He hides in a dark corner outside Mass. General. Rosie finishes her shift at 9:00pm. She will walk to her car; the red ford hatch she drives home to her lonely apartment every night. She won't make it tonight. She'll be his guest as he takes the terrified woman to his holding cell. His adrenalin is already pumping and he still has some time to wait. He watches; he waits.
A short while later all his senses go to full alert when he sees a familiar woman leaving the hospital. He can't believe his luck. He looks again, yes; yes it is the bitch detective's mother. He quickly removes the black beanie that he would later pull down as a mask. He removes his black gloves. He runs his hands through his hair to tidy it up. He wishes he had another shirt to put on, he wouldn't ordinarily walk around in all black. Oh well he doesn't. He shrugs and makes his move.
As he walks up to Angela he starts to speak so as not to frighten her. "Ah excuse me, your Jane's mother aren't you. Are you Mrs. Rizzoli?"
Angela is a little hesitant to respond "yes, why?"
"Oh I'm sorry; I'm a friend of Jane's. I was wondering how she's doing? Is she going to be OK; do you think I'd be able to visit her" he asks.
Angela softens a little "I don't believe we've met?"
"I don't think we have but I've seen a photo of you in Jane's apartment, I'm Jack."
Angela warms to the man; he's tall and handsome. "Hello Jack, I'm Angela. Jane's doing a lot better. The Dr's seem happy. Actually she's not allowed visitors yet and knowing Janey she won't want anyone seeing her in a hospital bed." They both laugh.
"Any idea when she'll be getting out Mrs. Rizzoli?"
"No but knowing my baby, she won't stay there a second longer than she has to." Again they both laugh.
"Well it was lovely to meet you, give Jane my love when you see her, tell her I'm thinking of her" he gives Angela his warmest smile and moves along.
Back in his place of hiding, he quietly claps his hands together with glee. His ultimate target, the bitch detective is going to be fine. She'll be out of hospital in no time and be back working his masterpiece with dear doctor death. He can't wait for Rosie's shift to finish. He feels exulted knowing his work of art will reach its crescendo. He can barely contain his excitement.
Maura is still sitting on Jane's bed holding her hand when a nurse walks in. "Sorry to interrupt girls, Dr. Yeo thought our patient might like something for her headache." Maura stands and steps away, smiling at the nurse. The nurse takes Jane's arm to give her an injection. Maura watches Jane squirm at the thought of the needle. She thinks back to when she put the sutures in Jane's chin the other day. She'd squirmed like a baby as well. Maura can't help but smile, Jane is a complex creature. She is the bravest and toughest woman she's ever met; she does a frighteningly dangerous job and yet the thought of an injection has her carrying on like an infant.
"There you go, now that wasn't so bad, was it?" The nurse smiles at Jane. Jane gives the nurse her best glare. "Oh I can see you are on the mend Detective" the nurse laughs. "Honestly honey, you'll thank me when that headache starts to ease."
"Oh excuse me" Maura catches the nurse's attention. "Dr. Yeo mentioned getting Jane started on antibiotics for her fever."
The nurse looks at her notes. "Oh yes, he has prescribed them but doesn't want her started on them until the morning. If she still has the fever we'll get her started then." The nurse smiles at Maura and leaves.
Maura sits back on Jane's bed. Jane hasn't said a word since she asked about her hands. The tears have stopped but Maura can tell she is in as much emotional pain at the moment as she is physical. Its times like these Maura's reminded why she likes working with dead people. She doesn't have to worry about their feelings. Maura is not like Jane. Jane reads people so well. Her powers of observation and her instincts around people are freakishly accurate. No matter how hard she tries it is a skill Maura has never mastered. "Jane please talk to me, how can I help you" she knows the only way she'll know what to do for Jane is to ask her.
The drugs are taking effect and Jane is feeling less pain. She decides to talk to Maura and this time she is finding speaking a little easier. "Whichever way I look at this Maura my career is over" Jane rolls her eyes towards her friend without moving her head.
