself in a fighting stance and was extremely thankful that she no longer had any stitches or casts.

"You know I read about what you did in the paper Jane. I'm very impressed, I taught you well. You should be thanking me. If it wasn't for me you would never have escaped Janie." He then lunged for Jane but was knocked back with a clean left hook to the jaw. He shook it off and continued to approach them, this time, swiping with a scalpel and grazing Jane's thigh. She showed no sign that it hurt but blood was soon seeping through her jeans. "One more scar Janie." He then swiped again, Jane twisted to the side and avoided the scalpel. Jesse was sticking tight to Jane's back, knowing that Jane was her best chance of escape. She knew she shouldn't be, but she was glad Jane was there, she would've stood no chance on her own.

Jane was backing towards a dark corner before she realized it wasn't just Hoyt she had to worry about. She felt the needle go into her neck and before she had a chance to react, she felt the cold concrete on her cheek.

"I forgot to tell you Janie, I've got a friend here too." Was the last thing she heard before everything went black.

When she awoke she was attached via chains to the wall. She still thought she was asleep, she still thought it was a nightmare. That was before she heard the whimper behind her. She turned as best she could and saw Jesse tied to the chair once again, the blindfold still on the floor where she'd left it, there was a new bruise forming just below Jesse's eye and she was crying.

"Jesse, look at me, I'm going to get us out of here. Ok, I promise, it'll be ok." Jane spoke words she wasn't sure she believed. She'd told Sofia she wasn't sure she could survive a third time, well this was it, and she walked right into it. It was her fault and now nobody can help her. "Where's Hoyt?" Jane asked.

"He's upstairs, once he'd tied me up, him and his mate tied you up there. I'm so sorry Jane. Is this what it was like?" Jesse was scared, it was evident, but she was still trying to understand Jane's mindset.

"Jesse this isn't your fault. If anything, it's my fault. He took you to get to me, and for that I'm sorry. But I'm going to get you out of here." Jesse didn't fail to pick up on the fact that Jane only said 'her'. She's going to sacrifice herself for me. She's only a child, I can't let her do that.

"Look at all this blood, I wonder how many women he's had down here." Jesse wondered more to herself than Jane, but she still heard it, but Jane wasn't sure whether or not to answer her honestly.

"Erm…Jesse." Jane placed her forehead on the wall and wasn't sure how to continue, but Jesse got the gist of what she was about to say.

"This is all yours isn't it?" Jesse's voice broke on the last word and she began crying again.

"Yeah, I believe so. There was no blood when I was first down here, and he only got out yesterday, so I don't think he's had time to bring anyone else down here. I didn't realize there was this much. I mean, I knew there was a lot, but seeing it again. Makes me…I don't know….lucky I guess?"

"Jane I can't believe-" Jesse didn't have a chance to continue as the basement door flew open. Jane noticed that he still left it open and was thankful that he hadn't learnt from their first encounter.

"I see we're getting friendly ladies." Hoyt seethed. He was carrying a bag but neither could see what was in it, but they didn't have to wait long as he placed it on the floor and opened it. "Let's see what we've got here shall we?" He began pulling out knives one by one. Some larger than others, there was a few scalpels, a penknife that looked old and rusty and a particularly threatening looking hunting knife. "Let the fun begin." He laughed.

He approached Jane with the hunting knife and with a single slice, cut open her t-shirt, revealing her already scarred back. Upon seeing the full extent of the damage, Jesse let out a cry and a muffled 'Oh my god'. Hoyt then cut away Jane's bra.

"What a wonderful piece of art, don't you think Jesse?" Jesse didn't answer just kept crying.

Jane didn't say anything, just mentally prepared herself for what was about to come, she knew it would, it was inevitable. But this time, she knew what to expect, she knew how much it hurt and she knew how to keep herself alive. Just don't beg, don't cry, don't do anything. Just take it. You can do this Jane. It was a mantra she repeated over and over again in her daily life, but this time, it had real meaning.

Hoyt placed the knife on her right shoulder blade and sliced across her back and down to her left hip, creating what would be her biggest scar. He laughed maniacally as he sliced her open and got excited when he saw the blood dripping down her back. Jane barely winced when he cut her, but from behind, Jesse was screaming and crying.

