[Here's the next chapter. It isn't very long either since I try not to be too long winded. But I promise the kidnapping chapter(s) will be longer. I'm working on it :D ]

Later in the afternoon, when Lisbon and Jane were discharged, Rigsby was waiting by the car to pick them up. Jane had a slight limp and had to lean on Lisbon for support. Lisbon deposited him in the back seat and fastened her seat belt in the passenger seat while Rigsby drove off.

Along the drive, Rigsby and Lisbon discussed about Jane's recent abduction in low tones as they noticed Jane had drifted off to sleep in the back.

"Jane must still be exhausted to be sleeping so much," whispered Rigsby, glancing at the rear view mirror.

"Must be the pain killers he was given before leaving the hospital," reasoned Lisbon. "We should drop him off at his place first."

"Will do boss," answered Rigsby as he made a turn towards Jane's house. "You think we will need to arrange for protection for Jane? I mean, in case his abductors came back?"

"We would need to but I'll bet Jane wouldn't agree to it," said Lisbon, deep in thought. "Jane will try every trick in the book to try and get away if he knew there is someone watching over him. Besides, it'll be for tonight. He's expected to be back at work tomorrow."

"We're here," said Rigsby as he pulled up outside Jane's home. "Nice!"

Everyone on the team knew where Jane lived but no one had actually seen his home before.

"Wake up, Jane," said Lisbon, turning in her seat.

Suddenly, Jane jolted awake, looking around a little dazed. "Oh, you brought me back home."

"Yes, Jane. You're getting the day off but I expect you back in the office tomorrow," said Lisbon.

"I don't need a day off," said Jane but had to cover his mouth has he tried to suppress a yawn.

Lisbon crossed her arms and glared at Jane.

Jane lifted his hands in surrender and got out of the car.

"You need help?" asked Rigsby, calling out the window.

Jane just waved a hand in the air, indicating help was not needed and continued walking towards his door without turning back.

Jane let himself in through the front door and heard the car drive off. Sighing, Jane rubbed his face with his hands and looked at his clothes. Since he didn't have a change of clothes when he was admitted into the hospital, he was discharged in the same sooty clothes he had on the day before. Jane could still detect a faint hint of the smoke on the clothes.

[Didn't describe Jane's house coz I really don't think I can do justice to it. So, readers, let your imagination do some work here!]