“They brought her back Frost, Dr Isles is with her.” Frost
expelled the breath he was holding at Morgan’s words. “How much more could she take” he thought.

“Where did you go?” Morgan asked

“Korsak called, they’re almost here so I went up front to
meet them.” Pacing he looked at the two agents, “do you think they’ll be okay,
Jane and JJ?”

Neither answered immediately.  Reid was intimately familiar with the autopsy
results from the previous victims and the internal damage found was extensive,
enough to have killed them eventually.
The strangulation was just pure overkill.  The beatings were enough.  He couldn’t answer him, so Morgan did.

“I don’t know Frost, I’m sorry but Rizzoli, Jane, she was
really bad off.”

“*****!” he said as he walked away.  Grabbing his cell, he knew he had to call
Frankie, dialing his number, he took a deep breath, “Yeah hey Frankie, yeah its
me…listen…Jane’s on her way to the hospital…no… I know…Frankie wait…shut up
Frankie!  Its bad…you need to call your
ma…Boston General.” Rubbing his face, he tried to keep his feelings locked up,
he needed to find this ***** and make him pay.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Rodriguez approached the convenient store and waited, his
arm hurt like a *****! “***** FBI man,
he clipped him” the bleeding had slowed so he knew it wasn’t bad.  He had ditched the gloves in a trashcan and
was waiting for “there!” some idiot
just walked in and left their car running.
Approaching quickly, he climbed in and drove off.  He just needed it to get where he needed to
go.

“Boston General, if
she’s not dead that’s where they’ll take her.
If she is one less thing to worry about, he still had the little blonde
***** to take care of.”

The anger flowing through him was palpable.  How the hell had that ***** gotten the better
of him.  And Jane was down, how…he
couldn’t understand how she had been able to get up again. “*****!” slamming his
hand on the steering wheel over and over, “ahhhhh” he yelled out loud.  “How?”

That last shot he gave Jane should’ve done the trick but he
didn’t have a chance to follow it up.
Even if she were alive she wouldn’t be able to defend herself, she was
easy pickings in a hospital.

Slowing down he tried to mind the speed limit; he certainly
didn’t want to be pulled over for something as foolish as that.  He couldn’t wait to get his hands on that
little blond ***** either.  She killed
his father, he had never been without his father in his life and he was not
going to rest until he had taken hers.
Besides, his nose ached from where she broke it.