When Jane came to, the first thing that hit her was the stench. It was a mixture of feces and like something was rotting. Lifting her head up caused her to instantly regret it. She couldn't stop the wave of nausea coming as she emptied the very little contents of her stomach onto the floor next to her. Regaining some composure, bringing her hands up to her head, but they won't come. Looking around her she sees she is restrained to what looks like an old bed. But in the dim light she can't fully make it out properly. Tugging on the restraints with all her strength, suddenly sends a shock wave of pain through her chest. The pain is immense, it feels like her chest is on fire. All she wants to do is to wrap her arms around her torso but she can't. Because of the pain it causes her to cough, and with each cough brings more and more pain. Feeling the beads of sweat appearing on her forward, and with her fast breathing, feeling like she's going to pass out.
"I wouldn't do that Janie"
Her heart skips a beat. That voice, it can't be. It's not possible. Am I dead and in my own personal hell? Jane thinks to herself.
"When I examined you, I counted at least 4 broken ribs".
Looking towards the speaker. It's too dark and she can't see him, but she will never forget that voice. "H..O..YT'' Jane manages to get out of her incredibly dry throat. Trying to scan the room to see him, her fight mode was now activated. She was determined that that bastard wasn't going to survive another encounter with her. Even if it meant she had to die in the process.
"In the flesh….I smell lavender and fear," Hoyt says.
Hearing a spine chilling scream she wonders where it is coming from until she realises it is coming from her. Trying to be brave and strong in face of this new threat, something broke inside of her. And he knew this. Leaving her in the pitch black room she could hear her own boogeyman's laughing growing fainter and fainter as he leaves her in her own private prison, alone and afraid.
Back at the bureau Agent Gerald is following up on a hunch. Something in his gut is telling him this whole case is wrong. Yes the evidence on Jane is overwhelming, but it seems too neat, too perfect. And he can't shake the feeling that someone like Jane who has worked in law enforcement all her adult life and has a medical examiner as a wife, would know how NOT to leave evidence at crime scenes.
Making his way down to the basement, he goes and finds one of the techs who is in charge of recording all incoming and outgoing calls when prisoners are in holding. Knocking on the door and walking into the room. 'Hey Bob, have you got that call lined up for me to listen to?'.
Bob is a small balding man, even though he spends his days down in the basement, he is always pleasant and helpful. 'Sure thing' kicking his feet his chair sends him over to another computer desk. 'I've got it all set up over here...everything's on, just press play'. And with that he goes back to his previous work station and continues working on whatever he was working on before.
'Thanks Bob' Agent Gerald says whilst walking over to the computer. Sitting down, and picking up the headphones, placing them over his ears he presses play and starts to listen.
What the fuck! thinking to himself. As clear as day he hears it. Over the years he has watched, studied and listened to pretty much all recordings available to him at the FBI. The voice he can hear on the phone is none other than infamous serial killer Charles Hoyt. But how can that be? He's been dead for nearly 10 years. Listening to it again just to make sure. Letting out a sigh he takes off the headphones. Getting up and just before heading out of the room, turning to Bob he asks. 'Bob, I'm gonna need a copy of that recording sent to my phone as soon as possible please'.
Pushing himself from the desk and over to the one where the recording is. 'No problem, I'll do it right away' Bob says as he starts clicking away on the computer.
'Thanks Bob' Agent Gerald says before leaving the room. He's only walked about 10 yards before his phone starts ringing. Whilst still walking, reaching into his left pocket he presses the accept button and speaks. 'Agent Thompson' he says.
"Hi this is Chief Crocker from the county lock up, we're still waiting for the latest prison transfer to arrive. What's the ETA?" He asks.
Agent Gerald stops dead in his tracks. "What! That prison van should have been with you over 2 hrs ago!" He says with shock in his voice. He ends the call, and dread starts to fill the pit of his stomach. Turning around he runs down the corridor and back to the communications hub. Bursting through the door, making Bob jump in his chair. "Bob I need a location for the prison van that was transporting Jane Rizzoli-Isles, immediately" He says, trying to steady the nerves in his voice.
