Jane can't explain what is happening, she feels like she is losing her mind. Eventually they let her out on bail. In reality though, if she wasn't married to Maura then she would still be sitting behind bars. As bail was set at £150,000 due to the nature of the crime. Her lawyers were calling it a psychotic break, stating that she started to associate herself with Hoyt, and thus became him, which led her to murdering Cameron and Maddie.
"Maura, I'm not crazy, I don't give a fuck what anybody is calling it. Hoyt spoke to me, he called me up" Jane says whilst pacing the living room.
A sense of fear and dread fills the blonde woman. Maura starts to feel really worried that Jane's mental health has deteriorated far more than she had thought. Does she believe that the woman she loves killed Cameron and Maddie? No, but a part of her cannot ignore the evidence. Evidence doesn't lie, and the evidence and the science is telling her that she did.
Seeing the look of concern on her wife's face she can see the doubt behind the smaller woman's eyes. "Look if you don't believe me, check my phone, check my call history" Jane says whilst thrusting her phone into her wife's hands. "Check it, and then you'll see. Hoyt's still alive".
"Jane, calm down, please" Maura says, holding her hands up showing she means no threat. Placing the brunette's phone into her pocket. She grabs her wife's hands. "My sweet girl, I'm not sure what I believe at the moment, but I believe you believe that Hoyt is alive".
Snatching her hands out of the smaller woman's, like she has just been burnt. Jane can feel the anger brewing inside of her.
Realising her mistake Maura instantly regrets using those words. She tries to take a step towards the brunette in front of her.
Jane is pissed, pissed that her own wife thinks she's losing her mind. "No!" she says flatly. The blonde stops trying to edge towards her wife. "No!" She says again pointing her finger at the blonde.
Her heart starts to break, Maura doesn't think she's ever seen that look on Jane's face before. The look of hurt and betrayal.
Staring at her wife for what felt like an eternity. Jane just walks off in silence and out of the living room and into the garage. Slamming and locking the door behind her.
Crumpling to the floor, Maura can't stop the waves of sobs wracking her body. What have I done? She thinks to herself. Just then she can hear Amelia crying from upstairs. Picking herself up from the floor, climbing the stairs she makes her way to her daughters bedroom and lets out a sigh. Grabbing her phone she calls the one person she knows will not hesitate to come to her aid and help her.
The next morning Maura woke up feeling like she hadn't had any sleep at all. Turning over to feel the bed next to her. Feeling it empty and that the sheets are cold, knowing that Jane didn't come to bed last night. Letting out a sigh, she sits up in bed and wipes the sleep from her eyes. Looking at her phone she has a text message. Quickly reading it fills her with a sense of relief.
Feeling like just staying in bed and hiding under the covers, she drags herself out and sees to Amelia. After making sure she is fed and changed and is comfortable, she takes a quick shower then gets changed and goes to make a pot of coffee.
Looking around the kitchen it looks like nothing has changed. It looks like Jane hasn't used the kitchen at all. Glancing over to the front door she can see that her wife's set of keys are still in the bowl, so she must still be in the garage.
Going into the kitchen drawer she removes the spare key for the garage. She's about to let herself into the garage when there's a knock at the front door.
Opening the front door she is so relieved to see Angela standing there. "Oh Angela!" Maura says before throwing her arms around the older woman. They embrace what feels like forever, before Angela pulls apart. Putting her hands on the side of the blonde's face. "It's OK sweetheart" she says. "I'll make us some tea".
After just sitting and having a quick catch up, Angela decides it's about time that she has a talk with her daughter. Maura gives her the spare key to the garage door. Knocking on the door, Angela speaks "Janie, it's me, your mother" listening for a response and getting no reply. "I'm coming in," the older woman says.
Putting the key in the lock and turning it, she gently opens the door and walks inside. Instantly the smell of sweat and vomit hits her nostrils. Recognising the all too familiar smell of alcohol in the air. Which she should after having two men in her life that are alcoholics, Frank senior and Tommy.
On the floor laid on a camping bed is Jane, surrounded by empty bottles of beer and JD. It looks like she tried to put a bin next to her to catch the vomit but she missed and it's on the edge of the bed and on the floor. Angela feels the anger rising inside of her towards her daughter. That she could be this selfish, and treating Maura this way. Turning on her heels and storming out of the garage, disappearing into the house.
