Chapter Three

The Kidnap

Here's Chapter Three people, thank you for all the support I've been given I really appreciate it. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. Let me know what you think...

Jane pulled at the restrains as Hoyt seated himself opposite them. He leant onto the unoccupied autopsy table which he seemed to be using as a table. Jane glared at him as the duct tape around her wrists and the rope which kept her strapped to the chair, which she now found herself bound to, began to get tighter until it was just becoming too much for Jane to continue moving.

Maura remain motionless beside her. Maura was bound in a similar way to Jane but unlike Jane she felt no anger, only fear. Not for herself but for Jane's sake. She wished Jane would just stop moving. She knew the more she moved the tighter the restrains would become but she just could not get the words to pass her lips. It was not helping that the two apprentices were now leaning all of their weight onto Jane and Maura.

"Stop fighting Jane and listen," Hoyt whisper as he tapped a little pattern onto the table with his fingers. Jane didn't completely stop but she calmed herself down and continued to listen to Hoyt.

"I'm listening," she said.

"Are we ready to start?" Hoyt asked and Jane refused to give him a vocal response so decided to nod. Hoyt turned to look at Maura, "Doctor Isles? Are you ready?" Maura took Jane's lead and simply nodded but her reasons for nodding were not because she was stubborn but rather that she was still having trouble getting any words out. Hoyt hurt Jane when she wasn't bound so now they seemed to have no hope.

Hoyt cleared his throat before he began to speak. "It was summer time, Jane was fourteen years old," Hoyt explained to Maura rather than to Jane. "She was playing outside with her two brothers. Young Frankie was 12 years old and Tommy was 8 years old. I'd say she was responsible for them and their safety rather than just another play mate. I sat in my car watching them play. She had my attention but not for any other reason than the fact that she could fight me off when I grabbed Tommy..."

"You were after Tommy?" Jane asked, in shock.

"Yes I was Jane, I wanted to take Tommy and train him into my own little apprentice just like my men behind you but I knew you would cause a problem. I needed you to be distracted with Frankie before I move and get him. Frankie kicked the ball past you so you turned to go and get it, you told Frankie to watch Tommy while you ran off but Frankie continued to watch you. I took this time wisely and got out my car. I ran to Frankie and pushed him and then I saw you coming back, running, so I grabbed Tommy and began to run but you got to us very fast. You started pulling at Tommy and told me to let go several times. You told Frankie to get your mother so as Frankie disappeared I threw Tommy down the bank and grabbed you instead. Before I knew it you were in the trunk of my car, kicking and screaming and your mother was running towards me. I dove in the front again and drove off with your mother running after me. I kept driving and driving and driving until we lost them and that's when I realised I had successfully kidnapped you. I didn't know your name, your family or even how old you were but do you wanna know what I knew with most certainty?"

"Yes what?" Jane asked, annoyance laced in her voice.

"You were a girl and you couldn't half scream," Hoyt answered. "I drove a good 50 miles and you were still kicking and screaming, I couldn't stand it anymore, you were driving me insane to a stopped the car and you hit the back seat. I laughed. I took out a bottle of chloroform and a tissue and then when I was ready I got out of the car and opened the boot. You dove past me and started running, you'd been in there for just over an hour so you weren't as fast as you were when you saved Tommy. I managed to catch you up. I pinned you to the floor and you continued to fight and scream. I covered your mouth to quiet you down. You have scratches all over your face from me tackling you. You know what I said to you? 'Don't worry I won't kill you. But I want you to come quietly.' Then I released your mouth and you told me, 'I've never gone anywhere quietly and you won't make me start.' I remember your words perfectly because they made me laugh. You started screaming again so I said something which always works with you, I threatened to go back and swap you for Tommy. You shut up immediately but you continued to fight me and told me to leave your family be. Every time I released some of my weight off you, you tried to get away so I put the chloroformed tissue to your mouth and after several minutes, you lost consciousness.

"I picked you up and sat you in the front seat of the car with me. I strapped you in, cleaned your wounds and then went to the trunk again and got the duct tape out and bound your wrists and ankles together and then I taped your lips together and began to drive.

"You didn't gain consciousness until we were nearly at our destination..."

"Where was that?" Asked Maura finally finding her voice.