"Oh Jane you don't know that" Maura tries to sound positive.
"Even if what happened yesterday isn't my fault, it's still a reminder of what can happen. If I can't trust my hands, I can't go into those situations with a partner if I can't back him up."
"Jane you are still fighting a fever; you're sick. We don't know what is going on with your hands but we'll find out OK. Oh and I'll get you a better Dr. than Dr. Hughes."
"Why what's wrong with Hughes?"
"He called in to see you this morning and he was more concerned about whether his face was covered then your well-being Jane."
"What are you talking about Maura?"
"He's worried he's going to get into trouble for not assigning you to a desk."
Jane can't help but smile at the goofy, oddball friend she has grown to love. "You mean his ass. You say 'he's covering his ass,' Maura!"
"Oh, well whatever, but I'm going to get you into the best hand specialist in the country Jane. We will get this sorted out. I promise!"
"If I blew it yesterday, the best Dr. in the world's not going to save my job Maura." Jane closes her eyes. Maura takes a deep breath, she suspects what Jane has just said is true.
They don't say anymore but Maura sits with Jane until she's asleep. When she stands to leave she kisses Jane's forehead. "It will all work out Jane, it has too." Maura is not sure who she's trying to convince more, the sleeping Jane or herself.
His activities for tonight kick into action. Right on time Rosie; right on time! As she heads towards the hospital car park she is unaware that a predator is following, lurking ready to pounce. Just as he is ready to strike, Rosie turns and waves to someone. "Good night Jimmy" he hears her say. Someone shouts a response "Night Rosie!" He takes a deep breath to calm himself. That was careless; he needs to be more careful. He waits and listens.
Now; he races out from the scrub and grabs Rosie from behind. His hand covers her nose and mouth so she can't make a noise. As they struggle he hears a shout and someone running towards him. He tries to subdue Rosie but she is strong. As someone hits him with something he retaliates. Rosie breaks from his grasp and runs. "Argh" he screams and takes off running as fast as he can.
As Maura leaves the hospital she is lost in thought. Depending on what Korsack can recall and whose bullet killed Shepherd, tomorrow could be the day that ends Jane's career. If that happens, tomorrow will be a very difficult day for her Boston family. She treasures her friendship with Jane, she's never had such an honest, non judgmental friend and she would trust Jane with her life. She's been embraced by all the Rizzoli's; Angela is more of a mother than she's ever really known and Frankie is like a brother. She smiles when she thinks of Tommy; she wouldn't describe her feelings for him as brotherly but she very much likes the friendship they have built.
She pulls her keys out of her handbag as she walks towards the hospital car park. She finds herself thinking about Korsack and Frost. Of all the police units she works with, the only one where she knows she is an important part of their team is Korsack, Frost and Jane. She also knows they have the best record and are the most highly regarded team in Boston Homicide. They've shown they have her back and as best she can, she has theirs. Maybe she can save whatever fall-out there is tomorrow. Korsack won't want to end Jane's career and in fairness to Hughes, as much as she dislikes him she's pretty sure he would have assigned Jane to a desk if her hands if were a clear risk.
Maura looks up as she hears two people wishing each other a good night. As she turns the corner into the car park she see's two people she thinks are dancing. When she realizes how ludicrous that thought is, she shouts and races towards the woman who is clearly in trouble. "Hey let her go. Help, somebody please help" Maura screams at the top of her lungs. As she reaches the attacker she takes an almighty swing at him with her handbag. He lets his victim go and releases a powerful strike at the woman who has just hit him. The blow knocks Maura off her feet and she passes out as she hears voices coming towards her.
Run you fool run he tells himself. This was not in his plan. What was he thinking trying to take a woman from outside a busy hospital? Idiot he tells himself as he continues to run. When he gets far enough away he takes cover and catches his breath. He tries to calm himself and think about what he needs to do to cover his tracks.