"Angela, please.." Maura pleads with her hoping to make her stay. Not knowing what to do, the blonde finds herself just staring at her possibly still drunk wife. Understanding exactly how her mother in law feels but she doesn't know what to do anymore. And although she loves Jane deeply, a part of her just wants to throw her hands up in the air and admit defeat. Like some cosmic force is trying to tell her that they are not meant to be happy. Surely it shouldn't be this hard she thinks to herself. A flicker of hope returns when she hears movement coming from behind her. Angela is coming back. Before she can register what is happening, the older woman returns carrying a bucket of iced water and she tips it onto Jane.
"What...the….fuck" Jane says breathlessly, instantly sitting up, gasping for air as she feels the icey cold water hitting her skin. Not sure what has just happened as she recovers from the shock, she can see Maura in her peripheral vision, with her hand over her mouth then she sees Angela. "Ma?" Jane says with confusion.
"You listen well and good Jane Clementine Rizzoli-Isles" Angela says pointing a finger at her daughter. Trying so desperately to not lose her cool with her, but feeling the anger rising again. She can't remember the last time she felt this mad, not with her daughter, not with anyone! And she doesn't like this feeling one bit. "You're gonna clean up this shit hole" she says.
Not really understanding what is happening, her brain is still foggy from the alcohol, Jane can't tell if she is still drunk or really hung over. Whatever it is, she really isn't in the mood for her mother giving her a lecture right now. And as soon as those two words fall out her mouth she knows she's fucked up. "Piss Off" she says.
She didn't even feel herself moving, she just reacted. Slapping her daughter hard across the face. For a second the room is filled with a deathly silence. No one reacts. Then Angela continues "you're gonna go and take a shower because you stink...then we're gonna have a talk" and with that she takes Maura's arm and leads her out of the room and towards the kitchen.
The older woman hates feeling this angry, she is so angry that she is shaking, spilling the tea she is trying to make onto the kitchen counter. when suddenly feeling the soft hands of Maura on her own. "Let me make the tea," she says softly. Nodding her head Angela sits down at the table. No one speaks until Maura starts to pour the tea.
"Angela...I'm so sorry about Jane, I've never seen her like that before" Maura says sadly.
"Don't you ever apologise for my daughter's behaviour. I used to do the same for Frank for years". Angela says stern enough not to scold her daughter in-law but to tell her it's not her fault.
They both sit in silence whilst drinking their tea. Waiting to see if Jane actually follows her mothers order.
An hour later a cleaner, and fresher looking Jane emerges from the garage carrying garbage bags. Going out of the back door she puts the bags into the trash can. Then returning inside to face her mother and wife sitting at the kitchen table. Not knowing what to say she just stands there staring at them both. Her mother is the first to speak.
"Sit," Angela says sternly.
Fuck! Jane thinks. Her mother is really really angry with her. Doing as her mother wishes she takes a seat and sits down.
The older woman turns to look at her daughter in law. "Maura, my sweat, do you mind giving us some time alone?" she asks.
"Of course not...There's some errands I need to run anyway" Maura says with a bit of hesitation in her voice. After all these two Rizzoli's are both powerful and strong women as well as headstrong and fiery. Feeling nervous as to what carnage she will be returning home to.
Hearing Maura leave the house and driving away. Angela gets to the point, whilst shaking her head. "I've never in all my life, ever...been ashamed of you...until today" she says sadly.
"Ma" Jane tries to speak, but her mother puts her hand up to silence her.
"I thought I had raised you better than this Janie?" Angela says. "I used to be so proud of you". She can see that her words are having an effect on her daughter. "You were so selfless, so compassionate, but now.." the older woman says. Seeing Jane getting visibly upset by her words is breaking her heart. But something has to be said. She is tearing not only herself apart but Maura too. "What happened to you Janie?" Angela asks sadly.
"I'm losing it Ma" is all Jane manages to get out before breaking into sobs. "I know I didn't kill Cameron and Maddie, despite all the evidence," she says.
"I believe you Janie" Angela says matter of factually.
"I don't know what's real anymore Ma" Jane says with fear in her voice.
The older woman gets up from her chair and hugs her daughter. Jane doesn't resist falling into her mothers loving arms. Letting out all the sadness and tension that has built up over the past couple of months.
Returning home after completing her chores, Maura is surprised to see both her mother in law and her wife sitting, being civil and calm to each other. Yet half expecting to be returning home to utter chaos and destruction. She eyes both women suspiciously before placing her bags onto the kitchen counter top. "What's going on?" she asks.
Looking at her mother first, Jane then looks back at her wife before getting up from the table and walking over to the blonde. Taking her hands into her own, "I'm sorry for being a selfish jerk" She says whilst giving Maura's hands a little squeeze. "I'm sorry for treating you and Amelia so badly".