"Jesse it's ok. I can take whatever this fucker decides to give. Just close your eyes, close your eyes and think about Sofia. Ok, can you do that?" Jane couldn't see Jesse's nod, but assumed that she had. As soon as Jesse had closed her eyes she knew that Hoyt and continued his torture from the muffled cries of Jane and the maniacal laughing of Hoyt. When she dared to reopen her eyes, she saw that Jane had at least 5 new gashes across her back and there was about 3 that she could see on the back of Jane's legs. She could see the blood pouring from Jane's wounds and pooling on the floor, almost splashing as it landed. She didn't know how Jane wasn't screaming in pain, she honestly didn't know. She wanted to look away but found herself incapable of doing so. Hoyt had just finished another cut to the back of Jane's thigh when he spoke again.

"Shall we change this up? Have Jesse over there on this wall and you in the chair? Feeling helpless for once?"

"Don't you fucking touch her. You want me, well here I am!" Jane screamed.

"As you wish Janie, but there isn't much more I can do from here. What'd you say? On the floor again? We always had fun on the floor didn't we? Not as much fun as I'd always hoped, but you thwarted that plan didn't you? I was saving it for the 50th day Janie, you knew that and you ruined it!" It was the first time that Hoyt had even appeared angry, he'd previously been relatively calm. So that's why she escaped. Everything seemed to be clearer to Jesse now; it all seemed to be falling into place. Jesse wanted to speak up, and save Jane from some of this torture, but she couldn't find her words, she wanted to help Jane in the same way she was helping her, but her body seemed to contradict what her brain felt like she needed to do.

When she looked back at what was happening in front of her, Jane was laying bare chested on the ground, blood pooling around her shoulders and waist. Jesse felt bad for looking at Jane half naked but couldn't help but notice the toned stomach, and the scars covering her body, apart from her scarless breasts.

Once again, Hoyt began cutting Jane and after the 6th cut, Jane lost consciousness, Jesse wasn't sure if it was from pain or loss of blood, and it was evident that she'd lost a lot of blood. Once Jane had lost consciousness, he turned to face Jesse.

"That was fun wasn't it. Don't worry, we'll restart when she wakes up. She hasn't lost enough blood to have passed out from that, so it must've been from the pain, whoops." He joked. With that, he turned and left the basement. As soon as the basement door was closed, Jane opened her eyes. Jesse looked at her in bemusement.

"What, you didn't expect me to just take it did you? I do have a plan you know." Jane smirked. Jesse was completely dumbfounded at how confident Jane sounded. How can she have a plan? She's shackled to the floor, bleeding everywhere and I'm tied to this chair. She was brought back from her thoughts with a cracking sound. She looked over to Jane and realized that Jane had gotten her right hand free of the shackles.

"How did you do that?" Jesse almost screamed.

"Shh, keep quiet. This room is pretty much sound proof but just in case. Keep it down eh? With the right pressure one can break a thumb, it makes the wrist thinner and allows the wrist to get through smaller gaps, and I can't exactly break my writing hand can I? I've got exams coming up." Jesse merely nodded, she still couldn't understand how Jane was so calm. Little did she know but Jane was panicking inside, her back and stomach were burning with pain, and now, so was her wrist, but she had to remain calm for Jesse, she could see how scared she was and certainly didn't want to make it worse. Jane was busy undoing the shackle containing her left hand and both of her feet. She then moved over to Jesse and once again, untied her hands. Jane then went and grabbed her t-shirt that was now cut down the back and picked it up, examining it.

"I wish he wouldn't do this, it was my favorite t-shirt." Jane complained, still trying to maintain a joking manner so that Jesse didn't panic. Jesse removed her jacket and handed it to Jane.

"Here, have mine." Jesse offered.

"I'll just put this on as best I can. I don't want to get blood on your jacket." Jane countered. She wasn't really concerned about getting blood on Jesse's jacket, but she was concerned about it hurting her wounds, it was quite a heavy denim jacket and certainly wouldn't do much to aid her wounds, but it would help her dignity. That's mostly gone anyway, she's already seen me half naked. Jane thought.

"No, no please. Go -" Jesse didn't have a chance to finish what she was saying as Jane placed a hand over her mouth as footsteps could be heard from above. Jane ushered Jesse into a corner of the room, one of the two that were adjacent to the steps. She then rushed over and looked at the knives. You would've thought he would learn. Jane mused as she picked up the hunting knife. She then placed one of the scalpels in her boot. That will probably cut my foot, but hopefully it'll be worth it.

