Notes: I hated the end of 2.10 "Remember Me." Quite honestly I thought the fact that after nearly having been killed by Hoyt for the third time that they went ahead with the surprise party was just ridiculous. So, here's how I would have played it. Will be a couple of parts.

Make You Watch

Pt 1: Viscera

Searing pain. It coursed through her body as if injected straight into her racing heart and the muscle pumped the fire through her veins. She could track it, feel the liquid heat radiating out into her extremities. It wasn't physical pain. No, it wasn't like the shooting when her body screamed to die so that the horrible agony of every firing pain receptor would be quieted. This was the soul-wrenching burn of emotional trauma and the resurrection of the most poignant fear she'd ever felt.

Jane buried her face into Korsak's shoulder for the second time following her torture and near execution at the point of his scalpel. The lacerations to her forehead and neck were nothing compared to the sensation that her chest was literally going to burst, bones cracking and splintering piercing organs, severing veins and tendons and shredding flesh. It couldn't be contained, the emotion, she'd held them trapped for too long and now the organic cage had weathered and degraded under the stress. The skeletal vessel had rusted, it had fissures. Some things couldn't be held forever, raw and feral they burned like an insatiable fire and when the viscera was consumed from the inside out the weaknesses and the cracks in the frame would be exploited and they'd come tumbling done. Even steel has its breaking point.

She pulled back out of his arms and pushed away, stumbling in a barely lucid haze towards Maura. Tears continued to stream down her face as the Medical Examiner struggled to catch her breath, her skin had drained to an ashen pallor tinged with blue. Maura tried to flex her fingers but her arms lay in a stiff and bent position, frozen in an awkward point of contraction. The tendons in her neck were flexed and frozen as well. Tonic-Clonic Seizure. Jane knew the signs; they were forced to study all of the medical repercussions of using elector-shock weapons at the academy. The muscle rigidity would relax within a minute. She pushed Frost away, she knew what some of the other side effects were and this entire scenario was undignified enough.

Jane placed her hand over the cut on Maura's neck, it looked deeper than her own felt, she mused as she wiped the foamy saliva that dribbled uncontrollably from Maura's mouth. Motor control began to return and Maura looked up at Jane, trembles replacing the forced stillness the taser had imposed on her body. Her eyes widened and she tried to look down towards her lap but Jane stopped her, whispering to her not to worry about it. Maura had soiled herself.

Ice cold. The sensation had coursed through her wrenching away all control, no feeling, no thought, no vision, just a curious cold void of nothingness. She'd barely even realized he was cutting into her neck. And now, now that it was over she struggled to reconnect her mental faculties to her physical ones. Everything felt vacant and detached. It was like leaving an icepack on unshielded skin too long and the top epidermal layers feel hard and strangely severed from pain receptors. It's cold…until it's not, there's so much feeling until there's no feeling and then the pointed sharpness of physical pain and motion comes creeping back in, one pin prick at a time building into hundreds building into thousands. Maura gasped, looking up at Jane and then trying to look down. Now there was there heretofore unnoticed banality of traditional pain, the stinging in her neck, the pressure on her chest as she fought the after effects of electricity. Breathe, breathe normally…breathe or you're going to pass out. Her head lolled and a starkly contrasting sensation battled for its turn, from every muscle firing and locking in tense rigidity to none at all. But, Jane caught her; let her body fall forward into her arms.

And then the tearing stopped and blood flowed backwards drawn into veins that stopped leaking and started stitching themselves back together. Bones weren't cracking, splinters were drops of liquid mercury rejoining the whole as fissures filled, patched with organic cement. The breaking point had been reached and it had been passed and then suddenly dialed back as lungs were no longer repulsed by air but took it in, as the beating muscle that threatened to erupt in an enraged furor slowly calmed. The conflagration within sputtered and the flames died down as her arms wrapped tighter around the still shaken body. Maura Isles did that, she quelled the fire, stopped the bleeding…she put the pieces back together.

"He was going to make you watch," Maura whispered, voice laden with horror.

"Shh," Jane soothed, pulling the sheets of the gurney around her friend, "he was…" Jane closed her eyes, tightening her embrace, pulling Maura harder into her chest. She was the only thing keeping the insides from the outside, keeping the visceral mess contained once again inside its strained and fragile cage. "Shhh."