Chapter Two: Bait
Detective Jane Rizzoli's head rolls to her left and her temple meets with the corner of a hard wooden object. She inhales and releases her breath slowly. The scent of her surroundings familiar, she blinks, willing to focus in the darkness.
What the-?
She rolls her head back against her shoulders, feels the pain shoot through her body, the cramping in her hands. She twists them slightly feeling a familiar pressure, the pulling of her skin.
Duct tape.
Shit.
She inhales again, her eyes fluttering. She twists her ankles finding them bound together by duct tape. Her body is also tied at the knees and chest with rope.
She makes out figures in front of her; dark shadows in the already dark room. She can scarcely make out the faint outline of limbs moving in front of her.
She inhales quickly this time, and blinks as the image clears for her. She is in her bedroom; the familiar furniture, dim light streams in from the streetlights. There is something in front of her; another familiar scent, this time, the scent of strawberries.
Shit.
"Oh good, Jane." The familiar raspy voice sends shockwaves up her spine. "The good Doctor and I were thinking we'd have to get started without you."
Jane opens her mouth and moans; her voice weak, throat parched. She twists her hands and feet, fury rising within her, as her bonds refuse to loosen.
"A T-shirt and boxer shorts? Jane? Really?"
There is movement on the bed in front of her and she has to focus quickly as Hoyt edges nearer to her. Scalpel in hand, he waves it in the faint light.
"You know how I prefer nightgowns."
"Fuck You."
"That's not very nice, Jane." He says lightly scraping the blade across her cheek. "After all I've gone through to bring us together one last time. You'd think you'd be a bit more grateful."
Jane furrows her brow. "Let her go, Hoyt. It's me you want."
"I know." He laughs shrilly. "Can't you see the genius of this, Jane?"
Hoyt turns slowly, movement behind him drawing his attention away from Jane. There is a loud thump as Maura Isles falls to the floor.
He chuckles to himself turning away from Jane, nearing the bed. He looks down to the floor where Maura moans. "Oh Doctor. You're embarrassing yourself."
He reaches down picking her up aggressively and tosses her to the bed, head near the foot of the bed. He hurdles forward, a hand to her chin pushing her head back revealing her long neck. He draws his blade, presses it into her throat, causing her to inhale quickly. "Now be a good girl and lie still." He inhales, closing his eyes.
"I smell fear, Jane." He opens his eyes looking down at Maura and watches a tear trace her cheekbone. "It smells delicious."
"Let her go, Hoyt."
His lips greet Maura's cheekbone and he licks slowly up her cheekbone to her earlobe. Lifting himself from her, he pushes her chin up trailing a finger down her long neck. He turns to Jane, eyes smiling through dark slits.
"Why, Jane?"
"Because you don't want her."
He lunges forward down to the end of the bed, stops inches from Jane's face breathing heavily. A low, rumbling sound emits from his throat. He laughs again and watches from the corner of his eye as Maura moves in the moonlight.
She rolls, continuing her sloppy attempt at escape. She attempts to kick out fighting against the numbness that is ceasing her legs together. Her legs feel weak; her body a lead weight. Hoyt does nothing, allows Maura to slowly move to edge of the bed. His reaction resembles a cat playing with a trapped mouse.
He turns back to Jane, takes the scalpel, quickly slicing into Jane's cheek causing her to draw in a quick breath.
"Jane, you can't see? She is part of this." He stands up looking down at his scalpel. "Only you are right. I can't kill her, Jane. So don't worry. She'll only suffer a little. I need to leave a worthy adversary."
Jane glares at him and bares her teeth. Off his low chuckle, she spits at him.
"Fuck you! She's nothing like you, you monster."
Hoyt plays skilfully with the scalpel blade in his fingertips, pressing it lightly into his skin. "She's everything like me, Jane." He returns to Maura and aggressively returns her to the center of the bed.
"But I'll admit," he adds, climbing onto the mattress straddling the Doctor. "She's softer in some areas where I am not."
He reaches down with the scalpel and in one fluid motion slices through her silk blouse.
