A/N: Sorry for the delay, been super busy with work but as always, I don't own Rizzoli and Isles. Enjoy!
Normally when Korsak drove, he cranked up the volume in his classic car but today he sat in utter silence just thinking about the last few days. Hoyt forced himself back in not only his life but Jane's life as well. She had just pieced her life back together and he knew that her world was crumbling faster than before. She can never catch a fucking break, can she? He thought. There was traffic up ahead, the sound of sirens were faint but approaching. Korsak wasn't in a rush to go anywhere, he was only stopping by Maura's place to discuss the case. He threw his car in park and decided to scope out the scene.
When he walked towards the scene, something caught his eye. He could feel his heart beating against his chest and the sound of his heartbeat perforated his eardrums.. Hoyt. It couldn't be. Korsak tried to play it off and casually walk towards him. Why isn't he running from me? I looked at him dead in the eyes. Hoyt turned around to look at the scene for himself. Korsak grabbed his shoulder and turned him. "Can I help you sir?" It wasn't Hoyt.
"No, I'm sorry for being quite rude." His mind was playing tricks on him. He decided to walk to Maura's, seeing it was boxed in and couldn't get it out. Her house was just down the block.
He took a breath before he knocked on her door.
"Come in!" He heard from the opposite side of the door. He walked in the foyer and was awestruck. She'd remodeled her house again. The walls had been painted a light grey, the couches were still white but instead of green accent pillows they were a yellow, her coffee table was now white, the single cushioned chairs were now a grey floral print with yellow blankets that draped over the back of them.
That's Maura, out there but classy. Her living room was a classic representation of herself. "Hey Doctor Isles, it's me." He shouted.
"I'll be out there in a minute, there's beer in the fridge. Help yourself" she called out from the back of the house. Even her kitchen was different. The kitchen had the same grey colored paint on its walls, the counters were marble and had the same yellow colored accent pieces as the living room and the cabinets were a darker grey. It was beautiful, to say the least. Footsteps took him out of his thoughts. "You ever think about doing interior design on the side?"
"You know, I actually contemplated becoming an interior designer when I enrolled in college to agitate my mother."
"I've been wanting to completely remodel my house but just don't have the time and the creative mindset you do. Would you do it for me? I'd be happy to pay you."
"I'd love to do it for you Korsak and don't trouble yourself in paying me."
"Doctor Isles, I couldn't do that."
"Consider it a gift, Detective."
"Thanks Maura. How's Jane doing?"
"Distraught, confused, terrified, given the circumstances, I can't blame her. She keeps telling me that she's fine when I know she's feeding me bullshit." Korsak's eyes went wide, Maura never cussed, never.
"I'm shocked, Doctor Isles. You never cuss."
"No I typically don't but I'm just.." Maura was at a loss for words. She honestly couldn't explain how she really felt. There were so many emotions she was feeling in that moment that she couldn't narrow it down to a few emotions.
Everything seemed to move in slow motion, there was a headache inducing light that pierced her eyes. She could hear a faint buzzing noise in her ears. She felt groggy. She found herself bound to a chair, restrained by an old rope. As she moved, the rope rubbed her skin raw to the point of a crimson river trickled from her wrists to the floor, pooling near her feet. A chill ran up her spine, she's been here before. The familiar pool of blood that puddled between her legs felt all too real. Tears streaming down her face and faint laughter beyond the door. The creaking of the door forced her to pull herself together. Four men approached her. She felt a tingling sensation flow through her fingertips and suddenly she was looking down on the unfolding scene.
"Wow, you're beautiful. Damn Troy you picked a good one!" He patted him on the back and then they all started howling like wolves in the night.
Jane looked down herself as she heard a cry escape. She was paralyzed, it was bad enough she experienced this the first time but it was downright torture to watch it from a different angle. All she wanted to do was hit these bastards where it hurt them most.
They all started laughing and mocking her. "Aw, what's the matter, Janey." Okay this part was different she thought. It wasn't the leader of the four that spoke. There was a fifth man that she couldn't see in the shadows. "We're just having a little fun here."
No, it couldn't be.
The leader of the four walked up and ripped off the duct tape and kissed her aggressively. He forced her mouth open with his tongue. This was the perfect opportunity, she relaxed with the kiss. She let him explore her mouth for a moment.
Jane watched the scene unfold and she could still feel the roughness of his tongue forcefully treading in her mouth and now felt blood in her mouth followed by a scream.
"OW!" Jane silently praised herself for that.
"What happened Mike?"
"Bitch fucking bit me! She'll pay for that!" Jane saw the malicious grin that grew on his face but saw it die down as the fifth man spoke.
"Don't worry now, Janey will pay for that. Bad girls need to be punished." The fifth man appeared from the shadows and removed his hood. He grinned uncontrollably. The fifth man was Hoyt. Out-of-body Jane started screaming when Hoyt advanced to dream Jane. She felt herself being pulled into darkness.
The scene faded and Jane was left in a dark room with a light shining down on her. She couldn't see beyond the light but she could hear everything. She heard footsteps that sped towards her and then suddenly slow. She could hear him breathe in her ears. When she turned to face him, he was gone.
"BOO!" It came without warning. She crumbled to the floor and covered her ears with her hands. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" She shouted into the darkness.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Maura and Korsak looked at each other wide eyed and the scream caused Maura to abandon the cup that shattered on the floor when she heard the scream. They rushed into Maura's room to find Jane thrashing and intertwined between sheets.