Watching his fellow work colleague do his magic. His mind starts racing, he refuses to believe that Charles Hoyt is still alive and somehow doing this. But one thing he knows for sure. Whomever is behind this, this isn't something that just happens over night. His gut is telling him that this has been planned for sometime. Watching the satellite picture of the earth appear on the computer screen. A few more clicks and it starts to zoom in. Within seconds he has an exact GPS location. "Fuck!" he says. "Call it in for me, now! Get everyone there" Trying to hide the fear rising in his voice. He rushes off to the last known location of the prison transport.
Briefing his partner in the car on the way, whilst nearing the location of the tracking beacon. Stopping his car, both agents get out. Looking around Agent Gerald sees they are the first on the scene. In the distance he can hear the sirens drawing nearer.
Drawing their weapons in preparation for some unseen force. He indicates for Agent Thomson to search the left hand side of the road and he will search the right.
They both cautiously approach the area of road in front of them. Noticing a lot of broken glass and bits of what looks like plastic on the tarmac, but no van. "What the fuck is going on?" Agent Thomson asks.
"Nothing good," Agent Gerald says. Noticing what looks like deep indentations on the road, they look fresh. He indicates for his partner to follow his lead. Raising his weapon, slowly starts following the marks. Moving closer to them the deeper and darker the marks seem to be getting.
The marks lead to what looks like some kind of ditch at the side of the road. Cautiously and carefully looking down the slope he scans the area looking for the missing police transport. Just at the bottom he manages to see the mangled wreck of the prisoner van resting on its side up against a tree.
"Fuck" He says. Turning to his partner "Show them where we need them" indicating to the arriving EMT's, Fire and Rescue. Slowly and carefully making his way down the banking towards the wreck. Agent Gerald peaks through the driver's window. There appears to be two people inside, however from all the blood spray all over the windows he suspects they have both had their throats slit.
Making his way to the back of the van, the back doors have been left open. Raising his gun and taking a deep breath he quickly rounds the corner. The inside of the van is just as messed up as the front. Another body, if he had to guess, possible neck or head injuries from the crash. But no Jane Rizzoli. So caught up in what he is witnessing, the snapping of twigs breaking behind makes him jump. He spins round with his gun raised pointing it to whomever is behind him.
"Whoa," Agent Thomson says, putting his hands up.
Holstering his gun. "Sorry" Agent Gerald says. "It's a right shit fest"
Looking into the van he can see what appears to be a female, she is still handcuffed but her neck looks like it's been distorted. Possibly broken neck. He thinks to himself. "What the fuck is going on Gerald?" Agent Thomson asks.
"I don't know...but I need you to listen to this" Agent Gerald goes into his left pocket, pulls his mobile out and plays the recording of the telephone call between Jane and her 'lawyer'.
Agent Thomson recognises the voice but he knows that it can't be possible. "What is going on?" he asks again.
"I don't know…but Agent Rizzoli-Isles is the key," Agent Gerald says, running his hand through his hair and letting out a sigh. "Someone's gone to a lot of trouble for her". He knows that if they don't find who is behind this, there will be more bodies. And that Agent Rizzoli-Isles will be one of them.
Jane can't tell what time of day it was let alone how long she has been there. Each time Hoyt enters the room he injects her again and again. Suspecting it could possibly be LSD as it makes her brain foggy, and causes some vivid and terrifying waking nightmares. And now there was no doubting it, Hoyt was alive again. She didn't know how, but he was here in the flesh.
Torturing her and making her slowly lose her mind. Not even knowing what is real anymore, the only thing she is sure of is that her own personal boogeyman has somehow been resurrected. And those haunting, terrifying words he is saying were starting to strangely make sense to her.
Laying down on what you could describe as some sort of bed. Jane's hands are tied above her head, as well as her feet tied to what she assumes is the bottom of the bed.
Everytime the feeling of lucidity returns, Hoyt would return. Speaking those words sent shivers down her spine. "Janie, Janie, Janie" he says.
Running his hand across the brunette's cheek. "Do you remember enjoying your time with Maddie in the barn".
