[Well, I'm back and here's the next update. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I had writing it!]
2 DAYS AGO
It was a boring event which Jane regretted agreeing to attend. The ballroom of the country club was filled with rich pompous aristocrats, the kind which irritated Jane so. Jane stepped out a side door and onto the lawn. The sun was just setting and the air was stifling. Jane took off his coat and hooked it on a finger over his shoulder.
Inside, Lisbon was also at the event and she soon realized that Jane was missing. Lisbon excused herself from the group she was talking to, explaining to them about CBI. The event was a charity drive that was raising money for a number of beneficiaries including CBI.
Lisbon walked past a window and looked out, seeing Jane strolling away. Lisbon sighed and started to move towards the door leading out to the lawn. Hightower had instructed the two of them to be on their best behavior and Lisbon had to keep an eye on Jane and make sure he didn't have anything up his sleeves to jeopardize the event.
Jane spotted a black van parked along the lines of vehicles in the drive way. It was obviously out of place compared to all the other sports cars there. Curious, Jane walked over to it.
Before he got any closer, the door of the van opened and out jumped 2 masked men, grabbing Jane while he tried to resist. They pushed him into the van and the driver punched the accelerator, speeding off. Jane never even got the chance to shout for help.
Lisbon came out the door just in time to see Jane being pushed into a van. Lisbon kicked off her heels and raced across the lawn but was too late. In mere seconds, the van was crashing through the wooden barricade at the gates and was out of sight.
Lisbon pulled out her phone from her clutch and made the call for assistance. Absent-mindedly, Lisbon bent down and picked up the coat Jane had dropped on the drive way while still on the phone. When she was done, Lisbon turned and saw a crowd had gathered in the lawn behind her. Sighing inwardly, Lisbon knew she had her work cut out for her and a lot of explaining to do.
When Jane was thrown into the van, and the door slammed shut as the van sped off, the two men quickly gagged his mouth against his protests and blind folded him. His hands were tied behind his back and Jane was forced to lie quietly on the floor.
The uncomfortable ride lasted long enough for Jane's right arm to fall asleep as he was made to lie on one side. When the van pulled to a stop at last, the three abductors got out and dragged Jane with them.
Throughout, Jane never heard them say a word and he was groaning as the blood rushed back into his arm, giving him pins and needles.
"Quiet," demanded a rough voice as Jane felt a hand slap the back of his head. He kept quiet.
Jane was made to walk over some foliage and the rustle and snaps of the leaves and twigs underfoot was loud in the silence.
After a few paces, Jane's foot kicked something and he stumbled, falling onto some wooden steps. Jane heard an evil chuckle and was pulled to his feet. One of the abductors guided Jane up some steps and into a rundown shack.
Inside, the four were confronted by a fifth person. Jane heard the steady footsteps of his fourth abductor walking towards him. Since he was blind folded, Jane had no idea what the person was doing. Studying him no doubt, he thought.
"What the… Who is this?" asked the man.
"He's the one you wanted us to get," answered one of the original abductors.
Suddenly, Jane felt the gag being ripped out of his mouth. "Thank you," said Jane, flexing his jaw to relieve some tension.
"Are you Matthews?" demanded a male voice, getting in close to Jane's face and he could smell the cheap beer in the breath. When Jane didn't answer straight away, he was grabbed by the lapels of his shirt.
"What's your name?" hissed the male again.
"I'm not Matthews. I'm Jane," answered Jane.
Jane heard a snicker to his right and he felt himself being shaken. "Are you trying to be funny?" snorted the male.
"No. You must have gotten the wrong guy. I'm not Matthews. I'm Patrick Jane," said Jane.
Jane was roughly pushed down into a chair and he felt hands patting his vest pockets and his pass being drawn out.
"CBI. Hell! You got the wrong guy you idiots," cussed the male, throwing the pass at one of his accomplices.
"He looked a lot like Matthews," mumbled another male voice.
"But he's not. Plan's got to be changed," said the male.
Jane heard four sets of footsteps walking out the door and he twisted round in his seat, "Obviously you got the wrong guy here. Why not let me go?"
The door slammed and there was silence. "I promise I won't tell!" shouted Jane. He sat expectantly for a moment but when there was no other noise, his shoulders slumped and he tired to loosen his bonds by moving his hands and feet.
[Oh, it sure took me a while to squeeze out the details for the kidnapping! Phew, it was much easier having it run through my head than writing it.]
