Don't Hurt Her

Hey guys and gals, so here's the next chapter, sorry for the wait but I've started university, I'm doing a show and started working at my dance school so been busy, busy, busy. And this one is my longest chapter so far! I hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think. I was thinking of doing the next chapter in Harris' POV too, what do you think? Well enjoy!

Maura's Point of View

I walked around the crime scene, panic stricken. Where's Jane? What do they want with her? Why Jane? I thought to myself, continuously. With that I saw Sergeant Detective Korsak striding towards me, an angered look on his face.

"Anything?" I asked eagerly.

"Nothing absolutely nothing!" He yelled in frustration. I pity him. We all feel the same but he saw what Hoyt did to Jane, that image probably is all he could that about. "They took her from here, there should be something but there's nothing!"

"How do you know she was taken from here?" I said, raiding my voice slightly to cut him off from ranting any further.

"As soon as Marissa called 911, she woke Gill and he checked the security cameras and…" He began to explain before I interrupted him.

"Did Marissa see the people who took her?"

"Yes, she said one was carrying Jane over their shoulder whilst the other was walking in front," Korsak explained.

"Could she describe them?" I informed.

"No, she said they wore masks," Korsak answered sadly.

"And the security footage?" I asked, desperately.

"Confirms her story," Korsak replied before he turned his head away from me to blink rapidly. I knew what he was doing, he was trying to blink away his tears, Jane always did that, she hated crying in front of people.

"What about Jane? The Jane we all know and love would not have backed down easily, she wouldn't have let anyone throw her over their shoulder and kidnap her!" I began to rant before Korsak then took his turn to interrupt me.

"She was unconscious when they carried her out. She just hangs there swinging from side to side, it's horrible…"

"But how did they get in? Since Hoyt, Jane has been very cautious about who came in her apartment. She took precautions. She never trusted strangers no matter how convincing their story was!" I exclaimed.

"The locks were still in tact, there was no evidence of breaking and entering," Korsak stated, "which means…"

"She knew her kidnappers," I finished for him.

"Or at least one of them," Korsak said in a whisper.

"So what do we do now?" I asked him.

"We treat this like a homicide," Korsak said, his voice breaking, "we dig into Jane's life and find someone who had a reason to do this."

"What can I do?" I asked, intently.

"You can go and talk to Angela, Tommy and Lydia, see if they have any ideas whilst me, Frost and Frankie look at Jane's phone records and email," Korsak explained.

"I can do that," I said, "good luck, Korsak."

"You too, Doctor Isles," with that we both left the apartment eager to find out who had taken Jane.

Jane's Point of View

I felt like I'd been laying here in the dark for hours on end, just staring at the ceiling. However much I hated to admit it, I knew Harris was right. I needed to rest my leg. I'd be no good to anyone if I couldn't walk, or run as the case may be. It hurt like Hell at the moment, I'd be lucky if I could stand on it let alone walk on it.

Just then the trapdoor creaked and I heard keys being shoved inside the lock clumsily. Please be Harris, please be Harris. I thought to myself as the door was thrown open. I didn't want to face my father, not yet anyway. Light poured into the room, blindingly, well at least I knew it was daytime.

As I squinted to clear my sight, I heard a voice. "Well hello, Janie." Pop!

I shot up in bed and started shuffling away from him. "Get away from me!" I yelled.

"Now, now, Jane, I'm your father…" He began to say, as if that gave him any right to kidnap me!

"So?" I asked him, rhetorically. "That gives you no right to kidnap me! You're not my father!" Then I said something really stupid which I kinda new would only get him angry. "Cavanaugh's more like my father lately than you!" His eyes showed his anger. Why did I just say that?

He launched himself at me, so I scrambled backwards falling off the bed with a scream. I grabbed my ankle in agony but he was furious so he climbed on top of me and pinned my wrists to the floor.

"Pop! Pop, stop it, you're hurting me!" I practically screamed at him, not out of choice but rather out of pain. He ignored me.

"I'm your father, understand?" He asked in a booming voice. "Not that stupid man! He couldn't be your father, he doesn't love you like I do!"

"Is that why you kidnapped me?" I questioned him, "that's not love Pop! Love is when you'll do anything to keep someone safe, when you'd die for them, when you want them to never ever feel pain!"

