Thanks for all the lovely reviews for Chapter 1 :) Keep 'em coming! Here is the second chapter. You might think some of it is a bit disgusting, but I'm trying to make it as realistic as possible:) I hope you enjoy it :)

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N xxx

Chapter 2: Day 1

The first thing Janet notices is the cold of the concrete floor beneath her. She slowly sits up, frowning as her head throbs painfully. Looking around her, she notices that they are in a circular concrete room. All the walls and the floor are painted baby blue. The room is tall and at the top she can just see the glow of a blue light bulb. It was like some sort of silo. And there was no way out.

"Jan?" Rachel's voice echoes from across the room. As she squints over at her colleague she realises they have both been stripped to their underwear. Despite their current situation Janet suddenly feels self conscious in her plain white bra and comfort knickers as Rachel is wearing a lacy black balcony bra and matching thong and looks absolutely gorgeous.

"Rach," Janet croaks back. "We've been captured. There's no way out." Rachel's bottom lip begins to wobble. "But," Janet adds quickly. "Gill knew where we were going, so we will be ok. Just need to wait it out, ok?"

Rachel sniffs and nods. "It's bloody freezing in here. How long have we been here?"

Janet holds up her bare arm. "They took all our jewellery. I think only a couple of hours though. I've grazed my knees and they haven't scabbed over yet."

"Are you sure there's no way out?" Rachel says, unsteadily standing up. "There must be a way out otherwise how could we get in?" She starts slowly walking the perimeter of the room, her fingers sliding across the walls to find a door or some way they could get out.

"There's no point Rach, Leanne and Trixie never found a way out. There's probably a door up there," she points the the ceiling. "But we can't see it because of the light. Come on, sit down. Gill will be here soon."

"You're right," she sighs. "Or Andy might come to rescue you," she taunts.

"Or Kevin," Janet teases back.

"Kevin!" Rachel repeats incredulously. She sinks down next to Janet. "Sorry, but I think he's more the annoying little brother than knight in shining armour."

"I think he's got a soft spot for you," Janet says.

Rachel laughs, shaking her head. "I don't think so. God I need a fag." She runs a hand through her hair.

"Maybe this few hours will do you good," Janet smiles. "The first step to quitting."

"Or just make me incredibly short tempered and grumpy."

"Yeah, most likely," Janet laughs. They are silent for a couple of minutes.

"Jan," Rachel starts quietly. "What do you think we're meant to do when we need the toilet?"

"Can't you hold it? We'll be out in a couple of hours."

"But if we don't get out. There's no toilet in here and I'm- I've got the decorators in."

Janet suddenly feels a wave of despair at what they will have to face if they don't get out of here in the next 24 hours. Her eyes scan the room and she spots something on the floor on the other side of the room. She stands up, groaning as her knees crack. She is slightly wobbly as she walks across the room.

"Rach, its bread and water," Janet calls. Rachel jogs over to her. There is a loaf of bread and two jugs of water. 'This is your lot' is scrawled on a scrap of paper next to it.

Rachel catches Janet's wrist as she reaches for the loaf of bread. "I think they mean it," she says, nodding towards the paper.

"It doesn't matter, we won't be here that long," Janet smiles.

"Well, I don't think we should take any chances, just in case. Just eat when hungry, drink when thirsty, and not too much. We don't even know if we're still in Manchester. Even if they arrest Bilson, that still doesn't mean they'll find us. And he's probably not working alone, how could he get us both here if he was?"

Janet sighs. "Ok," she counts the slices in her head. "How about half a slice each a day and 3 mouthfuls of water?"

"Ok. Janet, I'm wearing a tampon, it's been in more than 7 hours, I really need to take it out," Rachel says, her voice slightly panicky and her cheeks have gone slightly red.

"How about we have the furthest place away from the food for all the yucky stuff. Over there," she points to where they were just sitting.

Rachel goes over and Janet looks away, her cheeks threatening to give away how her best friend had begun to make her feel. She didn't know what was wrong with her. Maybe she was having a mid life crisis. Whatever it was, Rachel Bailey was occupying her thoughts more and more and she didn't know how to stop it.

Hours passed and still Rachel and Janet were trapped in the Blue Room. They couldn't even hear anything from outside. They had both given up trying to hold their bladders and the room now had the sharp smell of urine hanging in the air making it hard for them to breathe properly. Rachel had produced her spare key from her bra and they had spent the last hour or so scratching games of noughts and crosses into the wall. Janet had suggested they eat half of their daily rations an hour or so before sleeping to avoid being woken up by hunger during the night, and spread the rest out over the day.

"How do you know so much about rationing food and all that?" Rachel finally asks. "I mean, like chewing it loads to feel fuller and avoiding hunger pains?"

Janet looks down at her half eaten piece of bread. "I uh, you know all that stuff with Veronica Hastings?"

"Yeah."

"Well you know that I was the last person to see her alive and as I got into my teen years I started to feel guilty about that and I struggled a bit with erm, PTSD and anorexia for a couple of years. But then I got better and decided to join up - for Veronica. And it did good, we caught him in the end, didn't we?"

"Yeah after her nearly killed you though," Rachel sighs. "Bastard."

Janet nibbles at her bread. Then suddenly the light in the room goes out, and the room is black.

"Do you think that our cue to go to sleep?" Janet says quietly.

"I guess it is," Rachel sighs again. "I'm gonna save the last of my bread for tomorrow; I don't feel like eating anyway."

"Me neither," Janet feels around for the loaf of bread and puts her and Rachel's scraps next to it. Janet lies down on the cold hard floor and Rachel shuffles up next to her.

"It's freezing Jan, do you mind?" She whispers.

"No," Janet whispers back. Rachel cuddles up to her, putting her arms around Janet and she does the same, ignoring her body's reaction to the contact.

Minutes pass then Rachel speaks.

"This is bad, isn't it?" She sniffs. "We're not going to get out of this." She wipes her cheek with the back of her hand.

"We are, we're going to be fine," Janet says forcefully, refusing to believe for one second that they wouldn't be out and she'd be home to her girls in no time. She had to be. They couldn't be without her. She feels Rachel nod against her.

"Yeah, I'm just being daft," she whispers. And soon they are both sound asleep.