Just as Jane hid in the opposite corner of the room to Jesse, the basement door flew open and the heavy footsteps of Hoyt could be heard on the stairs.

"We awake yet Jan….what the hell? NOT AGAIN!" He screamed as he placed his foot on the last step. He attempted to survey the room, and figure where Jane had got to. Just has his gaze landed on Jesse, Jane jumped him from behind, plunging the knife into his back.

Hoyt screamed out in pain and pushed Jane from him. He then collapsed to the floor and Jane pushed Jesse up the stairs, keeping her stare on Hoyt, making sure he didn't get up. When they got to the top, Jane shut and locked the door, taking the key with her. They moved their way through the house and out the front door, it was only when they were out there that they remembered Hoyt had an accomplice. He was sitting on the porch drinking a beer, once he saw the two women, he stood but unfortunately for him, he was too slow to react to Jane charging at him. She ran into him so fast that they both went flying off of the porch crashing through the wooden balcony onto the grass below.

The other man quickly pushed Jane off and got back to his feet, he pulled a gun from his trousers and pointed it directly at Jane. Jane froze immediately.

"Not so confident now are we?" His voice was cocky and deep. It was clear from his accent that he was from Texas. He was quite a big man and he towered over Jane, and it was fairly clear that he would win a fight against her, but that was irrelevant at the moment because he had a gun, that made it an unfair fight.

Jane was looking around for something to use as a weapon and then remembered the scalpel she'd placed in her boot, but how to get it? She slowly edged towards him, and then, in a surprising move to both the accomplice and Jesse, Jane got down on her knees and put her hands behind her back, sitting on her feet. From there, she could just about reach the scalpel.

"Wow, getting all submissive now are we?" The cocky Texan spoke.

"NEVER." Jane screamed as she plunged the knife into his leg. He fell backwards clutching his leg. Jesse ran over grabbing the gun from his hands, pointing it at his head and cocking it.

Jane saw what was happening in front of her and it became clear that Jesse was going to shoot, it was obvious from her face.

"Jesse, don't do it. Don't become one of them, you didn't deserve this, and you could never life with yourself if you pull that trigger. Come on, look at me." Jesse chanced a glance at Jane and saw the softness of her features. "Come on, give me the gun." Jane was approaching slowly and gently eased the gun from Jesse's hand, and as soon as she had, Jesse broke down in tears, crying into Jane's shoulder.

From a distance, sirens could be heard and Jane wondered what they were for, either way, that's the direction they needed to head in, she knew how to get back, she just wasn't sure she'd make it with these injuries. She attempted to usher Jesse away, but they didn't have to go far as an unmarked police car pulled up and Korsak, Cavanaugh and Sofia all got out, running towards the two women.

"Jane, oh my god. Lieutenant, get an ambulance." Korsak continued to look over Jane's wounds as he placed his jacket around her for a bit more dignity. "What the hell were you playing at Jane? He could've killed you. Speaking of, where is the disgrace of a human being?"

As Korsak was comforting Jane, Sofia ran over to her girlfriend and wrapped her arms securely around Jesse's neck.

"Oh my god, I was so scared. I didn't know what to do. I told Jane at school and then she insisted we went to the police station and then she yelled at those guys." She gestured towards Korsak and Cavanaugh. "Then she got a call and ran out. It took us a little while to get the address for this place from the case files after we'd figured out this is where you were, sorry it took so long baby. Are you ok? What happened?" Sofia was rambling and she knew it, but there wasn't much she could do to stop it.

"Baby, calm down. I'm fine. Thanks to Jane, and as to what happened? Jane happened, that's what happened." Jesse said with a smile as she embraced her girlfriend once more. Seeing Korsak faffing over Jane made her giggle slightly which earned her a confused look from Sofia.

"What you laughing at?" Sofia asked.

"Those two." Jesse replied gesturing to Korsak and Jane. "Baby, I'm so sorry for how I've been acting this past few weeks, I've been an absolute twat and when I was in there, all I could think about was you, and seeing you and kissing you and holding you for the rest of my life. I love you with all of my heart and can't imagine my life with anyone else in it, so…" Jesse got down on one knee, looked up to Sofia, who was already crying and ask "Miss Sofia Dixon, will you marry me?"

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