"I do love you," He said, leaning in closer to me, his face millimetres from my own. "Don't you ever question that!"

"But you're hurting me," I cried, "please, Pop, let me go! I need a doctor, not a first aid kit! I need Maura, please!"

"I could get Maura for you, the same way that I got you," He whispered in my ear. I just saw red.

"Don't you dare touch her!" I screamed in his face, struggling against his lethal grip on my wrists. "If she gets so much as a scratch on her, I will kill you!"

Suddenly, I feel a stinging sensation on my cheek. He just slapped me, I felt tears form in my eyes, out of my control and I blink to try and get them to go away. "Don't you ever, ever, ever, talk to me like that again!" He yelled through gritted teeth, grabbing my mouth and shaking me. "Understand?" He kneels on my ankle and I yell out in pain.

"Yes! I understand! Please stop it!" I begged, I hated myself for begging him to stop but he was really hurting me and I couldn't stand it.

I heard the trapdoor rattle and slam open. "Good," Pop said, smirking. Harris hurry please!

"Hey!" I heard Harris yell from the other side of the room. "Get off her!" Suddenly the weight was lifted from me and I saw Harris pin Pop against the wall. "Are you mad?" I sat up, grabbing my ankles and wincing. "She needs to rest! Are you trying to kill her?"

"She's my daughter, why would I do that?" Pop asked him, spitting at him.

"If you keep acting this way, she's gonna end up seriously hurt…" Harris began to shout.

"Are you saying I would intentionally hurt my daughter," Pop yelled at him, struggle against his hold.

"No but if you're not careful maybe you will by accident," Harris said, trying to calm my Dad down.

"It's her own fault, what happened to her ankle!" Pop complained.

"But if you hadn't kidnapped me, this never would have happened!" I yelled from the floor. Pop started struggling against Harris.

"Calm down, Frank," Harris said, calmly.

"Get off me," Pop demanded and immediately Harris let go.

"Go cool off, before you hurt her anymore," Harris said.

"Is that an order?" Pop said, gritting his teeth, getting right in Harris' face.

"A suggestion, Sir," Harris whispered. After the longest seconds of my life, Pop pulled away and walked away, going up to stairs into the house again. Harris sighed, turning to me. "Are you ok?" I nodded, looking down. I felt Harris come down to my level. He pulled me into a hug and I couldn't help but hug him back. I grabbed his jacket in desperation. "Did he hurt you?"

I pulled away from him. "Jane? What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I whispered, refusing to look at him.

"It doesn't look like nothing," Harris observed.

"It sounds stupid," I complained.

"It's important to you," Harris said, soothingly, rubbing my shoulder to get me to speak up. "Tell me."

"He slapped me," I confessed.

"He did what?" He asked, clearly angered.

"He pinned me down, slapped me and crushed my bad ankle," I explained, "as a kid I idolised him, I thought he was fantastic, I never thought he would hurt me, ever." Finally I looked up, looking him in the eye.

"But that's not everything, is it?" He seemed to know me extremely well considering I hadn't even knew him for 24 hours.

"No, he said, he'd get Maura, like he got me!" I yelled, I sounded scared. "What am I gonna do? If he kidnaps her, I'll blame myself, I'll hate myself."

"He won't kidnap your friend," Harris said, confident with his statement.

"How do you know?" I asked, eagerly.

"He doesn't want your friend here," He said, looking sad.

"What's wrong?" I asked, he was starting to freak me out.

"He wants your brothers," He answered.

"What? No, no, no. What am I gonna do?" I asked, not really asking him.

"I don't know, Jane," He sounded sad.

"Harris!" We heard him yell.

"Oh God," I whispered.

"It'll be ok," Harris said.

"How do you know?" I asked, coldly.

"I don't," he answered me honestly. "I'm just hoping it will be." He picked me up and put me on the bed, gently.

"What does he have on you?" I asked, curiously.

"What makes you think he has anything on me?" He asked.

"You could easily overpower him if you wanted to but whenever he demands you to do something you do it," I explained and he looked guilty, "just tell me."

"Maybe later," he said, kissing my forehead again. "Stay safe," he whispered once more before walking up the trapdoor and leaving me in the dark. Only then did I realise just how fast my heart was beating, as tears fell down my face.

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