"What!" Jane says in her drug induced state. As soon as he mentions her horrible flashbacks of what very little memory of that night returns. The blood on her hands and her friends mutilated corpse, lying dead next to her.
Moving closer to Jane's ear Hoyt says "Do you not remember? You were the one who made the incision" he says with a smile.
Jane was already having trouble remembering what had happened that night as it was. But as soon as he said she was the one who killed her friend. Those blank spots started to be filled with her holding the scalpel, watching her friend die. "No," Jane says with tears falling down her face. "No, I wouldn't" she says again. Not sure who she is trying to convince more, Hoyt or herself.
"You're my new apprentice, Janie," Hoyt says laughing.
Deep down she knows she isn't capable of cold blooded murder, but with her already fragile mental state and the mind bending drugs Jane doesn't know what to believe anymore. Am I his new apprentice? Did I kill Maddie? Is all that is racing through her mind. And she is starting to believe it.
The FBI CSI team has been collecting all possible evidence from the crash site, whilst Agent Thompson and Agent Gerald have been going through old cases of Agent Rizzoli-Isles to see if there was anyone from her past that could and would do something like this. However, she has put away a lot of bad people over the years, it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Just then the door to his office fly's open, hitting the wall with a thud. "When were you going to tell me? When were you going to tell me that my wife is missing, and there's been another 3 people killed?
"Please, Dr Isles-Rizzoli calm down" Agent Thompson says.
Is he being serious? She thinks to herself. All this does makes Maura even angrier. "Calm Down! Calm Down!" She says "I had to find out that my wife is missing and could potentially be dead from Jane's brother, Sargeant Rizzoli from Boston PD".
"Please, take a seat" Agent Thompson says, whilst closing his office door. Reluctantly he watches the blonde woman taking one of the seats in his office. Her posture clearly indicates she is still pissed at him. I'll have to tread lightly, he thinks to himself. Jane Rizzoli-Isles is a formidable woman, but he suspects that her wife is even more so. Letting out a sigh he continues. "There are some elements to this case that are disturbing and frankly alarming".
"What do you mean?" Maura asks. Her anger towards Agent Thompson started to dissipate.
Pulling out his mobile from his inner jacket pocket, he then plays the same message he played for Agent Gerald.
She can't believe what she is hearing. It's Hoyt. Maura knows he's dead, there is no possible way he is alive. "I did his autopsy….How is this even possible?".
"I don't know. Someone has clearly gone to a lot of trouble to make us believe that The Surgeon is still alive and kicking" He says to her.
"Ok, I understand that, but why didn't you call me?" She asks. "I have a right to know that my wife's life is in danger".
"I apologize Dr Isles-Rizzoli, but you and Agent Rizzoli-Isles have been compromised technically" he says.
"What?... What does that mean?" Maura asks, confused.
"Whilst you were in New York visiting your mother in law, we searched your house" He says.
It took Maura a moment to realise that she didn't tell him where she was or who she was visiting. Then it clicked. "You've been following me?" She says with anger in her voice.
"Yes, we put an agent on you, Dr Isles-Rizzoli, it's standard procedure with a case like this" Agent Thompson says. "Surely you understand?"
Pushing the anger down Maura nods her head "Please, continue" she says.
"Whilst we were searching your residence. We found audio and video devices hidden around your home" he says.
Feeling sick to her stomach Maura wants to vomit. "What!" she says. She can't believe someone has been watching them.
"They were quite sophisticated, the devices seemed to be more concentrated in the garage area.. Do you know why that would be?" He asks
Maura knows instantly why. "It's Jane's room, we each have our own space in the house. Mine is the study and hers is the garage. It's where she goes to blow off steam, or more recently to get drunk". She says with a hint of sadness etched in her voice.
Agent Thompson remembers back to the day he went to ask Jane some questions about Agent Cameron and she was clearly intoxicated. "That makes sense...We also found a white residue in one of the empty bourbon bottles" he says, watching the blonde woman clearly flex back into herself, looking somewhat embarrassed. "We had it tested and it came back to be lysergic acid diethylamide" he says.