Feeling confused as to where this is leading too. "Jane," Maura says.
"Please Maura, let me finish," Jane says whilst looking at her wife with almost pleading eyes. "I've discussed it with Ma, and I...We" she says, indicating to both herself and her mother. "We think it's best, just for the time being if you and Amelia go and stay with Angela".
Maura lets out a little laugh. "You're joking right!" she says until the expressions on both of the other women's faces tells her that it's not. "Jane, I am not going to abandon you right now through all of this' '.
"You're not abandoning me, OK. Firstly, I can't leave the county. Secondly I don't know what all this is!" Jane says, indicating where her life is right now. "All I know is that someone is killing people I care about and framing me in the process" She says whilst looking into the blonde's eyes. "I can't protect you from this," she says sadly. "And if anything ever happened to you or Amelia" her voice breaking as a lone tear streaks down her face.
Seeing how distressed her wife is makes her worry more about the toll this is all taking on her. Deep down inside she knows Jane isn't a killer. But someone is clearly trying to frame her and possibly push her over the edge. Maybe she is right though, now they have Amelia and as much as she wants to protect her wife. She needs to think of their child first. Reluctantly she agrees.
"I'm only going for a week, and if Angela doesn't mind looking after Amelia for us, then I'm coming straight back" Maura says looking from her mother in law then back to Jane. Looking back at the older woman she can see her nod her head in response to what she has just said. "You're not going to go through this alone" she says cupping her wife's face. "I promise you we'll face this together, wherever it may lead" then delicately places a tender kiss on her wife's lips.
Why is my head killing me she thinks to herself. Did I fall asleep? Why can't she remember? It's like she has woken up from the mother of all hangovers. But she doesn't remember drinking. Did I drink that much that I passed out? She thinks to herself.
Slowly opening her eyes she sees she is on the ground laid on her side. Trying to focus and clear her fogged mind Jane brings her hands up to her face to rub the sleep out of her eyes. But something is off. Something feels strange, that's when she realises she is holding something cold and hard in her left hand. Looking at her hands she is horrified. Both hands are covered in blood and so too is one of Maura's scalpels.
Whilst still laid on the floor, Jane scans the room to see where she is. Nothing looks familiar to her. Rolling onto her side to scan the rest of the room, what she sees fills her with fear and dread. Pushing back with her feet she scurries away until her back hits a wall. Lying next to her dead on the floor is the mutilated corpse of her friend, Maddie. Staring in absolute horror until feeling the bile rising in the back of her throat. Losing all control she empties the very little contents of her stomach onto the floor. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she realises she is still clutching the scalpel. The fogged head she had when she first woke up has lifted somewhat. Coming to her senses she quickly tosses the scalpel not looking at where it lands. Her flight response kicks, telling her to shift her arse and get away from the crime scene as fast as possible. Not only is she covered in the victims blood but her prints are on the murder weapon too, and once the body is discovered it would only be a matter or hours before there would be an arrest warrant issued for her capture.
Rushing outside she feels the cool night breeze hit her hot cheeks. Before she knows it, Jane is blinded by a bright light. Holding her hands up to shield her eyes she hears a familiar voice.
"Freeze" says Agent Dobson, shining the flashlight directly into the woman's eyes "Lay down on the ground and place your hands on the back of your head".
Seeing two guns trained on her Jane complies, first getting onto her knees with her blood stained hands raised in the air. "I didn't do it! I don't know what happened!" she protests.
"On your stomach...NOW!" Agent Dobson says with more force in his voice whilst taking a step forward. Showing his intentions that he will shoot her if need be.
"I didn't do it" Jane protests again whilst now lying face down in the dirt with her hands on the back of her head.
Quickly rushing forward, Agent Dobson grabs one of Jane's wrists and slaps some handcuffs on her. "Jane Rizzoli-Isles you are under arrest for suspicion of murder" he says whilst pulling her up off of the ground. Turning her around so she is facing them. They can see now more clearly that she is covered in blood. "Jesus" Agent Dobson lets out.
"Stay with her, I'm gonna search inside," Agent Jackson says. Leaving both Jane and the other agent stood outside.
When Agent Jackson returns all the colour in his face has drained. He feels like he is going to be sick. But instead he pushes it back down and swallows the bile that has risen in the back of his throat. Walking over to Jane, any respect or admiration he once had for her has now gone, and instead filled with anger. Grabbing one of her arms roughly he leads her towards the unmarked car. "Jane Rizzoli-Isles I'm arresting you for the murder of Maddie Smith".