"Hoyt! You bastard!" Jane screams pulling harder at her bonds, moving her chair forward unsteadily. "Let her go!"
Maura reaches up drunkenly and claws him in his chest; her fingers lazily pressing into his shirt. Her eyes roll, lids opening and closing slowly as she hopelessly fights off her attacker.
Hoyt seizes her wrists pushing them back down to the bed. He leans forward slowly, feeling Maura's legs writhe beneath him. He closes his eyes carefully inches from her face and inhales deeply. He nuzzles into her soft curls. He hums, his lips close to her earlobe, and slowly looks up to Jane, into her eyes wide with fury.
"She smells so good, Jane."
"I'm going to kill you, you sick fuck." She watches as Hoyt smiles at her and moves down Maura's placing his palms flat against her skin. "Do you hear me?" She beckons. "I'm going to gut you!"
"Oh Doctor," he says ignoring Jane's hopeless attempts to free herself; the sound of her chair rocking back and forth. "You've been holding out on us." His hands move up and down her body, slowly. He looks up to find Jane, frustration now streaming down her face. "I should have known there would be lace."
He holds Jane's attention as he cups Maura's breasts, pressing the black lace between his fingers.
"I'll kill you." Jane repeats; watches as Maura squirms, legs kicking out, her chest rising and falling.
Another deep sound emits from Hoyt's throat and he blinks slowly. "You've said that already, Jane."
Jane pulls again at her bonds, her body pushed forward against the rope. "Come on Hoyt, you know it's me you want. Enough with the games."
Hoyt looks to her eyes wide, cold. "I've had enough of this tone, Jane. Your incessant pleading is really starting to piss me off!"
"Good!" Jane shouts, "Then what are you waiting for? What are you going to do to me, Hoyt?"
"Don't you see," Hoyt breathes. "I'm already doing it, Janie." He reaches down with his scalpel slicing through the front of Maura's bra.
Maura kicks softly again, this time making contact with her attacker. Hoyt smiles and lets his hands trail her body again, and reaches down to grab her thigh, pulling her legs apart. He lies himself in line with her body, the leather of his coat making contact with her skin.
"The squirming only makes it more fun, Doctor," he hisses, warm breath hitting her chest. He takes her in his mouth and looks up to Jane licking his lips.
"You know," Jane chokes. "There's a special place in hell for you."
He licks Maura's skin, taking his time to lift himself over her.
"I can only hope, Jane." He pushes on Maura's knees forcing her legs to the bed. "It's always been you, Jane, every time." He smiles closing his eyes, "I've sliced your neck so many times in my dreams. Felt your blood run down my hands."
He opens his eyes, reaches down to grab the backs of Maura's thighs as she squirms under him. "I've imagined the Doctor here too." He shifts his weight. "But I'll tell you this, Jane; you'd feel so much better."
Fury running strong within her, she lashes forward again. "Then come and get me, you bastard!"
She can see it for only a second; hesitation, stretched across his brow, it fades quickly to disappear behind his cold eyes.
"Come on!" she challenges, fists clenched.
He shakes his head and trails his hands up Maura's legs lifting her skirt. "In good time, Janie." Fingers moving beneath her skirt, he watches as Maura's back arches and twists; she continues her feeble attempts to free herself. "I'm not finished with the good Doctor here."
A faint sound echoes through Jane's apartment, barely audible above Maura's heavy moans, and Jane's struggle. But it is enough to pull Hoyt's attention away from Maura's body. He pulls his hands away from between her thighs, and reaches for his scalpel, resting it flat against Maura's chest which heaves heavily.
"It looks like we have a guest, Janie." He draws Maura closer to his body by her knees, wrapping her legs around his waist. He takes her wrists together in one of his hands.
Jane looks to the door frantically, tears streaming down her face. Quickly she looks back to Hoyt who looks up at her calmly, grinning.
Shit.
Fuck.
Hoyt laughs loudly, holding the scalpel over Maura's body.
"Time to say goodbye Jane."