DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
A/N: This story takes place about a year after the season 3 finale. Jane did get arrested for shooting and killing Red John, but got off on justifiable homicide. This all takes place a month after the end of his trial. Jane has not returned to the CBI and he and Lisbon haven't spoken in a long time.
Rated T for now but will most likely go up to M in later chapters.
Pain, throbbing pain pulsed through Lisbon's head. She could feel cold, damp concrete beneath her and her first instinct was to get up. Lisbon quickly realized that was going to be a problem when she barely moved an inch and every single muscle in her body screamed in protest.
She took in a shaky breath.
Slowly opening her eyes, Lisbon was having trouble making out her surroundings. Wherever she was, it was pitch black. She strained her ears and could hear dripping water and something far off in the distance that sounded like machinery.
Gritting her teeth, Lisbon managed to roll over onto her back. She tried her best to steady her erratic breathing. Lisbon tried lifting her hands, only to have them fall right back down with a loud clunk. She felt the cold metal against her skin and by wriggling her fingers about she could make out the shackles around her wrists. Without even having to try and move her legs, Lisbon already knew her ankles were bound as well.
How? Why? Lisbon's mind began racing, pushing the headache away as best as she could so she could try and figure out what the hell was going on.
She remembered leaving the office at an ungodly hour. She remembered making it back to her apartment complex, and she remembered standing at her front door fiddling around with her keys while juggling a few bags of groceries. That's when it all went blank.
Now she didn't know what day it was, what time it was, where she was, how she had gotten there, and most importantly, who had brought her to this place and why.
As she strained her mind, trying to think of anything else, a loud heavy door creaked open. Light seeped in and burned Lisbon's eyes. She blinked heavily trying to adjust her sight, but was only quickly able to make out that she was in a small room with rusting steel walls and leaky pipes. The door slammed shut and Lisbon heard soft footsteps approaching. A tinging noise suddenly sounded and the light bulb hanging from the ceiling lamp flickered to life. Someone stood above her, their head tilted to the side, studying her intently. Lisbon couldn't make out the person's face, her vision was still too blurred. She could only make out their frame. It was a man. He was tall and sturdy.
Lisbon was trying to stay calm, trying to figure out what exactly was going on and how she was going to get out of this, but she couldn't stop the panic that shot through her when the unknown man bent down beside her and ran his calloused hand across her cheek. She jerked her head to the side, ignoring the pain.
"Easy now," a calm, deep voice told her, "you just woke up and you're going to need to rest for a while to regain your strength." The man's face was badly out of focus, but Lisbon could make out the large toothy grin that spread across his mouth. "I'll be back in a bit." He brushed his thumb over her lips. "We are going to have so much fun."
TBC