Chapter Five

The Basement

Hey guys, I can't seem to stop writing Why Jane which is not a bad thing, I'm loving it but Courage seems to be somewhat left at the moment but I promise it is in the process of being written. Thank you for all your support through all this. Just a warning I mixed up the timeline, slightly. Episode 1x10 actually comes before 1x08 in this story, it wasn't planned it just kind of happened. Anyway enjoy, let me know your thoughts. WARNING! Violent acts mentioned in this chapter and there is a brief mention of rape.

"You know she cried when I hit her?" Hoyt bragged without any empathy, looking smug.

"I was unconscious," Jane stated, looking confused.

"You still cried," Hoyt shot back at her. Maura continued to stare across the table at him. How could she ever think she was anything like him? Maura knew that Jane's body would not have been able to take Hoyt's blows. The proof was in the fact that Jane had passed out, not to mention the tears, which were likely to have been a response to the pain, she'd have had no choice, it was out of Jane's control.

Leaning forward, similar to Hoyt, Maura asked, "What did you do to her?" Her stare was solid and unblinking. She was determined to find out what had happened in Jane's lost minutes but she didn't know if Jane wanted to hear about it. From hearing Jane's injuries from Jane herself, she could only think of one thing that could have happened to her resulting in these injuries, she just hoped she was wrong. Glancing at Jane, she saw her best friend looking momentarily stunned with tears in her eyes, threatening to show themselves. Maura knew the emotional battle Jane was now experiencing and decided to leave her be, one touch and Jane would surely lose that battle.

Hoyt could clearly see Jane's battle as well as Maura. His laugh brought Maura's attention back from Jane to him. "What did I do to her?" He asked, somewhat repeating Maura's question. Hoyt's laugh continued as he saw the women's fear and anger build. "You wanna know what I did, Jane?" Jane swallowed hard, taking a moment to compose herself. She opened her mouth to speak but the words just wouldn't come out. She hated how vulnerable and broken Hoyt made her feel. Realisation that she couldn't rely on her voice hit her and she resorted to nodding, slowly. Sighing, her eyes darted down to the book before looking back up at Hoyt. Meeting his gaze, she realised he'd leant even further forward. A smile had made its way across his face.

"After you fell down the stairs, I ran down to get you. I picked you up by your arm, you made no noise against what I had expected, you just hung there for a few seconds, swinging. I thought you were faking it so I threw you across the room," both women gasped and Hoyt's grin got bigger. "You just collapsed to the floor, rolling to land on your stomach. I just stormed on over and began to kick you, repeatedly, hearing the clang of my boot hitting your stomach. You didn't respond. I kicked you over to your back and saw you were unconscious. Fearing the worst, I leant down to your side and put two fingers against your pulse point..."

"You thought I was dead?" Jane questioned in a shaky voice.

"Yes," Hoyt answered.

"Why would you care if I was dead?" Jane asked, confused, "you've killed nine people and they are only those that we know of, why would another dead teenager matter to you?"

"I hadn't killed anyone yet, Jane," Hoyt protested.

"But you'd killed small animals!" Jane shouted, leaning forward towards Hoyt.

"But not humans!" Hoyt suddenly shouted, making the women jump backwards. "It was the first time I'd come close to killing someone, I didn't want to kill teenagers, hurt them by all means but never kill them, I wanted you to see me kill my first woman. I wanted to train you into joining and helping me..."

"I would never join you, never help you..." Jane spat at Hoyt.

"Or at least, that's what you want to believe," Hoyt interrupted, making Jane's face of anger turn to a face of confusion. "Everyone wants to believe they would never help a serial killer with anything but they would given the right circumstances."

"What are you talking about Hoyt?" Jane asked, suspiciously.

"Time will tell, Jane," Hoyt said, strongly. It was clear to the women that this was the end of the conversation by his demeanour. Jane took a deep breath giving Hoyt the infamous Rizzoli death glare.

"So," Maura whispered, taking Hoyt's attention off Jane, "You realised Jane was alive, what did you do after that?"

"I went to the cupboard in the basement and unlocked it. I took out my tools from medical school..." Hoyt continued.

"Your scalpel?"Jane asked.

"Yes, my scalpel, Jane," Hoyt smiled as he whispered the words. "I lay them next to you, I took your hand in mine and lay it on the floor. My scalpel hovered over it, ready to pierce the skin..."

