Jane woke up suddenly. Something, she didn't know what, but something had woken her up. She listened hard to detect if it was Frankie or Maura or Bass. She didn't hear anything but she knew something wasn't right. She looked over at the bedside clock which read 3:34 in bright green light. 'Great, 3:30 in the morning and I'm all of a sudden wide awake' she thought begrudgingly. Slowly she picked up her gun from the table and slipped out of bed. As her feet hit the cold floor, she was reminded of the last time Hoyt escaped and she had woken up in the middle of the night to investigate weird noises. She made her way into the living room. Looking around, she saw Frankie and Maura asleep on the couch in each others arms. She smiled and entered the kitchen to get a glass of water. As she made her way back through the living room, she paused to cover her brother and best friend with a blanket before slipping back in bed. She had just laid her head down when shots rang out on the street below. It wasn't just one shot. It sounded like ten guns going off at once. At once, she bolted out of bed, grabbed her gun and ran out to the living room. Frankie and Maura had awoken and Frankie was getting his gun. "What the hell was that?" Jane exclaimed. "I don't know but that's what we're going to find out." Frankie rushed as he slipped a coat on. Maura rushed to get her shoes. "No, Maura. You have to stay up here." Frankie said. "I want to help." Maura replied. "No, sweetheart. You need to stay here where you're safe. You aren't armed. Go into my room, lock the door and stay put until one of us come get you."
Jane and Frankie ran downstairs and rushed out the double doors into the cold night. In front of the apartment lay the two security guards. They were dead. Slowly, they moved further til they were standing on the sidewalk. The street was a chaotic mess of dead people and people screaming and car alarms going off. Off in the distance, they could hear sirens of law enforcement vehicles rapidly approaching. Frankie jumped as his cell phone went off. "Frankie! Are you there?" Korsak's voice boomed. "Yeah, we're here. What the hell just happened? We heard like a dozen shots go off all at the same time. Jane and I went down and every single cop and agent assigned to security is dead! Car alarms are going off and there are tons of people running around." "Shit!" Korsak cursed. "And Dr. Isles?" "She's up in my room with the door locked. I didn't want her to come down here because she isn't armed. The police just arrived." Frankie said. "OK, Frost and I are on our way!" Korsak hung up. "What the hell happened?" one of the cops that just arrived ran up to Jane and Frankie.
After telling, the cop what happened, they looked around to observe the scene. EMT's were working on getting the few that were injured into the ambulance's and the dead bodies were being examined by ME's. Crime investigators were trying to get people off the streets to secure the area. "How did he kill all these people at once..." Jane whispered. Frankie put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head. "I don't know but we're going to catch him. He's not going to kill all these cops and agents and get away with it." "Jane!" Jane lifted her head to see Agent Dean running towards them. "Are you OK? Are you hurt?" he said as he searched her eyes frantically. "I'm fine. I'm not hurt." she reassured him. "I'm going to go get Maura." Frankie said. He turned and headed back up to his apartment. As he neared his apartment, he noticed the front door was open. Cautiously, he drew his gun and silently headed inside. Seeing nothing in the front living room, he headed to the kitchen where it also stood empty and undisturbed. He slowly made his way to the bedrooms, his heart beating wildly out of his chest. The guest room was empty which only left his room where Maura was. He stood outside the door and knocked softly, "Maura, sweetie. It's me Frankie. You can open the door." He waited for an answer but only receiving silence, he tried again a little harder. "Maura, open up! Can you hear me? It's me Frankie. It's safe now." Still getting no response, Frankie began to panic. He tried the door only to find it locked. He stepped back and kicked the door open. He rushed inside to find his room in a disheveled mess and the window open and no Maura. "Maura!" he yelled running to the window and looking out into the dark of the night. 'No, no, no!' he thought wildly. Looking around, he spotted a piece of paper on the floor. Picking it up, he sat down on the bed and read it:
"I warned you I would be back. No one believed me. Jane even told me I was going to rot in prison. How very wrong she was. I have your lovely Dr. Isles. From what I've seen, you seem to be madly in love with her, Frankie. But I had to do this. You see, you were the one to shoot Emily Stern. She was my link to Jane. Since you took someone that was important to me, its only fair I take someone important to you. But don't worry, I'll be gentle. -Hoyt"