Author's notes: Thank you for those who were kind enough to review. Also for the new followers. Be warned there is mild torture in this chapter.

It takes considerable effort for Jane to hold his head erect. His body is severely weakened from his lack of nourishment and the water forced down his throat was an insufficient amount to be of any worth. But he's determined not to be bowed at their first meeting. He wants to know who his abuser is and get a take on what he's up against. His face aches and his throat hurts but he looks at the brute squarely in the eye.

"Hi."

The mouth in front of him breaks in to a smile revealing two rows of yellow and brown uneven teeth.

"I've waited a long time for this. You don't know what a pleasure it is to finally have you here at my mercy."

Jane peers closely at him, taking note of the deranged look in his eyes with a sinking heart, but the face isn't familiar to him.

"Do I know you?"

"Not really Mr. Jane, but our paths have crossed."

Jane blinks to clear his vision, as it's becoming blurry and studies him some more. They're maybe something about him that stirs in his memory palace. Jane know it's important for him to figure out where and how their paths have crossed.

"I'm sorry I can't quite remember where."

His captor stands and lays a hand on his shoulder.

"No need to worry about that just yet. I want to perform a demonstration for you and then you need to eat – get your strength up. It'll be more fun that way."

Jane has an ominous, sickening feeling in his stomach, at his words. As the man moves behind him, he tries to see, but he's soon in his blind spot. The noise tells him, he's in the metal container again. He hears footsteps and the man's standing directly behind him. All in a fraction of a second, Jane feels something cold on his shoulder, followed by a click and then a tremendous burst of pain that has him crying out. His captor bursts into a laughter and as Jane struggles with the pain, he moves into view and Jane feels sick as he looks at the nail gun dangling from his hand.

"That was delightful Mr. Jane. Now for something to eat."

His captor places the nail gun on his chair, and goes into the kitchen, leaving Jane to stare at it.

Jane's shoulder feels like it's on fire. Every fiber of his being is screaming at him to run, to get away. Adrenalin's coursing through his body, increasing his agony. He shakes his head against it, arches his back trying to break the tape. Soon the futility of it saps Jane of the little strength he has. He slumps in the chair, exhaustion taking its hold. He realizes that he needs rest and takes deep calming breaths, concentrating on the task to take his mind away from the pain. His body relaxes taking some of the agony with it. His head's bowed and his eyes close.

He's aware of movement and knows that his tormentor is back. He opens his eyes and raises his head to find him sat back on the chair looking at him. In his hand is bowl of soup, Jane can see a sandwich on the floor next to his feet. Jane balks at the idea of being fed by this man, but knows, that he needs to function better if he's to outwit him and to withstand the torture until that's accomplished.

His captor smiles gleefully at Jane. Dips the spoon in the soup and hold it towards him.

"Open wide Mr. Jane."

His captor returns after taking the empty bowl and plate away with a jug and glass of ice water. He holds the glass against Jane's lips and Jane drinks as much as he can. He's feeling sick eating so much food after days of hunger, but his captor forced it down, when he refused.

"Please, no more."

His captor studies for a moment that nods his head.

"Okay Mr. Jane, that will do."

He pours the jug of water over Jane's head.

"Just cleaning up the dribble and crumbs."

Jane's gasping as the icy water takes his breath away. Jane can hear the man moving around as he sits shivering, his teeth literally chattering. Then he's before him picking up the nail gun that he placed on the floor when he sat down.

"Time for a little more fun and then we'll talk. You seem oblivious to why you're here and I can't have you suffering without fully understanding why."

Jane's ashamed of the tears he can't stop falling as the nails drive into his shoulders. Frustration, and anger battle for center stage as he's helpless to do anything to stop what's happening. His chest is heaving under the duck tape, the sweat pouring into his eyes stings as it mixes with his tears.

"Stop!"

He yells, his voice tearing his throat. A voice is by his left ear.

"Be patient Mr. Jane, soon."

Jane's fingers are uselessly searching for the man, trying to grab him but he keeps himself well back.

"Last one Mr. Jane."

Jane screams as the nail gun's shot three times, rapidly in to the same area. Then he loses his lunch.

It's the third day since Jane went missing. The urgency of the first few hours has been replaced by desperate worry. There's been no word from his captor and no clues to follow. Other agents werepulled on to the case, going through his case files, and his personal files, trying to find something that will help. The list of possibilities is long and traking them down takes time and three days is a long time already. Abbott places a hand on Lisbon's shoulder. She reluctantly tears her eyes away from the notes in front of her, as she's trying to find something that will help get Jane back.

"Come to my office."

"Sir I need to look through these."

"Teresa, I know you're on your fourth time through. Just leave it for a few minutes, the break might help you see things more clearly. I need to talk with you."

Lisbon reluctantly admits that Abbott could be right and pushes her chair away from the table and follows Abbott to his office. Her feet feel as if they're made of lead, she knows her heart is. The pain now, numbing and heavy in her heart. Every minute she's finding it harder to believe that she will get Jane back alive. In her bones she knows something terrible is happening to him, and that nothing she's doing is stopping it.

Abbott appraise's her as she sits down, she knows she looks a mess. She's barely slept or eaten since Jane went missing, her eyes ringed with dark shadows. When was it they'd forced her to shower and change? Maybe yesterday, maybe before then?

"Teresa, can you relate to me the contents of that forensic report you were reading."

She looks at him with a start, it wasn't what she was expecting. Her mind races over the page she's started reading four times but nothing comes to mind. She has no idea what it says. Abbott smiles gently at her.

"That's what I thought. I understand that you want to be doing something to find Jane, but right now you're no good to me and certainly no good to him. I want you to go home, do whatever you need to do so you will be useful to me. We're going to make a public announcement about his disappearance, with a plea for any information."

Abbott halts her impending interruption.

"The investigation's stalled, yes, we have potentials but, I'm not willing to bet Jane's life on them. It's been three days, we need to find him."

She slumps in her chair and nods her head.

"Go home, once this goes live, I expect there will be lots of interest, most of the phone calls will be from nut jobs. You know Jane the best, you know his history, I need you to tell me which one is the real deal. You can't do that in your state."

She rises from her chair.

"Yes boss."

Jane blinks to clear his vision, His captor is back on his chair. He's moved it a little bit further away from him so that his feet are not in Jane's lunch. After he'd thrown up, his captor had laughed and gotten right into his face, Jane saw his hand come up and braced himself for more violence, but he'd gently wiped dribble off Jane's chin with his finger, he'd looked at it and then at Jane, and at that moment Jane understood, this man's deranged, he's unhinged, he's insane… and he also remembered where he's seen him before.