"What stopped you?" Jane asked.

"What do you mean?" Hoyt spat.

"You gave me scars that way when I was 34, I had no scars up to that point so something must have stopped you," Jane explained, "it certainly wasn't me, you said yourself I was unconscious, defenceless."

"Give me her hands," Hoyt said to the apprentice holding Jane back. The apprentice cut the duct tape from her hands and forced her to put her hands flat on the table. Standing up, Hoyt took her left hand from the apprentice. Turning her hand over so he could see her palm, he let his fingers graze the scar planted there by him almost two years ago. "These scars were made by my scalpel when you were 34," he rolled Jane's sleeve up a little further and revealed her wrists. He brushed his fingers along another scar at Jane's wrist, a line. "But these scars were created when you were fourteen."

Jane snatched her hand from Hoyt and looked at her wrists. She was familiar with the scar of course but she never knew where they came from and her mother refused to talk about it. Jane always assumed she must have tried to commit suicide but Hoyt stood before her with the truth and the truth scared her. Maura's eyes glanced at Jane's wrists as she squeezed her, clinging them to her chest. "You slit her wrists?" Maura asked in a whisper.

"Look at that," Hoyt laughed, "Doctor Isles jumping to conclusions. But yes Doctor Isles you're right."

"I thought you said you didn't wanna kill me?" Jane asked, glaring at Hoyt.

"I didn't say that's what I did next," Hoyt shot back at her.

"What? Then what happened next?" Maura questioned.

Hoyt laughed, debating whether to continue or not, "I put the scalpel in my belt loop and put my arms under her knees and around her back so I was carrying her like a baby. I took her upstairs and lay her on the kitchen worktop. I brushed a hair from her face and saw a black eye appearing on her face where my boot had misinterpreted the accuracy of my aim. I rolled her shirt up just below her bra. I brushed my fingers along her smooth skin. I had to sudden urge to make her skin not so smooth so I rolled her onto her stomach and pulled her close again. I brushed my hand across the small of her back and reached for my scalpel, placed at my hip. I let the metal brush the skin before I applied pressure drawing blood. Finishing the scar, I touched the wound and her warm blood began to excite me."

Jane swallowed hard, it hurt. The thought of Hoyt being able to cut into her skin and get excited over it hurt, it felt like a huge strain on her heart as her fear overpowered her. It scared her how much it hurt. I was defenceless. She thought to herself, I couldn't stop him. I had to just let him do it. Maybe it was best that I was unconscious, it means I was oblivious to his scalpel and his excitement. At least I know he's telling the truth, there was no way he could have known about the H scar on my back unless he actually created it. I suppose it makes sense now, I never knew where it came from until now and why else would the scar strangely resemble a H.

Nodding at the apprentice holding Jane in place, Hoyt said, "Let's show Doctor Isles my work." The apprentice smiled before untying Jane. Jane started to fight him as he grabbed her and threw her onto the morgue table on her stomach. Hoyt and his apprentice straightened her out so she fit on the table.

As Hoyt reached for her shirt, Jane started struggling mainly through the use of kicking. "Stop fighting me!" Hoyt demanded. Jane continued to fight, pushing herself onto her side and away from Hoyt. "Stop it, Jane!" Hoyt shouted. The apprentice grabbed her so Hoyt could reach for Maura's nearby equipment table, his fingers wrapped around a scalpel and he thrust it towards Jane, stopped just before the skin of her neck.

"No!" Maura screamed, leaning forward, the apprentice holding her had to pull her back.

"Stop fighting me, Jane," Hoyt spat as Jane. Jane immediately ceased her movements.

"I won't let you take my shirt," Jane whimpered.

"I've seen it all before, I had to lift your shirt to make the scar, remember?" Hoyt asked, laughing at Jane's bravery, no other women, not even Maura, would continue to fight him now but Jane was different, he had always known that.

"I was unconscious, remember?" Jane said, mocking Hoyt.

"Jane," Maura warned as Hoyt laughed.

"I remember," Hoyt laughed.

"Not to mention I was fourteen, I've changed considerably since then," Jane spat.

"Oh I know," Hoyt whispered, he grabbed her shirt and pulled it out of her trousers revealing the H scar on Jane's back and the bullet wound scar on her stomach. Maura gasped as she saw the scar, unsure as to why she'd never seen it before. Hoyt laughed at Maura's reaction as his fingers lightly brushed Jane's stomach scar. "Tell me, Jane, do you get a kick out of almost dying?"