"What!" Jane says through gritted teeth as she feels pain radiate across her shoulder from being forcibly handled by Agent Jackson. "No, I didn't do it" she pleads again whilst being slammed against the car.
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you" opening the door and pushing Jane's head down to get into the back seat. Once the brunette is in the car he looks at her coldly. "Do you understand?" he asks. Jane doesn't speak, just nods her head. Slamming the car door shut in anger, agent Jackson walks over to his partner.
"What did you see?" the younger agent asks, not sure if he really wants to know, after all he has never seen his friend react like this before.
Taking a deep breath and looking his partner in the eye. "Maddie Smith's butchered body is in that outhouse" he says before continuing. "It's bad. It's really fucking bad...It's like a slaughterhouse in there".
"Shit" agent Dobson says. "I'll call it in". Taking his mobile out of his pocket he phones dispatch. "This is agent Dobson, we have a code 10-100, require the coroner and forensics to attend the scene, we have a suspect in custody". Walking back towards his partner, he glances at the blood covered woman in the back of their car. "She's meant to be one of us for fuck's sake" he says then looks back to the older man.
Running his hand through his hair, and taking a deep breath, agent Jackson lets out a big sigh. "Yeah, she was" And with that he walks away from the car and starts heading down the small dirt road that leads them from the barn to the main highway. He decides to go further down the road, so that the first responder's don't miss the turning. Truthfully, he needs to think. To try and come to terms with the fact the legendary and respected Jane Rizzoli-Isles has fallen from grace and has become nothing more than a stone cold killer.
Jane doesn't really remember how she got back to the FBI building. But now she is in the process of having evidence collected. Being led by a female officer she is taken into an examination room . Whilst there a forensics technician takes a sample of her blood and saliva, as well as clippings of her bloody fingernails.
Everything feels like a blur to her, her head is pounding, her body is shaking like she has the flu. It's like she's coming down off of something. But she doesn't know what. Why can't I remember anything? Did I drink THAT much?"
Sitting there in silence lost in her own thoughts to only be brought back to reality when the same female officer leads her into a shower cubicle. Except there's no door or no curtain. Standing there Jane looks at the other woman.
"Remove ALL items of clothing and place them on the tray on the table" the officer says.
Feeling numb and confused Jane complies. Thinking she remembers something but it comes to her in fragments but what she does remember makes her sick to her stomach. It's Maddie, crying, screaming and bleeding.
Placing the bloody clothes onto the tray Jane starts to shower whilst being watched by the female officer. They were designed so suspects couldn't try and discard or hide any evidence from the Police. Even so, she feels so uncomfortable and humiliated.
The same officer who took her into the shower gives her a towel. Ordering Jane to place the used towel into another empty tray. She does as she's instructed. Still standing there completely naked and exposed, the officer finally hands Jane a grey tracksuit with a pair of black slip-on shoes. After being made to strip off her clothes and shower naked the brunette can't get dressed quick enough.
Forensics are still back at the barn processing the scene. It is a 'treasure trove' of evidence. From the initial reports from the coroner, Maddie Smith has only been dead for as little as 3-6 hrs when she was murdered. Agent Jackson had decided to leave Jane to 'stew' for a bit in one of the interrogation rooms. Her clothes had been collected and sent to the crime lab, they were completely saturated in blood. He had, had one of the forensic techs send him some of the crime scene photos of the victim, so he could use them in the interrogation.
Her legs are shackled and her hands are handcuffed. Jane is so lost in her own thoughts that she doesn't even hear the agents come into the room.
Walking into the room, the older agent looks at the brunette, expecting her to raise her head and look at him. Instead she was just staring down at her hands. As if she was seeing something there that they didn't. He almost feels sorry for the woman sitting in front of him. Then he remembers the brutality he saw inflicted on Maddie Smith.
"We found this at the crime scene, covered in blood," Agent Jackson says, opening the brown folder he places it onto the table. Taking one of the photos he turns it around to face the suspect. "Isn't this one of your wife's?", he asks.
Why can't I get rid of the blood? She thinks to herself. Looking at her hands, that's all Jane can see. Doesn't matter how many times she closes her eyes, it's still there. Her head is swimming with sounds and images but none of them make any sense. It's like trying to watch a movie but all the pieces are in the wrong sequence.
Agent Dobson brings his hands down hard onto the table, making a loud bang. Getting the attention of Jane. "Are you listening?" he says angrily.
