A/N: Sorry that it's been a while! I knew what I wanted from this chapter, but really struggled to write it in any more depth than there is here. I don't actually think it needs anything added and it does what its supposed to, but I still want to apologise for the shortness!

"Figured I'd find you here," watching with caution as the woman's foot hurtled towards the bag Korsak stepped to the side as he stopped in the gym, catching the battered sack just short of it winding his protruding belly "We need to talk about this, Jane."

"What's to talk about?" using the back of her glove to wipe the sweat that glistened on her brow Jane's nonchalant tone left much to be desired "Maura's gunna be fine."

"Did you ever think that might be because she's a robot?"

"Android" Jane countered, before letting her right hand smack into the centre of the bag, both the word and action almost knocking the grey haired man for six, though he chose to let them slide.

"What if you shot one of your brother's, huh? Frost, even me?"

"Then we'd have a decent doctor to look after you," another punch, this time leading into a rhythm of two more "Anyway, it wouldn't happen. You're not dumb enough to bust into my room in the dead of night."

"From what I gather Maura didn't just bust in," steadying the bag, the old man dared to poke his head around the side, his face soft with concern "She was worried about you, just like I'm worried about you. When did they start up again?"

Jane's silence spoke volumes.

"I can't help if you don't talk to me, kid. Was it my fault? Bringing Maura here?"

"Don't be stupid, Korsak."

"That means you've been havin'em before this trip..." Stepping out to his protégés side, Korsak waiting until Jane lifted her eyes from the floor before trying to reassure her "We put that son of a bitch behind bars, Jane. He's not comin' back."

"Yeah? Try tellin' my brain that."

"Tryin' to tell your brain anything would be like drawin' blood from a stone."

"Gee, thanks!"

"Just speakin' the truth!" the chuckle vibrated from Jane's father figure, breaking the tension for a mere moment before Korsak took in a deep breath and spoke of what was truly on his mind "Hey, about hiring Maura? She might not be the cause of your terrors but I should have given you a heads up."

Jane's gaze was back to the mats beneath her feet, her voice quiet and almost solemn in nature "it's okay."

"No, it's not. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too, Korsak. I'm sorry I let that bastard break me."

As Jane's voice broke the old man felt his heart do the same. Was this really what she thought of herself? Instinctively and without hesitation his hands tore away the velcro of the brunette's boxing gloves, stripping them any until he was able to clutch gently at the scarred skin beneath. "You listen to me. He didn't break you. No one can break Jane Rizzoli unless you let'em. It's a choice."

Looking into eyes full of such sincerity it took all of Jane's resilience not to burst into tears, her emotions instead compiling into a soft and thankful smile. He'd seen the best of her and the worst of her and yet Vince Korsak would never stop supporting her, something Jane had no words for. Thankfully he also knew her well enough to move on, giving both her hands an encouraging squeeze before stepping back behind the bag.

"We've got another day's flight until we reach the source, I'm gunna make some calls, put your mind at rest."

"Oh, no Korsak. You don't have to-"

"Yeah, I do. Now go back to givin' that bag some hell and be sure to picture that scumbag's face."

As if Jane was able to picture anything else...

Flexing each fresh finger in turn the putrid scent of singed flesh did nothing to quell his sadistic smirk, the scars and pocks down the side of his face making it appear more like the snarl of a rabid animal. This was the first rung on the ladder of revenge and it felt enticingly good.

"The procedure was a success, Sir. You may want to give yourself time to heal properly though, before you try anything more strenuous."

"Oh, I'll give it time. Just enough time..." tapping each Coltan digit on the surgical table the disfigured man watched his new hands with great interest and a sinister kind of pride until the darkness of his eyes came to rest on his accomplice and the stumps of his arms that now ended just above each wrist "Don't think your sacrifice will go without reward, Mason."

"I expect nothing in return, Sir. Knowing that you'll be able to hunt her again satisfies my protocols."

"Ah yes. Well until she's within my grasp again mine won't be satisfied," clenching both of his new affixations around air roughly the width of a neck he had dreamt about during the nights inside his cell the snarl was renewed "Have Lola fetch me a scalpel. I want my technique to be perfect for when we meet again."

"Say that again?"

Knuckles turning white through tension Jane feared that if she let go of her chair she may fall through it, Korsak's news flooding her senses, wiping everything until her vision blurred and her hearing began to crackle.

Charles Hoyt escaped custody.

"I got in touch with Agent Dean; turns out he was gunna come and find you when we got back to the Citadel. Someone helped Hoyt get out of prison two nights ago."

Charles Hoyt escaped custody.

"You're safe though, Janie. I'm not gunna let that monster touch you, do you understand me?"

Jane could feel her Captain's hand on her shoulder, although she refused to open her eyes. If she had the strength and felt secure enough to loosen her grasp she would have buried her head in her hands – anything to make this all go away.

"I made sure he couldn't touch me, Korsak. That won't stop the others helping him."

Charles Hoyt escaped custody.

Charles Hoyt is coming to kill me.