"What?" Jane asked, confused. Her body tensed as Hoyt's hand moved lower down so his thumb could brush her latest scar. As he applied pressure, she couldn't help but let out a whimper, usually there was no pain but similarly to her hands, her stomach often hurt when she was scared. Hoyt's face broke into a smile as he heard Jane's defeated whimper.

"Well, you put your life on the line to save you brother from me when you're fourteen, you went into that basement without backup and I nearly killed you, you shot yourself in order to save your other brother and now you just won't do as your told, even when a scalpel is at your throat. I can only guess you enjoy being in danger. Your scars just prove it..." Hoyt began to explain.

"No!" Jane shouted, interrupting Hoyt's thoughts. "You put them all there!"

"Not this one," Hoyt said, once again applying pressure to her scar, "you did this to yourself, Janie, you pulled the trigger which sent the bullet straight through your body and into another cop's body. You killed him by nearly killing yourself." Jane went to answer him back but no words would leave her mouth. Hoyt smiled and moved his hand from her scar to her cheek and he brushed it gently. "Let me?" Jane nodded and Maura looked confused as to what he meant.

In answer to Maura's unasked question, Hoyt laid Jane onto her stomach once more, after removing the scalpel from her neck. He let his fingers dance down her back before reaching the bottom of her shirt. Hoyt looked at Jane's face again and held her gaze as he yanked it up her back, revealing the back of her bra. The apprentice holding Maura forced her to stand up so she could get a better look. Jane closed her eyes as Hoyt's hand moved towards her trousers and pulled at them so that the scar was better exposed.

"There's my proof Doctor Isles," Hoyt whispered. Maura just looked at him confused forcing him to elaborate, "there's my proof that Jane belongs to me, there's nothing more intimate that scarring someone."

"Please tell me that's all you did to her," Maura begged.

"What do you mean Doctor Isles?" Hoyt questioned.

"You beat her, took her upstairs and scarred her, tell me you didn't... Her injuries were consistent with a violent... act." Maura explained, avoiding saying the word.

"You think I raped her?" Hoyt said, looking shocked. Maura just nodded in response. Hoyt pulled Jane up so that he could hold her, almost in a hug. Jane let him. She just looked up at Maura as Hoyt put a protective on Jane's head. "I would never do such as thing to her, to a teenager!" Hoyt looked somewhat insulting by the assumption.

"So even you have standards?" Maura said, hate laced in her words.

"I may have raped women in the past or gotten apprentices to do it but I would never do that to Jane, or at least I never would have at the time," Hoyt said.

"John Stark nearly did," Jane pointed out. Hoyt pulled her to face him. His grasp was tight on her upper arms.

"I don't rape teenagers," Hoyt said, firmly. "After I scarred you, I treated your wounds and wrapped bandages around your ribs, I knew at least three were broken and another two were badly bruised. I let you lay there for a few moments so I could watch you breathe. Every now and again you would have a struggle to breathe and then you would relax and breathe normally again. I took you down to the basement and lay you on the floor. I grabbed a blanket and draped it over you, hiding your clothes covered in your blood. I put my medical tools away before I kissed your forehead and left the room. I went to your room and found your diary and a pen. I wrote you a message in it before entering the basement once more. Placing the book down next to you, I took your hand and kissed it before leaving again."

Jane looked at Maura. Hoyt seemed very devoted to proving that he had never touched her. Maura seemed to believe him. After a nod from Maura, Jane looked at Hoyt once more and nodded, silently telling him she believed him. "How long was I out?" Jane asked.

Hoyt just laughed and looked down before meeting Jane gaze again. "A couple hours in total."

"That's a long time," Maura commented.

"Yeah, she started to scare me," Hoyt whispered.

"What happened next?" Jane asked, in a shaky voice.

"Why don't we ask fourteen year old Jane Rizzoli?" Hoyt asked in answer. Jane swallowed before nodding. Hoyt smiled and dragged Jane back to her seat. The apprentice just held her in place as Hoyt turned to page, The Unseen- Day Three.

Thanks for reading guys, the last chapter was mainly The Unseen so I decided to use it less in this chapter. I have a plan for a story to happen to Jane and Maura now rather than when they were fourteen should I include all of The Unseen entrees before I do that or should I have them run alongside one another, let me know your thoughts. Thanks again.