"What?" Maura says. "Jane wouldn't take LSD" she argues. "She doesn't even take pain medication when she's been injured on the job".
Holding his hand up to silence the distraught woman. "I believe you...but someone has gone to a lot of trouble for Jane" Agent Thompson says. "I also suspect that the perp has or had some police procedural training. As they seem to know all our moves regarding procedures relating to a criminal investigation".
Fearing the worst for Jane, Maura sits there in silence. Not knowing if she'll ever see her wife's smiling face again.
Jane doesn't know how long she has been with Hoyt for. All she knows is it's getting harder and harder to block him out of her head. She tried at the beginning. Tried to be her usual cavalier self by telling him to go fuck himself. Even if it did come out as a mumble and slurred. But she didn't care. She was putting up a fight, she was resisting. But now, it's getting harder and harder to resist.
"Janie, how did it feel to kill Maddie, to feel her blood on your hands?" Hoyt says
Remembering what happened in the barn that night know longer frightens her, instead a different feeling is starting to grow. "Powerful" Jane says through slurred speech. She doesn't understand why she feels like this. But Hoyts words are starting to make sense to her.
Moving closer Hoyt is face to face with the brunette, cupping her face in his hands. "Good," He says, injecting her again with LSD. "Soon you'll face your ultimate test".
Initially whilst under the influence of the drugs, it was frightening, scary and confusing. Now, Jane feels nothing but euphoric. The feeling of it coursing through her body, feeling the incredible high from it. Not wanting to admit it but Jane welcomes it every time Hoyt enters her room.
"I know Angela.. The FBI are doing everything they can" She says down the phone to her mother in law. "I'm frightened too...He's had her for over a week" Maura says trying to hide the fear in her voice. "Even if we find her...mentally I don't know what state she will be in, let alone if she is even alive".
Hearing the older woman trying to reassure her, doesn't put her mind at ease. Feeling herself starting to get upset. "Angela, I have to go, please give Amelia a kiss for me" she says before hanging up and not waiting for Angela to respond.
The tears she was so desperately trying to fight are falling freely now. Throwing herself onto the couch and burying her face into the soft fabric and crying. Letting out all the pain and fear she is feeling. Deep down she already believes they are going to find her wife dead. And she doesn't know if she can deal with it.
Her mobile phone pings to say she's received a message. Ignoring it she doesn't move from her current fetal position on the couch. Then it pings again and again. Letting out a sigh she finally untucks herself and picks up her mobile. Not really paying attention as to who the messages are from, clicking on the first one makes her heart stop.
It's a picture of Jane, and she appears to be alive. The second looks like instructions. DO NOT INFORM the FBI. You do and she DIES. Come to the following address, ALONE. If the FBI are with you she DIES. You deviate from any of my instructions she DIES. The Surgeon.
Suddenly feeling nauseous and light headed, scared that she is going to faint, Maura holds onto the table for support. Closing her eyes and focusing on her breathing she starts to lower her heart rate. Satisfied that she is no longer at risk of fainting, she opens her eyes.
Thinking rational she knows it could be a trap and Jane could already be dead. But on the other hand, Hoyt always did like couples.
But either way she isn't going into a trap unarmed. Rushing upstairs she enters their wardrobe, kneeling down she accesses the floor safe that Jane and her keep. Looking inside she finds what she is looking for. Picking up Jane's backup firearm, cocking it to see if it's loaded and ejecting the cartridge. Satisfied that it is. She puts the gun into her jacket pocket and heads out of the house.
Knowing fools rush, and that she will probably get killed in the process. She needs to try and save her wife. Jane would do the same for her, and that's all the courage she needs.
Authors Note:
I hope everyone has had a Merry Christmas and is looking forward to the new year. Thank you for still sticking with me with this story. And I'm sorry it's taken so long between chapters. I hope you enjoy this chapter. There is more to come, I've decided to upload this part now as its taking me forever to proof read and go over it. And I don't want to keep you all waiting. :-)
Peace and Love
Paula
