Set during the series 1 finale, when Sherriff Hardy is pointing the gun at Jane in the basement and says "It's gonna be so much fun…" It continues as if Lisbon had not arrived at that moment. What would have happened had Lisbon not turned up?
"He lured you in so sweetly. You just couldn't help yourself! Could you?"
Hardy was smiling, his eyes wide and threatening. Jane was trapped.
"If that Rosalind woman hadn't of popped up and spoiled things, we were gonna get you here nice and quiet so we could take our time. Now we'll have to find someplace else to keep you both, but that's life."
Jane could hear Maya's quiet sobs behind the cellar door. His heart started to beat faster.
"Keep us for what?"
Jane tried not to show his panic.
"You'll just have to wait and see. It's gonna be so much fun…"
Jane looked around the basement. He was by the far wall. There was no escape…
Sherriff Hardy was laughing. Jane failed to see the funny side of what was happening but continued to stand silent with his hands up by his head and his heart beating fast.
Where was Lisbon?
Eventually Hardy regained his composure, chewed his gum and walked towards the cellar door where Maya was being held. Jane kept his eyes fixed on the gun as Hardy scraped open the door, revealing a damp, dark and foul smelling wine cellar which contained nothing but a yellowing mattress and a terrified girl. Jane was so fixed on the big, black gun pointed at him that he hadn't noticed Hardy motion to Maya to come out of the putrid room.
"You stand there, don't move."
Maya stood silent in the corner of the basement, furthest away from the hatch leading up to the house, fresh air and freedom.
Hardy stepped towards Jane.
"Now you, my friend, are a bit more of a trouble. Put your hands on your head."
Jane glared into Hardy's cold, grey eyes.
"Don't you dare call me your friend…"
Hardy stared back, pulled his handcuffs off from his belt and pulled Jane's arms behind his back, cuffing them with little resistance. Jane didn't want any conflict, Lisbon would save him. He was sure.
Hardy motioned to Maya to walk up the damp wooden stairs, whilst pushing Jane forward in front of him and gently resting the muzzle of his gun in the small of Jane's back. Maya repeatedly looked back at Jane on the slow, forced walk to Hardy's truck, her tear stained eyes pleading with him to help. Jane stared at the floor; he couldn't bear this, he couldn't do it. How could he stop Hardy? Even if he was a cop and could get the gun off Hardy, he couldn't move his hands, it was impossible. He needed Lisbon. He needed Lisbon to save him as she'd always done. Where was she?