"Jane, Jane. Wake up, it's just a dream." Jane wouldn't fought harder. Korsak went to the other side of the bed to hold her down only to receive a punch to the nose. "JANE!" Maura physically shook her.
Jane blinked rapidly, she turned to see blood drip down onto the sheets from Korsak's nose. "Oh my god Korsak, I'm so sorry."
"I'll be fine more importantly, are you okay?" He knew he shouldn't have bothered because she'll just say she's fine and pretend nothing's wrong.
"Ye- No, no I'm not okay." There wasn't a point in lying to them anymore. She let the tears flow. "No, I'm not okay. I can't believe I tell people I'm fine all the time when I really just want to scream anything and everything. My worst nightmares are coming back to haunt me and I feel powerless. I just got my life back together and it was ripped away from me again." There was a pregnant silence. Maura and Korsak sat there and waited for her to continue but there was just silence.
"J-Jane?" Maura asked her.
"Yeah Maur?"
"Can- Can I ask what you were dreaming about?"
"The… rape but it was different this time." Korsak just sat in silence, he knew that she was attacked but he didn't know that she was raped by them.
"How do you mean?"
"It started the same, being grabbed by two men and waking up, tied to a chair, sitting in my own blood. There were four men the night of the attack but…"
"But what Jane?" Korsak choked out, trying to hold back some of his own tears.
"There's was five in this nightmare and I watched it happen."
"Wha-What do you mean you watched it happen?"
"It started out as me being attacked and then I was watching it from above, like an out of body type of thing."
"Well it's not uncommon to experience an out of body episode with something so traumatic. Did you happen to see who the fifth man was?"
"Yeah." Her voice trembled when she replied.
"Who was it?"
"Him." Maura didn't understand. Korsak on the other hand knew exactly who it was.
"Who?" She looked over at Korsak and he told her.
"Hoyt."
"Oh my god." Maura's eyes went wide again, "He couldn't have been there twenty years ago could he have?"
"He could have? That could explain his obsessive behavior towards Jane." Jane felt bile rising and she rushed towards the bathroom. She locked the door behind her, leaving Korsak and Maura to talk alone again.
"I really hope I'm wrong with my prediction. If he was there that night…" She trailed off.
"I really hope he wasn't, that will just torture her more." Korsak replied. The bathroom door opened and stood a wide eyed Jane in the doorway.
"I need to tell you both something that nobody but Ma knows." Jane didn't know how to tell them, so instead she lifted her shirt. There was a vertical incision on her lower abdomen.
"Is that what I think it is?" Korsak pondered.
"If you mean a C-Section scar, yes, yes it is."
"When were you pregnant?" Maura asked.
"Seventeen." Maura gasped. "If Hoyt watched from the shadows like I saw in my dream, then he knew about the baby. Hell he could've been the father of my child."
"Jane, where's the baby?"
"King's Chapel Cemetery." She sobbed. "There was a complication and he didn't make it." Maura was sobbing at this point. "You have no idea how many times I woke up screaming and telling God he should've taken me instead."
"Jackson Vincent Rizzoli." Jane and Maura looked up at Korsak who was also crying. "Your mom told me after the funeral."
"That's how you knew about the scars. You were on the force when she was attacked."
"And I still haven't caught the bastards that hurt her." He mentally kicked himself. Twenty years and he still couldn't find the pricks who hurt Jane. The night of her attack he vowed to protect her at all costs.
There was a knock at the door, Korsak unholstered his weapon and Maura clung to Jane like a lifeline. Jane pulled Maura into the closet out of instinct and pressed her ear against the door. "Can you hear anything?"
"Not really. I can't hear anything over these designer suits." Jane chuckled, it was a good sound. Something that didn't happen often but when it did it was like nothing else mattered in the world.
"Jane, Maura? Where are you guys?" Jane opened the closet door. "Jane, there's a package for you."
"I didn't order anything. It might be another ungodly gift from Grandma Rizzoli." Jane rolled her eyes. "Who brought it here?"
"UPS, don't worry the driver is an old friend. It doesn't have a bomb inside." Without thinking Jane opened the box and jumped away from it.
"Jane what is it."
"Look." Maura looked in the box and found a dvd and note. She read the note aloud.
"Here we are again, Jane."
"Hoyt sent it. Burn the disk." Jane practically screamed at her.
"Do you know what's on it?"
"No and quite honestly I don't want to find out either." She spoke in a low, raspy voice.
"How about I watch the tape and I'll tell you what's on it?" Jane hesitated but silently agreed. Maura walked into her living room and put the dvd in the dvd player. Jane stayed in the kitchen with Korsak.
"Hey Maura where's your broom?" He shouted in her general direction. "You want some coffee?" Korsak asked as he poured himself another cup.
"Please." Jane said desperately.
"It's in the closet by the entryway." Maura answered.
"Korsak why do you need the broom?" Jane cocked an eyebrow.
"When you screamed Maura dropped her coffee cup." Jane looked down at her hands and began rubbing her scars again.
"Oh my god." Maura gasped.
"What's wrong Maura?" She didn't respond. "Maura?"
"The funeral." She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
"What about it?" Korsak inquired.
"That's what's on the video. He knows about the baby."
Okay, I might be an asshole. :)