The clock Anders had placed on the small table in the corner of the room was ticking loudly. Lisbon glanced over at it, knowing her time was running short. Anders would be back in less than an hour with his trusty camera and god only knew what else to finish her off.

She was beyond exhausted, her body was cut, twisted and broken, and her broken ribs were making it harder and harder to breathe. As much as her body wanted to succumb to defeat and let a blissful darkness fall over her, Lisbon's mind still refused to give up.

She glanced over at the clock again and carefully lifted her left hand causing the chain that was attached to the shackle around her wrist to rattle. Biting down on her lower lip, Lisbon took in her surroundings for the billionth time, now more than well adjusted to the darkness. She moved her left hand again and listened as the chain rattled again.

A thought suddenly came to her. Ander's had his back to her and was cleaning off one of the hunting knives he just used and was preparing a syringe because the drugs were wearing off. Lisbon cringed at that part of the memory, but quickly moved on. She remembered finding enough strength to shift her body up into a rag doll like sitting position. She had placed her left hand over her stomach in an attempt to stop the blood that was seeping out. She remembered being huddled in the corner and when she moved her hand the chain was pulled tight, to it's limit. It was wrapped around the pipe on the other side of the room. Lisbon remembered the pipe groaning in protest.

Lisbon snapped back to the present. She knew what she had to do and prayed like hell it would work. She slowly but surely began inching along the wall to the other side of the room, the chains following along behind her. When she finally made it she heaved herself against the wall and hissed at the jolts of pain that shot through her. Her body was telling her that she needed to rest, that she had to stop straining her wounds, but hearing the incessant and mocking ticking of the clock, Lisbon was not going to stop now. There wasn't any time.

Bringing her wrists together, Lisbon brought them to her chest. She allowed herself the smallest smile when the chains lifted off the concrete floor and formed two tight lines. They were at their limit. If she could get her hands free she could easily and quickly free her feet as well.

Lisbon drew in a deep breath and placed her hands back down in her lap. She brought her wrists up to her chest again, this time pulling harder and faster. The pipe on the ground that the chains were wrapped around made another groaning noise. Lisbon focused. She repeated the same action of pulling her wrists to her chest only this time she did it even harder and faster and didn't stop to take a break. She kept doing it, not caring that her arms were shaking with pain. She breathed in and out as steadily as possible. The pipe was groaning even louder and as the chains were being stretched to their limit over and over the pipe slowly began to pull from the wall.

...

"Where is she?" Jane asked as Anders pointed the gun at him.

Anders let out an amused chuckle and casually swung the gun around.

"Patience Mr. Jane."

Jane knew she was still alive, but despite that he only allowed himself feel the slightest bit of relief. He still had no idea what condition Lisbon was in or how bad off she was.

"Where is she?" Jane repeated again, his voice filled with venom.

Anders checked his wrist watch and then looked back over to Jane. "Patience! Patrick, don't worry. You'll be seeing her very soon. You see Mr. Jane, I had no doubt that you would eventually figure out where I was. I'm guessing you even remember who I am. In fact I was counting on it. Despite being an arrogant piece of dirt you are a very smart and resourceful man. I'll give you that much. I find it quite poetic that the woman you love will die and this time, you'll be here to watch. I only wish he could be here as well." Ander's said wistfully.

"You're pathetic." Jane spat out and the expression of relaxed mirth instantly disappeared from Ander's face. "You think Red John would actually be impressed by all of this? He would have found it sad and amusing. He would have told you to get some god damned originality. He would have thought you were the most pitiful and worthless piece of garbage he ever had the misfortune to lay his eyes on." Jane knew this was Ander's weak spot. He needed to shake him up, catch him off guard. He needed to do something, anything to buy more time until the team found him.

Jane felt the butt of the gun connect with his stomach and the wind was knocked from him. He fell to his knees, hunched over.

"You know nothing!" Ander's yelled with fury in his eyes. "You know nothing."

He raised the gun again and smacked Jane across the face with it, causing him to fall onto his side. Blood was gushing from Jane's nose and he coughed raggedly.

"I know you're just a pathetic little man who will forever be living in the shadow of a sick bastard who wouldn't even spit on you."

Ander's let out a harsh unamused laugh and pointed the gun at Jane's head. "You know nothing." He said softly, his finger wrapping around the trigger.

Jane tensed waiting for the loud noise of the gun, waiting for the bullet. He stared into Ander's furious dark brown eyes and confusion ran through Jane as he saw Ander's eyes suddenly dull. Ander's mouth fell open and the arm holding the gun fell limply to his side. Jane let his eyes travel downwards and saw a large blood stain begin forming on Ander's chest through his light blue dress shirt. Ander's eyes went completely lifeless and he slumped down the ground landing right next to Jane.

Jane's eyes went wide and something more than just joy, relief, shock, amazement, and love filled him. He couldn't describe it. Lisbon stood before him, holding a jagged rusty pipe in her hands. The top of it was covered in Ander's blood.

Jane took in Lisbon's appearance. She was covered in dirt and blood and she was so pale. She only had on her button up top and he could see her shaky bruised legs that were covered in cuts and dried blood. The top she was wearing was stained in blood as well, and her bottom lip was split open. Her wrists and ankles still had shackles around them with the chains trailing behind.

She wiped her bangs out of her face and dropped the pipe to the ground next to Ander's. She used her left foot to nudge Ander's body. "Son of a bitch." She said in a cold scratchy voice. "What are you doing here?" She asked Jane.

"I... I came to save you." Jane said, and as soon as the words left his mouth he realized just how stupid they sounded.

"How long have you known me?" Lisbon asked, and Jane could have sworn he heard the smallest bit of teasing in her tone. "I've never really been one for the whole damsel in distress thing."

Jane felt a breathy laugh escape him. Lisbon closed her eyes and swallowed hard. She finally let the relentless exhaustion and pain consume her. Jane watched as she fell to the ground in a heap. He shot up and was on his knees by her side in less then a second. Jane scooped her up into his arms and held onto her tightly. Hot tears began to freely fall down his face.

"Jane? Jane!" Cho's voice called out from somewhere in the distance.

"We're over here!" Jane finally answered.

He brought Lisbon closer to him and stared at her unconscious face. He watched as his tears fell down and gently landed on Lisbon's cheeks.

"She's here." Jane said quietly, to himself.

TBC