"My house of course," Hoyt said. "Jane can tell you all about it." Jane looked confused so Hoyt elaborated. "She wrote a diary about it. Here..." He slid the diary across the autopsy table to face them, "read that, I'll fill in the blanks." Jane looked down in shock, that was definitely her writing, Hoyt was telling the truth.

The Unseen- Day One

'I felt the motions of the car as I woke up. My head was pounding. I lifted my head to look around the car but this only made my head ache worse. I looked to my left and he was sat there, driving, calmly. How could he kidnap someone but still appear so calm?

"Ah, you're awake," he said, I just stared at him. Not that I could speak anyway. I could feel the bindings around my wrists, ankles and mouth. I looked out the car and realised I had no idea where I was or how to get home. There were just endless fields in every direction. "How's your head?" He asked, bringing my attention back to him. "Is it pounding?" He looked at me, waiting for a response. I shook my head clearly lying. He focused on the road again. "Liar," he said.

Suddenly some houses started to appear and he stopped outside one which looked very small and deserted. "This is us," He said, leaning in to whisper it in my ear. I quickly moved away from him, hitting my side off the car door but I didn't let it faze me. "That's a brave thing you did back there. You put yourself in danger to save your brother. But don't worry..." He said, leaning forward to put his hands on the side of my face. "We're going to have just as much fun." I begged myself not to cry, I was terrified of him. I hated him, the way he smiled at me, the way his hands felt on my face and out of everything I hated how he made me feel so vulnerable.

"Stay here," he said, getting out of the car and walking round to the other side. There was no way to escape this car with my ankles bound together so I just waited and moved from the car door. He opened it and placed his hands under my knees and around my back. With this hold he took me out of the car and took me inside. We went through the house and up the stairs. There was three doors, he took me into the one on the left and placed me on the bed. I shuffled whilst he locked the door.

He came and sat on the edge of the bed. "Promise me you won't scream again, there's no point, there's no-one around to hear you." I swallowed, that thought made a chill go up my spine. I soon realised that my throat was very sore from the screaming I had already done. I wasn't sure if I could have even managed to scream anyway. "Promise me," He said, again. I nodded and he took the tape off my mouth with one quick swipe. I groaned but continued to stare at him. "Let's get the rest of these bindings off shall we?" He then brought out a pocket knife and cut into the duct tape and removed it from my wrists and ankles. "That's better isn't it?" I nodded as I sat up and pulled my legs in to hug them.

"My name is Doctor Charles Hoyt," He announced, full of himself. "Would you care to tell me yours?" I shook my head. "Come on darling, I wanted you quiet before and you wouldn't shut up!" He grabbed my face and started shaking it. "Now I'm telling you, open your mouth and tell me your name before I force it out of you!" He was getting louder and his hold was getting tighter. "Tell me your name!"

"Jane." I whispered.

"What?" He asked.

"Err... Jane," I said, louder. "My name's Jane... Jane Rizzoli."

"That's a good girl," he said, moving his hand around the back of my neck. "Jane?" I hated the way he said my name but I looked into his eyes anyway. "Do you need anything?" I was shocked by his question and didn't dare answer him. "If you need anything, Jane, you need to tell me. You will be here for a long time so if you need anything, you best name it now." I seemed very confident so I sighed and opened my mouth to speak.

"Pen and paper," I said, "that's all I need." He stood up and I looked up at him, scared at what he might do. He went into the set of draws next to my bed and came out with a pad and pen, he put them where he had just been sitting then went to walk out. "Thank you." I whispered. He looked at me and nodded.

"I'll be up in a few hours to bring you some food," he said before disappearing out the door and locking it behind him. I waited a few seconds before I picked up the pad and pen and began to write, 'the Unseen,' at the top of the paper. This was to be the diary of Jane Rizzoli under Charles Hoyt's care and if only the diary were to be found at least people would know what I'd endured here.

Jane Rizzoli.'

Thank you for reading... Favourite, Follow, review. I decided to bring in a diary into this chapter so that I could bring in what Jane was feeling. Most of it will be Hoyt explaining but sometimes Jane is easier when it comes to speech and writing her feeling down rather than showing them. Thanks again... Let me know what you think.