A/N: I do apologize for the late update, I've been very ill and working horrid hours. I do appreciate your patience with me. I took a different direction with this chapter and I'm not really sure how I feel about it to be completely honest with you guys. Lastly, I do not own Rizzoli & Isles, enjoy!

The Boston PD was called and dispatched the the Medical Examiner's home. Angela was a wreck, her daughter had just been kidnapped again by this sick bastard. She was tired of it, but Angela was a woman of faith. Angela grew up in a very strict, Boston Catholic home and she brought those values with her as she began a family of her own. Faith had been her greatest gift. She always had faith that her daughter would come back in one piece. Sometimes she did, sometimes she came back with minor cuts and abrasions and other times she came back with bullet wounds.

This time would be different though. The woman of faith was slowly beginning to give up. She had put her faith in God that he would always protect her children. She always told everyone to keep the faith. Angela slowly started losing it when she was taken hostage by Hoyt almost nine years ago. Then Jane had shot herself, and miscarried years later. How was that fair to a woman who did nothing but good in the world, deserved all of this. Needless to say her faith was shaken. She couldn't understand how someone she devoted pretty much her entire life could do this to her? She has been one of his most loyal servants, she just couldn't understand it.

When Jane comes back, she won't be that same tough, badass cop that she is. She will come back broken, and damaged worse than before and Angela knows this. Hoyt was one sick son of a bitch that has been haunting Jane since a teenager and she didn't even realize it. It will be harder to trust anyone. Then again, Jane never truly trusted anyone. She'd been hurt too many times in the past to trust anyone.

He hadn't left any DNA evidence of himself. The blood had only one donor and that was Jane's but he did leave footprints on the wood flooring in the bedroom, the Boston PD had been grateful for that. There were multiple tread patterns on the floor, one appeared to be a size 11 boot print and the other a size 10 running shoes. That's how they had escaped, there were two of them. There had been wear patterns on the gutter above the window. They had propelled into the window, their footprints evident on the siding and faded on the roof.

Hoyt typically worked alone, that's what the Homicide detectives couldn't piece together. Why would a sophisticated criminal mastermind like Hoyt need a right hand man? Why now? Maybe he was ill and couldn't muster the strength to execute any of his plans by himself and maybe he needed someone to carry on his work for when he finally did pass. He was indeed methodical, that's what a lot of people admired about him. Though a career criminal, people did admire how meticulous he was. There were over thirty murders during Hoyt's first round, only half of them they could pin on him because the pattern was the same. The others looked like a copycat, or the work of an apprentice. Like all masterminds, they all had to begin somewhere and that's what the Boston PD noticed, sure all thirty crimes appeared the same but Hoyt's were clean and the others sloppy.

In the bullpen there were side-by-side pictures that hung on the glass writing board of Hoyt, there was something off about it. It looked like him but it didn't. The picture on the left was a mugshot. He looked deathly pale and his face was sunken back and there was a scar on his forehead that was very prominent. The picture on the right was the most recent photo they had of him and his face was fuller was considerably tanner and there was no scar to be found. There was some evidence of scarring on his hairline in the second photo. Had Hoyt hired someone to look like him.

Maura Isles elected a temporary fill in medical examiner under the Governor's advisement, the man had a limp, similar to that of Gregory House though didn't have the cane with flames and he also had a lisp. The lisp was evident when he spoke. Though most weren't very fond of this particular medical examiner, he was incredibly intelligent. He had determined that the man on the right had surgically altered his face to make it seem he was the real Hoyt but the man's name was Dimitriev Kuznetsov, born 27th November 1951 in Khassan Beach, Primorsky Russia.

Dimitriev and Hoyt had sent each other letters when Hoyt was incarcerated the first time. Dimitriev had taken a keen interest in Hoyt after he attacked Jane almost ten years prior. He was fascinated with his work, so much so that he'd begun his own killing spree. He took photographs and sent them to Hoyt. Hoyt wouldn't respond in retaliation for someone taking credit for his own work then two months after the first letter he'd made Dimitriev a proposition. Hoyt left specific instructions for him to undergo intensive surgeries in order to fit his new apprentice roll. Hoyt had also sent the photographs back with notes in an effort for his new apprentice to master the pattern and make him virtually not guilty. This was proof that Hoyt was telling the truth up until the Sawyer murder.

They had worked together, they thought they had gotten away with it. Footprints had been their down fall. There were two sets of bloody footprints at the Sawyer resident's as well as Maura's. The prints had the same tread patterns at both scenes. It made them rethink all of the other cases with the similar MO. Soon the entire homicide department was looking over every single case that smelled of Hoyt.

Three more cases had been found with the same tread patterns. Sadly, tread patterns weren't enough to lock those sons of bitches away for life. There had to be another way. The duo were virtually untraceable with the exception of tread patterns, which those particular brand of boots could be purchased at almost every store in the state of Massachusetts.

Dimitriev got sloppy at the Sawyer's residence. He had left a fingerprint on the door knob leading into the room that Lauren was held in. That was his mistake, his downfall. They ran his prints and found priors for trespassing and armed robbery. Why would Hoyt go with someone who already has priors? Maybe Hoyt was getting sloppy.

There was also a few random spots of blood leading to the bedroom that weren't Dimitriev or the Sawyer's. Hoyt himself was sloppy this time as well. He probably cut himself or had a bloody nose. Maura came back into the department since her house was still flooded with CSU and she took it upon herself to examine the sample personally. The reason he needed an apprentice was because Hoyt was dying, Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma. If only the cancer would have claimed him before this shit storm started. Jane would be here and we wouldn't have to be looking for her again because of this prick.

Why the Sawyer's? What did they have in common with Hoyt or Dimitriev. The Homicide Unit spent hours cross referencing backgrounds, bank statements. Other than attending medical school together, there was absolutely nothing in common with this family and his other victims or even them. Why would Hoyt kill the only friend he ever had? They'd hit yet another dead end. They have no new leads on where to even begin looking, they lost them just outside of town where the camera's stopped working. They don't have properties outside of the metro area. The Boston PD had patrol units on every street corner, most of them working 16-18 hour shifts at a time. They needed to find them quickly before the entire police department collapses from exhaustion.

I think I'll be adding more to this chapter as I further my story along, I'm not quite sure yet.