Jane would've given just about anything to have been able to wipe the grin off Hoyt's face. She stared back at him, jaw set and head held high with a determined look on her face.

Hoyt's grin only got impossibly wider. "I was wondering when you were going to come and see me," he commented, face now void of emotion.

Jane clenched her jaw. "You were expecting us," she said; it wasn't a question.

"No Jane; not 'us', just 'you'," Hoyt continued.

Jane tried with all her might to maintain her face void of any emotion; she couldn't let him see he was getting under her skin. She took a few steps, getting closer and closer to the table where the prisoner sat with Korsak and Frost both at her side.

Hoyt watched her every move very meticulously, as if dissecting her inch by inch. His eyes traveled the length of Jane's body and stopped at her hands as she reached out and pulled a chair towards her.

Jane mirrored Hoyt's every move. She stared at him; watched him watch her. Her hands balled into fists when she saw he finally focused on her palms.

"Do they hurt?" He asked in a tone mocking innocence.

Jane took her seat and crossed her arms. "No; good as new," she replied.

"You used to play the piano so beautifully Jane… Do you still play?" He barely suppressed a grin.

"See one, do one, teach one," Jane said, completely ignoring his question. "That's what they taught you in medical school."

"I was kicked out of medical school Jane; you know that."

"Yes, for fondling a corpse. Yet you still insist on being called 'doctor'," Jane replied sarcastically.

"I was one semester away after all," Hoyt replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Alright, doctor," Jane appeased. "Who did you teach?"

A full minute passed; the tension in the air palpable. Hoyt looked at her expectantly. Jane rolled her eyes.

"Yes, I still play," she replied.

Hoyt grinned again before turning serious again. "Do you dream about me Jane? I dream about you."

"That's enough!" Korsak growled at Hoyt. "Answer her damned question Hoyt."

"As a surgeon, one thrives on perfection, on detail and precision. Your hands Jane, you have beautiful hands. They mesmerize me. They're soft, yet strong." Hoyt closed his eyes and inhaled. "I love that smell… lavender… lavender and fear… In your dreams… are your hands ever on me?"He opened his eyes and stared straight into Jane's as if they were two people sharing coffee, completely oblivious to the world around him.

Frost grabbed Hoyt by the collar of his prison clothing and shoved him against the wall before anyone had a chance to react. "That's enough you sick son of a bitch!"

"Frost! Calm down; it's not worth it. He's not worth it," Jane said as she placed an arm on Frost's shoulder.

Frost put a bit more pressure on Hoyt before releasing him and shoving him down on the chair once more. "ANSWER THE QUESTION," he demanded.

Hoyt eyed the three detectives with a sneer. He had no intention of revealing any information.

"I think our time is up for today," he said as he began to rise from the chair. He took half a turn before Jane called out.

"Stop!"

Hoyt turned around. "Yes, Jane?" he asked.

"Sit him down," she spoke to the guards. Both guards flanking Hoyt grabbed him by the arms and sat him down. "Hold him down, don't let him move an inch," Jane ordered.

"Jane? What's going on?" Frost asked.

Jane was already up from her seat and moving around the table towards Hoyt.

"Jane," Korsak said cautiously.

Jane rose a hand in the air to stop both her partners, indicating she was alright. She was centimeters away from Hoyt. What had begun as a small grin turned on full smile from him the closer she got.

"Are we playing out one of your fantasies, Jane?" he asked, excitedly.

"Shut up!" she instantly yelled. Jane closed the gap with her hand and reached out to grab a hold of his orange jumper breast pocket. She ripped open the two buttons by it and turned the jumper so that she could see the inside. Hoyt just closed his eyes, grin completely gone. Jane fumbled with the pocket for a few seconds before she pulled out what appeared to be a folded piece of paper. She quickly unfolded it and stared at if for a full two seconds before it dropped to the ground.

It was a black and white photograph. It was creased in many places and was obvious it had been handled a lot in its existence. There was no way to misinterpret it whatsoever. The photo was of Maura, alone at what appeared to be night time, opening the front door of their house.

"Maura," Jane whispered before she turned and ran full speed towards the parking lot.

I know it's a short one all, but I have another chapter coming for you tonight now that my internet is back. Let me hear it!;)