A/N: Sorry I've Beem MIA With This Sotry. I've Just Been Really Busy Trying To Join The Coast Guard, Work, Writing My Own Webseries...And The Fact That I Still Have No Idea Where I'm Going With This Story...In Fact, It's Starting To Really Creep Me Out(What Does That tell You About Me Since I Wrote It lol), But I'm Feel Like A Reader With This Story Since I Have No Idea How This Is Gonna End, Let Alone What's Gonna Happend The Next Chapter. Therefore, I Have No Idea How Many Chapters I Have Left. But I Hope You'll Enjoy This One...

P.S. The Italics Are Maura's Flashbacks...

A/N: Don't Own 'Em. Even If I Did, They Wouldn't Find Themselves In This Situation :( ...

Chapter 6

Jane can feel the love in this kiss. There's no way her Maura wasn't still in there. The way she clings to her. The way she whispers 'I love you', like she always reassuring her. This was her Maura.

"I love you Maura. Please come back to me."

Just the thought of losing her Maura forever, make her give into her even further. She just wanted to rock her woman the sleep, love her forever. Get her help, do whatever it took. As long as she got her Maura back.

9 Months Earlier...

"I sometimes wonder why you keep comin' back here." Hoyt stares at Maura, trying to read the pleased look in her eyes. "I wonder at this point if these little visits are about Jane anymore. You want to know about me, to understand who you are. Don't you, Dr. Isles."

Maura eyes darken a little, but not enough to take away the pleased look in her eyes. "I have Jane." Her voice strong, confident. "So this little game that you're trying to play with me," She pulls down the collar of her green cashmere turtleneck sweater, revealing two, dark red hickeys on her neck. It was they afternoon after her night with her and Jane for the first time, and Maura couldn't wait to show it off.

Hoyt does exactly what she expects, what she wants. He growls and pulls on his chains for a moment until guards come in to hold him down. Maura just sits there not bothered and smirks as she continues.

"I'm branded. I'm hers. And now you've lost." She ends with a victory dimpled smile.

For a few further moments, Hoyt continues to growl and scowl at the the woman. But a thought sets in, Maura can see the wheels turning in his head. He chuckles darkly, sending a unnoticed shiver down her spine. Something wasn't right.

"She may have branded you, Dr. Isles, but those will only fade, as will her love."

Maura's smile falls down to a grin. It suddenly isn't full of confidence and pleasure as it was just a minute ago.

Hoyt continues, feeling the victory twitch in his own scarred features. "You see, Dr. Isles, you and I may have matching scars. Emotionally that is. But Janie and I," he raises his cuffed hands. "Our physical scars are for all to see."

Maura's face falls completely, unable to hide to 'evidence' of his case between him and Jane. His hands. Jane's hands. Her eyes darken, fuming...

Her kisses go a little rough, hurting Jane's lips. But in Jane's drugged state, not to mention the being cuffed thing, there wasn't much she could do. Maura's kisses become more agressive. Almost like she's being, possesive. Even through her fear and arousal, the sudden change in Maura was definately a sign for her to stop.

"Maura..." Jane's voice was dry, dehydrated, and worried. She was trying to get her attention. She needed Maura to get her uncuffed. She needed to get Maura out of here. "Maur I need you to uncuff me."

A slight growl comes Maura lips as she moves her lips to Jane's neck, kissing down. Her hand that held as the side of her girlfriend's face slides down her neck her shoulders, up her arms and her hands. Jane tenses at the touch of Maura's hands on her scars. "Mine."

He grins. He enjoys the dark vibe she gives off. He knows the calm doctor, Queen of the Dead, only give this reaction to him. Only when it's about their Janie. "She even made sure we matched, how sweet. So you see Dr. Isles, I've already been branded by our Janie. Been waiting for you to catch up because I'm way ahead of you in the war. But see you're not there yet. Yeah, she dreams of you. Yeah, she's branded you, no matter how weak it is. But does she need you?"

Maura, still pissed off, uncontiously leans fowards, listening to his words. Like a stubborn student. His student.

"You see, nobody knows Janie better than I do." He smiles before continuing. "She doesn't need much. Food, sleep, a family to protect, a nice cold beer. And most of all, someone to go toe to toe with. Our Janie's not complete is she doesn't have someone to fight. And she's not gonna fight you, Doc. She may let you soothe her, but she sure isn't gonna let you lick her wounds. It's against her nature."

Maura's mind uncontrollably thinks his words over.

"Think about this Doc. Since she's been shot, has she even let you touch her scar?"

No.

"What about her hands? Those hands that I gave her."

No.

"And yet, you let her hold you and take care of you when you're in pain. Hold you in her arms. No matter how much you're protective her, your link to the outside world, your link to the fucntioning of the normal human being, instead of being inside your own head. Instead trying not to be people like us. She's not gonna let you be that 'thing' she needs. Make her whole."

'I need to get out of here.' Jane tense body grows more and mroe as Maura holds their hands together.

Maura circles her fingers around the scars and Jane screams, trying to use her body to push her away. She tugs on her cuffs, hoping for a miracle. There's no such thing.

"Maura, stop it! You have to stop it now!" A single tear slides down her face. "Maura you're nothing like him. Listen to my voice I need you to stop.

Maura slides her hands down, her nails dragging down in Jane's skin leaving long painful red marks. Any other time, that would have been sexy as hell to Jane, but right now, it made her sick to her stomach. It made her skin crawl. She never thought those thought would have come about when it came to Maura, but ofcourse, Hoyt always wins.

'Hoyt. I'm gonna fuckin' kill him!'

Her hands roam roughly over her bra, sicne that was the only thing covering her torso since the stitches. Her right hand travels down Jane firms torso, trailing over her shooting scar. She finally reaches Jane's panty line.

'Oh no.' "Maura, baby you have to stop. We're not doin' this, do you hear me? You need to let me go so I can help you."

Maura's silence is all that Hoyt needs. "So you see, Janie needs me. She need doesn't you. She's not goiong to willingly let you take care of her. You have to take it. You can't do it, can you? Take it? And that, my friend, is the reason why you can't beat me."

Another growl escapes Maura's throat. Her hand goes underneath Jane's panties, feeling the slight warm, arousal on her fingers. "I'm not the one that needs help. I'm not to one who takes on their own demons alone and fails everytime." Maura's chilling gaze stare back up at her. The left hand on her breast stop as a metallic shown emerging from Maura's sleeve. "You're mine. Not his. You don't need him, Janie. You need someone to take care of you." Her hand continues to rubs on Jane. She becomes sick at her own arousal. "Let me take care of you."

Maura stares at him, but she doesn't look defeated, just yet. She still clinging to hope that she has Jane. But her mind can't help but to fill with sadness and anger. She just wasn't sure what was directed at who anymore...

A/N: Shame On Me, I Know...