His mask, gloves and black attire have not been disturbed so surveillance cameras won't be able to identify him. His anger rises when he thinks about his car. He's left his getaway car near Rosie's in the car park. He thinks it through and realises he has to go back for it. Whilst he is certain no one could ever track him from the car's licence plates, if someone watches the surveillance footage they could recognise him from when he got out of the car earlier in the evening. Damn, damn, damn, he thumps the ground. He feels his head is going to explode as he fights to control his rage. Think! Think! He whispers trying to get a hold of himself.
After taking a couple of deep breaths he realises he's better off not to go back for it. However he knows there will be forensic evidence from his victims in the boot of the vehicle. There will also be traces of him in the cabin of the car. He devises a plan. Firstly he checks his wallet. He has seven hundred and twenty-five dollars in cash on him. That should do it he thinks. He walks to a hood nearby. Kids are standing around drinking, bouncing basketballs and playing cool. Still wearing his mask and gloves he approaches them. They square up when they see him coming. He raises his hands. "I don't want any trouble. I got seven hundred and twenty-five bucks on me and I need a job done."
"Hey what do you think we are man, we's just here minding our own business so you should just scoot along there; whoever you is."
"All I need is a car stolen and the monies yours."
"I'll do it mister" some kid approaches him.
"Good, follow me," they head back to where he had waited for Rosie. When they get there the scene is clear. Rosie's car is gone and the bitch that came to help her is gone too. Good he thinks, we can get this done. "That's it, there kid" he points.
"Show me the money" the kid asks.
He opens his wallet, then gives the kid the keys. The kid just looks at him and shrugs. "Drive it down two streets slowly. I'll follow you and meet you there. OK?" The kid nods and does as he's told. Within half an hour he is seven hundred and twenty-five dollars lighter but he has his car back. He's angry that Rosie got away but now that he's cleaned up tonight's mess he's confident his plan is still intact. His princesses will lead Rizzoli to him and when they do; she'll die.
When Maura gets home, it's much later than she'd planned and Angela has waited up for her. "Oh Maura my goodness what happened to you" Angela jumps out of the lounge she was resting in and moves to Maura.
"It's OK Angela I'm fine."
"You don't look fine honey; what on earth happened?"
"I think I might have helped save a girl from our rape murderer" Maura explains.
"Well I hope he looks worse than you sweetie" Angela smiles.
"Oh, no he got away Angela; but the girl he attacked is fine; thank heavens."
"Have you seen a doctor honey?"
"Yes I have, thank you Angela and I really am fine. No broken bones and no concussion" Maura explains.
"Just a good old fashion shiner as Frank used to tell the boys; oh, Janey too on some occasions."
Maura looks at Angela confused. Angela points to her black eye. "Oh" is all Maura can say.
"How was Jane, when you left, was she OK" Angela asks.
"I think when she knows what happened with her and Korsack and if we can somehow get this monster off the streets, I think her recovery will come along a lot faster."
"I hope so" Angela smiles. "I met a gentlemen caller for Jane tonight.
"Oh" Maura tries to think who it might be.
Angela continues. "He was very handsome; he wanted to know how Jane was and if he could visit her."
"Really, I didn't think Jane was seeing anyone at the moment" Maura looks a little surprised. "What was his name?"
"Jack;" said he recognised me from a photo in Jane's apartment."
"Jack, hmm; I don't think I have heard her mention anyone by that name. Oh hang on; he wasn't a Doctor was he. That dermatologist Jane's been seeing is Jackson" Maura explains.
"I don't think so, he didn't look like a Doctor, besides he could just go and see her if he was Doctor, couldn't he" Angela asks.
"Hmm, I don't think Dr. Hughes will be visiting Jane again. Anyway I guess you're right; I'll have to ask her about him tomorrow. Angela I'm really tired and have a bit of a headache. I'm going to have a shower and pop into bed. I hope that's OK, I'll see you in the morning."
"Of course sweetie, good night" Angela cleans up a few things and then heads to the guest house.