Scarlett Ice
Mentalist
Angst/Suspense (H/C)
Jane/OC
AU
A/N;
This story was written for a roleplay forum, but then I decided to put it up here too.
It's complete AU with mystery elements.
Read an enjoy! And don't forget to leave a review:)
Chapter 1
He was freezing. He felt frozen to the bone and his teeth clattered a bit.
It's been two hours now since he was sitting there, in complete darkness, without any idea how he got there first place.
Apart from cold and dark he registered one more thing- a person in the corner.
Pulling all his skills together Jane had discovered couple things. They were locked in a freezer truck or container, most likely truck, considering the space wasn't too big.
The other person has been laying there for some time longer since the only sound coming from the figure in the corner was shaky breathing.
The other thing that crossed consultant's knowledge was the fact his head was uncomfortably throbbing, to let out much heavier descriptions. After gently touching around his painful head and with a little help from his still-alive-but-out-of-reach phone Patrick Jane saw blood on his palm. He was either hit twice on the head or it happened some other way because not only his left temple but back of his head now sported ugly, bleeding gashes.
With a deep sigh blonde man continued to inspect what seemed to look like one very terrible prison for both men.
There weren't anything much to go by. Some empty boxes and ice all around. The damn freezer thing was happily humming it's freezing rhythm, making the temperature stable and too low for anyone's liking if they happened to be inside thing without a key, or help.
Like usual in these situations there wasn't reception.
And like usual the little cell phone couldn't give enough light to see anything much to go by.
So now there was nothing much left than to sit and wait. And maybe try not to freeze to death.
After what seemed like hours, but in fact was just about twenty minutes, Patrick had found some carpet-like looking thing and luckily it was large enough to be placed as some decent mattress to protect still unconscious man, as the small light from his phone confirmed, from cold floor. It wasn't much but better than before. Now there were enough cartoon boxes left around to create something that pretty much looked like makeshift blanket. If not for both then at least the other poor thing will get some tiny bit of warmth, if any at all.
And, after what felt like another hour or two, but in fact was only another twenty something minutes, still unconscious person was neatly wrapped into cartoon and hopefully warmer than while ago.
As for Patrick, there wasn't much the man could do in given situation. Wrapping himself tighter into his jacket, man stuck to strict pacing schedule, stopping only when dizziness threatened to take him down.
But despite his tries to keep himself from complete freezing Patrick's brain started to feel more sluggish than before, and he suspected it wasn't much to do with head injury.