Okay, I'm a dirty hypocrite. I know I said that I wasn't going to continue this, but I couldn't leave it hanging. Sorry to anyone who wanted it left alone or who wanted to finish it themselves. I'm not even sure how this turned out. This is sort of a read at your own risk thing. ALSO! I've been considering changing this to M, because it's kind of graphic. I'd really appreciate some input on that from you lovely people. Alright, I'll leave you alone now. I don't own.
Lisbon could no longer hear Jane's frantic calls over the roar of her blood rushing through her veins. The knife was beginning to feel like a dead weight in her hand. It didn't matter, though. Because as long as she kept cutting, she was keeping Jane safe. Another cut; what was it? Number twelve? Thirteen? The first ones had stopped bleeding, but her whole arm was swollen and covered in blood. A sharp flash of pain made her involuntarily drop the knife onto the floor with a loud clatter.
"Lisbon! Don't you dare pick that up! You have to stop, please!" Jane wouldn't stop begging, near hysterical.
"Mr. Jane, if I have to tell you one more time to be quiet, I will make sure Agent Lisbon pays for it dearly. Do you understand?" The man, who had been watching from the corner of the room with a sick satisfaction and a gun pointed at Jane, stepped forward and plucked the knife off of the concrete floor. He straightened with a grunt and set the blade on Lisbon's lap.
"There you go. You don't look too good, my dear." He pushed against the bottom of Lisbon's chin, forcing her head up. Her eyes were blank, cheeks wet from tears of pain, and her skin was ghostly pale.
"Probably because you're making her torture herself to death!" Jane screamed, thrashing against his restraints.
The man flinched in anger before snatching the knife out of Lisbon's lap and drawing the blade across her right cheek with a flick of his wrist. Lisbon gasped in pain and mustered up enough strength to bring her unbound hand up to her face.
"Oh, god, Lisbon. I'm sorry." Jane's eyes widened even more. Her beautiful face, marred by his doing. He felt worse than dirt.
"I hope in the future you'll try harder to obey my orders, like lovely Agent Lisbon has been doing so well."
Lisbon, who had weakly dropped her head, raised it again at the sound of her name. Jane choked out a sob when he saw her face; the whole right side covered in dark red blood.
"Your arm seems a little worse for wear. How about we switch things up a little, hmm?" The man tossed the blood-soaked knife across the floor and picked up a pitcher of water from a small table behind him.
"It must hurt, yes? Not the arm, no, though I can imagine it's not pleasant." He slowly circled Lisbon's chair. Her head fell forward again, and Jane could see her struggling to take a breath. He wanted so badly to shout out, demand her to stop, scream until his lungs collapsed, but he wouldn't dare for fear of her suffering the consequences. Instead he watched silently, eyes flitting between his best friend and the man who was currently making her life a living hell.
"I can't imagine how it must tear you up inside. Loving a man who's in love with a ghost? It must be awful." He watched with twisted glee as Lisbon forced herself to look up, before she smirked slightly and bent her head, spitting blood onto his Timberlands. The man's face morphed into one of outrage, and the affectionate air he held towards her vanished. His hand slapped against her injured cheek, and she choked out a groan of pain.
"You bitch. No one can blame him for not loving you. Why would he want ugly, boring old agent Lisbon when he has a beautiful wife? You're wasting your time pining for a man who will never return your feelings. You're just a toy, a puppet for him. You're nothing."
With his final words the man lifted the pitcher he'd been holding and poured around a third of the water over Lisbon's injured arm. Her eyes widened milliseconds before a strangled scream left her mouth. Her left arm writhed against the leather straps and her right clawed at the bloody mess, trying to stop the water from entering her numerous cuts.
For a few moments Jane couldn't comprehend the ocean-y smell, or why she was in so much pain, before he finally forced his foggy brain to put it together and realized that the water had held gratuitous amounts of salt.
"Does it hurt?" The man screamed, before dunking his hand into the pitcher and slapping Lisbon across the face again. It was the straw that broke the agent's back, and Lisbon slumped forward, shaking from the overwhelming pain. She was still somewhat satisfied, though. She couldn't even imagine how she would feel if this had happened to Jane. She was still saving him, protecting him. As weak as she was, she had to be strong.
"I'm done for now." The man roughly strapped Lisbon's right arm back down, before curling his hand around the gold chain on her neck and yanking. He began walking back towards the steel door in the corner, pausing at Jane's chair.
The consultant didn't acknowledge the man's presence, but instead kept his eyes on Lisbon, consumed by bone-deep guilt. He only broke his stare when the man dropped Lisbon's cross onto Jane's lap.
"Look at what you've done." The man went to exit the room, but stopped in the doorway.
"Not a word out of you." He pointed his finger in Jane's direction before swinging the door shut with a resounding slam.
...yeah. So, I'm maybe considering continuing this, but if it's just a hot mess of God-knows-what, I won't bother. Please let me know either way. Reviews are like Jane smiles :)