Disclaimer: I obviously don't own the mentalist and make no money from this

Author's Note: The bank they refer to is made up and also thank you to everyone who read and/or reviewed the last chapter.

Lisbon opened her eyes and groaned as she remembered what had happened, the guys in the van with machine guns then someone must have knocked her out and now she was here. It was a old dusty room with no furniture, the only things worth noting was the fan swivelling above her head and Jane who was beside her. His hands were tied behind his back too but he looked pretty rough.

"Jane," she whispered, thinking now would be the perfect time to escape as she could see no guards.

"Jane," she whispered again and nudged him with her shoulder, he flinched and suddenly seemed wide awake.

"Come on, now's our chance to escape,"

"No, Lisbon this room has no windows and the only door is being guarded by two of those guys with machine guns,"

"No there isn't!"

"On the other side, I saw them when brought me in here," he hissed quietly, "and keep your voice down or they'll know we're awake,"

"I suppose you know that because you're psychic?"

"No, I saw them when they brought me in here. They beat me in another room for a while before they brought me in here. One guy seems to hate me for some reason but they seem like mercenaries." Lisbon felt a pang of sympathy.

"How many guys?"

"Five that I saw, including the guy who waved us over. But I think there's more and their leader wasn't among them. I think they are planning a heist or possibly a terrorist attack," Lisbon nodded then turned as someone entered the room, he was a middle aged man with iron grey but sharp intelligent eyes. He was flanked by two guys with machine guns, one of which was the guy they'd pulled over to help. They were all wearing dark clothing. Jane was right, they all looked like mercenaries.

"Good afternoon Agent Lisbon and Mr. Jane," Lisbon hoped the old guy was telling the truth, if it was afternoon her team would probably start wondering where they were.

"Don't worry Agent Lisbon, your team won't believe your alive," he grinned cruelly at her.

"That explains it!" Jane exclaimed happily, prompting all eight shocked eyes to stare at him.

"Explains what?" asked the leader, who'd knelt down in front of them.

"Why you took our stuff, not the cell phones obviously but my wedding ring and Lisbon's necklace," Lisbon quickly looked and saw he was right, her cross and his ring were gone, "you are going to fake our deaths, so that no one will look for us."

"You are very bright Mr. Jane, brighter than I gave you credit for, yes that is indeed my plan. And as for you two, you are going to help me rob a bank-"

"We are federal agents we are not going to help you break the law!" Lisbon yelled outraged.

"I'm not," Jane chimed in.

"Shut up Jane, you are not helping!" this was not the time for him to act stupid, there was no way she -or Jane- were going to help them.

"That's what I thought," his evil grin returned, "but what if I said if you didn't there'd be consequences..."

"Like what?" Lisbon asked quietly feeling less sure of herself.

"Well, I'll start by chopping up Mr. Jane here into pieces. Bit by bit and you can watch. It's amazing how long a person can survive, and if you still won't co-operate... I believe its three brothers you have? James, Matthew and Christopher, was it?" Lisbon's blood ran cold, it both surprised and scared her that he knew their names.

The other man, whom Lisbon didn't recognize came down beside Jane and pulled his hands in front of him, then he withdrew a knife, a brand new sharp shiny knife, and held it beside Jane's thumb.

"Hey, hey, can't we talk about this?" Jane sounded panicked. The man moved the knife backwards and forwards ready to cut off Jane's thumb, Lisbon was terrified for him but still didn't want to help them-

"Cut it off," at the leader's words, Jane's eyes squeezed shut and the man with the knife smiled and brought it forward again...

"NO! No, don't hurt him, I'll help you, I'll help you!" Lisbon cried out and the knife stopped beside his thumb, a small trickle of blood falling from where the knife had almost severed him thumb. Jane let out a sigh of relief as the man sheathed the knife. Lisbon started to breathe again, feeling like she'd just ran a race.

"Excellent, now what I need you to do is..."

Author's Note: Sorry the chapter's so short, had to end it then and unfortunately probably won't be able to update for almost a week. Sorry, will try make next chapter longer though