Fan Fiction

    This story has been set to a rating of R. Age verification is required to proceed.

    Age Verification

    I am years of age as of today, March 28, 2024

    Enter your current age into the field provide above. Stories with a rating of R or NC-17 may contain material not suitable for children. LesFan requires that all individuals wishing to read these stories confirm they are of at least 17 years of age. LesFan uses the MPAA rating labeling system for all stories.

    LesFan will also make a best attempt to filter profane words in stories that are not rated R or NC-17 unless the individual confirms they are of at least 17 years of age.

    LesFan uses the following rating scale for stories.






    Submit

    Entropy

    For three days, Charles Hoyt sat in front of his wall; he didn’t speak, barely ate and moved only to use the bathroom. He studied her, her eyes, her body, and her movements. He didn’t need to see her in person; not yet. Their time would come soon enough.

    “Doctor?”

    Hoyt turned enough to see the shape of another person in his peripheral vision. It was all he needed. He had taught his apprentice well. They communicated almost non-verbally now.

    “I have the schedules you wanted.”

    Another file was placed next to him and he glanced at it very briefly.

    “Thank you Robin.” Hoyt almost growled, his plan was coming together far too easily for his liking. It was unlike Jane or even the fat cop to be so easy to get to. It was ruining his enjoyment. If he didn’t have to work to get her, where was the fun? Hoyt’s face twisted into a grotesque smile. ‘The fun is in the killing.’ he thought as he opened the file he’d received.

    “She’s still with the good Doctor.” Hoyt said; not quite a question but not sure enough to be a statement.

    “Robin.” The singsong quality in his voice was, in any other conversation, a comical interlude but Robin knew when Hoyt did it that it signalled danger.

    “I’m not sure I understand your meaning.” The tremor in Robin’s voice made Hoyt smile to himself. ‘Still unsure; cautious of me’. He thought.

    “Jane. And the Doctor… Isles?” Hoyt clarified. He needed to know how close the pair were, if they were still as close as they had been the last time they’d met. He looked forward to this exchange, to watching Jane suffer as he gutted her lover, and then her. “These pictures show them together, a lot.” He paused for dramatic effect, his warped mind filled with images of Jane and Maura together. Jane’s hands scarred and often sore, dancing over the Doctors’ amble bosom, down her soft torso. “She means a lot to Jane.” It wasn’t a question, a simple fact.

    “Are they…. Lovers.” He tasted the word, its flavour as delicious as he imagined Jane to be.

    Robin flustered on the spot. Everything that had been asked, there had been an answer for. Except this.

    Page 1 of 7123Next ›Last »

    Leave a Reply