Hiiiii :) *guilty smile* soooo I haven't updated this in.. well, forever (well, about 5/6 months) but I am back! I will try to update this more, I promise!

I hope you all like this! I wrote it in the car today (about 10 hours in the car in all today, joy…) and I hope there arn't too many mistakes! Well, please review and let me know if I should continue!

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Chapter 2

He left her hanging there. Her pants lay on the ground beneath her but he had pulled her underwear back up before leaving with the other men. Jane raced up to her as soon as they let him go. He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly and stroking her hair.

"It'll be okay, it'll be okay," he lifted her up to loosen the grip the chains had on her wrists and slid her hands out, draping her over his shoulder as he undid the chains around her ankles. She still lay lifeless in his arms as he sat onto the floor and cradled her in his arms. He hugged her to him, rocking back and forth, trying to comfort both of them. She finally stirred, whimpering slightly as she moved. Jane watched as her eyes began to flutter. He spoke softly to her, "it's okay," he stroked her cheek. Her eyes soon opened and focused onto his face. She looked confused and she instantly looked down at her bare legs. Her eyes opened wide and she started to sit up quickly, only to be stopped by a sharp pain in her head and she fell back into Jane's arms.

"Jane?" she moaned. He picked up his jacket that was laying on the floor beside them and pulled it over her legs.

"Don't worry, you're okay. We'll be okay." he said, more to himself than the trembling Lisbon in his arms.

"What... where..." she looked around, confused and scared.

"Shhh... don't talk. Just stay still for a while." he let her bury her head into his arms. She obviously was in a lot of pain, otherwise she would have struggled out of his arms and yelled at him for holding her like that in the first place. They sat together for a while, Jane running his hands through her hair comfortingly until he found his hand covered in something red and sticky. He felt around her hair more, not finding any fresh blood but blood matted throughout her hair. He figured it had bled when she first hit her head, luckily it wasn't bleeding any more. After a while of sitting stilly on the floor, he finally lifted her into his arms and carried her towards where her pants lay on the floor, spreading his jacket onto the floor with one hand and laying her down on top of it.

"Jane," Lisbon called out, her head swaying side to side.

"I'm here, I'm just helping get your pants back on so you won't be so cold." he grabbed her pants and slid her legs into them, gently pulling them up, feeling uncomfortable touching his boss in this way. He finally got them on all the way and buttoned them. Jane sat on the ground again and pulled Lisbon back onto his lap. He didn't know what time it was, but he could feel his eyes begin to close. As he lay back, he made sure Lisbon was comfortably laying by his side before drifting off into a deep sleep, praying to god someone would find them soon. Who knew what else Red John had in store for his two favourite play things.

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Jane woke up a few hours later, or at least it felt it, he really had no idea. Lisbon was still by his side, but she was curled up now, leaning into him as she shivered in the cold. He sat up slowly, careful not to wake Lisbon. Leaning over, he pulled his jacket over her arms. Jane stood and walked across the room. And back. And across. And back. Pacing back and forth, trying to calm himself. What were they going to do? Where were they? How were they supposed to get out? Just then, the chains on the opposite side of the door began to rattle and it soon swung open and Red John stepped in, his eyes falling first on Jane but setting on Lisbon who lay curled on the floor.

"Aw you took care of her." he smiled coldly, "That's cute."

"Why are you doing this to her? She hasn't done anything to you. If you want to hurt me, hurt me, but leave her." Jane said, rushing to Lisbon's side as she began to stir.

"I'm doing this for two reasons. One, it is hurting you, isn't it? You care about her, seeing her in pain probably is hurting you more than I could ever do to you. And two, I enjoyed that. A lot. Why not satisfy myself in the process?" he sounded possessed as his spoke, who could ever enjoy causing this much pain? He was obviously anything but human. Red John stepped closer to the two on the floor, and Jane stepped in between Red John and Lisbon.

"Don't you dare touch her again." Jane said forcibly. Red John laughed.

"You think you are going to stop me? Ha, stupid man." he pulled a switch blade from his back pocket, holding it to Jane's neck, "Now step aside, unless you want to see what magic I can do with a knife." he smiled, his eyes forming into two small slits. Jane stood his ground.

"Go ahead. You will not lay another hand on her as long as I am still breathing." Jane's heart pounding, but he knew Red John wouldn't kill him. Not there, not like that. He was an artist, he wouldn't risk loosing his chance to kill Jane the way he wanted to just to be able to get to Lisbon. Red John turned away towards the door, but turned back and spoke over his shoulder.

"Oh you think you've won." he laughed as he walked out, slamming the door behind him and Jane could hear the lock click back on the chain. Lisbon woke suddenly at the loud slam and began to sit up again.

"Shhhh..." Jane held his hands under her shoulders so if she were to suddenly collapse again, she wouldn't slam onto the cold, hard floor. Her breathing was heavy and she held her head with one of her hands.

"Where-?" her eyes were glazed as she looked around the empty room.

"Red John, he got us at the Miller's. Remember? We were following a lead..." he attempted to jog her memory. Her eyes widened, she obviously remembered.

"My head?" she was obviously still unable to form complete sentences. Jane pulled her hand off her head and began looking at the wound. Her hair was crusted with dried blood, but her wound didn't look too bad.

"You hit your head. Well, Red John pushed you, and..."

"No, I remember that." she seemed to be gathering herself quickly, and began to stand up, protesting to Jane's offered help. She was wobbly at first but soon seemed to be okay as she went. She walked to where she had been chained, looking at the red spot on the wall where her head had hit.

"Lisbon?" Jane stood and walked towards her.

"I'm fine Jane." she snapped. He walked closer to her, turning her to face him. He tipped her head up to look her in the eyes. Her face was set tightly at first. The first to go were her eyes. They began to round and glaze with tears. Then it was her lips as they began to quiver, no matter how tightly she held them together. Then her entire face dropped and she struggled to fight back her cries and Jane pulled her into a hug. He let her cry into his shirt and he stroked her hair, whispering that they would be okay. She reached her arms around him and held him tighter, gripped fistfuls of his shirt into her hands. He felt her body wrack and he rubbed her back. They stood there in the silence for a few minutes before lowering to the floor, where Jane still held Lisbon close to him and she still gripped onto him for dear life.

"What are we going to do?" she cried softly into his shirt.

"We are going to stay strong and we are going to survive this." he replied, more of a prayer than an answer. She nodded into him as he added, "We need to."

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