Coming back to a sense of reality Jane almost feels like she has come out of a trance. Looking at the two men in front of her she didn't even know they were there. "What?" she asks, confused.
"My partner asked you a question," Agent Dobson says.
Looking down from the younger agent to the photograph in front of her. "That's one of my wife's scalpels," she says flatly.
Grabbing another photograph, Agent Jackson places it in front of her. It's a photograph of Maddie Smith's mutilated body. "Why did you do it Jane?" he asks.
Looking away from him and reaching across the table, Jane just about manages to grab the photograph despite the shackles restricting her movements. Not really showing any expression on her face she stares at the image "Did I do this?" she asks almost in a whisper.
Both Agents look at each other wondering if they had heard their suspect correctly. Agent Dobson asks "What did you say?"
Staring at Agent Jackson, Jane locks eyes with him and she asks again. "Did I do this?"
The older agent is taken aback by this. He's interviewed a lot of suspects in his time. And he thinks he's pretty good at reading people. But the look on this woman's face is confusing. She looks lost. And hearing her ask him that question, she sounds so small. Does she genuinely not remember killing the victim? He thinks to himself. Just before he could proceed any further with the interview. They are interrupted by a knock on the door.
Getting up from his chair, Agent Dobson opens the door where he is handed a note. Quickly reading it before handing it to Agent Jackson. The older detective reads it before scrunching it up and throwing it into the waste paper basket in the corner of the room.
"It appears to be your lucky day Jane" Agent Dobson says whilst getting up and walking towards her. "Your lawyer has called a stop to this interview, calling into question your mental state and whether you understand what is going on". Pulling Jane up by the arm "They want to do the The Dietz Mental State Interview with you" he says. "Which is fine by me, makes our case easier when it comes back that you were fully sane when you killed those people," he says, leading her out of the room and down the hall. He takes her into an empty room which only has a desk and a telephone. "But first your lawyer wants a word with you" indicating at the phone that is off the hook on the table.
Feeling like her head is about to explode, her stomach is in so many knots that it hurts. And she feels like she is going to puke. Shuffling closer to the table as the shackles restrict her movements. Picking up the receiver. "H. " Jane stutters.
"Now Janie, you're gonna listen very closely" Jane's hand instinctively tightens around the phone, it tightens so tight that it makes her knuckles go white. "You did so well last night with Maddie, that I've got one final test for you" and with that Hoyt hangs up. The line has gone dead. Putting the phone back in its cradle she has no time to react to it; she feels a hand grab her arm and lead her out of the room and down the hall.
"Until this test has been done, you'll be staying in the county jail" Agent Dobson says leading Jane outside into a car park. Some men in uniforms that she recognises as being from the Federal Bureau of prisons are already waiting for them next to the prison van. Lifted into the van she sees she is not alone. Inside are two men and another woman all wearing the same stylish grey tracksuit that she too is wearing. Shuffling along as she takes her seat, one of the prison guards connects her shackles to a chain on the bottom of the van. Restricting her movements even more now so all she can do is stay seated until they arrive at their destination.
Watching the prison van leave, Agent Jackson feels something is way off with this case. "We record all our calls coming and going from here right?" he asks the younger agent.
"Yeah we do, why?" Agent Dobson asks, his interest being peaked.
"Just call it a hunch" the older agent says before turning and entering the building whilst being followed by his partner.
Lost in her own thoughts, Jane didn't know how long they had been driving for. But she definitely felt whatever had hit them. The van felt like it left the road. Rising off her seat but being stopped by the shackles. Causing her to be knocked from side to side every time the van rolls, hearing the shattering of glass and the crunching of metal. The van is still rolling when she hears the screams and cries of her fellow prisoners, until they come to a complete stop and everything is silent. She must have hit her head on something, or someone, as she was sure it was bleeding as her face feels warm and wet.
Trying to check that nothing else is damaged she tries to shift in her seat. But when she moves her side hurts. Possible fractured ribs she thinks. Hearing what sounds like someone walking on broken glass from outside of the van. It must be one of the prison guards. But she's not sure as her vision keeps going out of focus. Trying to stay awake she looks around the van, from what she can tell, at least two of the prisoners are dead and the third she thinks she's still alive.
Just then the back of the prison van opens, Jane guesses that whatever hit them, didn't hit the back of the van as the doors seem to open relatively easily. Her head is pounding and her vision is becoming increasingly blurry.
"Hey Janie" is the last thing she hears before her world goes black.
Authors Note:
Hi guys sorry it's been so long between chapters, but like everyone else Covid has gotten in the way of life. I hope you like this chapter,
