I am so sorry I havent written in a long time, life just is very busy. so please be happy I am writing now and not angry I havent written in a while. I will finish this story, don't worry about that. Hope you enjoy
p.s i do not own republic of Doyle

When Leslie entered the first thing she saw was Jake. He had a cut across his jeans and deep in his leg. It was bleeding a lot, soaking his jeans.

"Leslie? What are you doing here?" Jake asked with concern as she dragged in.

Just as Leslie was about to respond Tarrant chuckled.

"Well, well isn't this perfect timing." He said with a smirk.

"Tarrant you let her go, she has nothing to do with this, just let her go" Jake yelled at the man.

"Now Jakie, you are in no position to be making demands. She has everything to do with this. Now that I have you both here I can complete my revenge plan.

"Jake what have you gotten yourself into this time" Leslie asked, sounding disappointed in Jake.

"Leslie I swear, this time I did nothing" Jake said, trying to sound innocent.

"Really? Because it sure looks like you did something" Leslie said to Jake as Tarrant's thugs tied her to a chair next to Jake.

"That's enough out of you too for now." Tarrant said to the pair tied up before him.

Suddenly one of the thug's phones began to ring. He stepped outside to talk on it.

"Why are you framing Jake?" Leslie asked confused.

"Well you see Miss Bennett; I am getting my revenge on both of you, slowly and painfully, until I kill both of you." Tarrant told her with a sinister grin.

Tarrant's thug re-entered the building and whispered in his boss's ear. They mumbled quietly for a moment, then Tarrant gave an exasperated sigh.

Tarrant turned to face Jake and Leslie again, "Well it appears I have something I need to take care of. Luckily for you two it shouldn't affect my plans for you at all."

"Untie them and cover their heads" Tarrant barked at his thugs.

Each thug took a person, and brought them out to a car. Leslie and Jake had no idea where they were going. They had been in the car for about five minutes when it stopped at a new location. Both Leslie and Jake were led through snow to what, best they could tell, appeared to be a small shed of some sort.

Both Leslie and Jake were shoved in and heard the door lock behind them. Both took the bags off their heads, as their hands were not tied. Looking around they could see that they were, in fact, in a small rectangular metal shed with no windows and a secure door.

"Well how are we supposed to get out of this one" Leslie asked Jake.

"Leslie I am so sorry. I never intended for you to be brought into this." Jake said.

"For once Jake I agree with you that this actually wasn't your fault." Leslie said looking at him.

"Okay come on, there has to be a way out of here" Jake said as he started inspecting the walls.

Leslie took a step towards Jake when she felt the phone in her shoe. "I completely forgot" She said as she sat down on one of the few empty crates in the shed and took off her shoe. Jake gave her an odd look as she pulled her shoe off. "I have your phone in my shoe" she said as she pulled it out to show Jake.

"Why do you have my phone?" Jake asked her, still confused.

"I went to check your apartment and bring you in after we had the report that you had assaulted and robbed a man. After you weren't there we searched you apartment for anything useful." Leslie explained.

"You as in the police?" Jake asked.

"Yes me as in the police, why?"

"Well police aren't supposed to keep evidence with them, if I believe correctly." Jake said, making Leslie blush slightly.

"I thought your phone was too you to be thrown in evidence." She said quietly.

Seeing he had made her awkward, Jake quickly switched topics. "Try speed dial 2, it's my dad." Jake told her.

Leslie pushed the button. Mal's phone was ringing, but the reception was awful. Mal picked up, but Leslie couldn't make out much he was saying.

"Jake…Leslie…trouble…worried…idiot…"

"Mal, it's Leslie, were in trouble we need your help, its Tarrant." Was all she got out before the signal was lost.

"What happened?" Jake asked.

"The signal was to poor" Leslie told Jake.

Suddenly they both heard car doors open and close. Jake grabbed the phone, hit something, and then hid it behind an empty crate.

Tarrant came through the door with rope. "Apparently my men didn't understand that you needed to be tied up."

Tarrant's thugs followed him and easily tied Jake and Leslie up.

"Now we should be able to start where we left off." He said with an evil grin.

"But why frame Jake, I still don't understand" Leslie asked.

"Well you see he got a good reputation for helping get me, so I want to ruin that, framing him for mugging someone seemed to be a good plan. And if that doesn't destroy his reputation enough then having it look like he killed you will have to do."

"WHAT" Jake yelled.

"Oh yes I didn't tell you that part. After you watch me kill her I'm going to make it look like you killed her and then killed yourself." Tarrant said while grinning.

Once again a thug's phone rang. He handed the phone to Tarrant, who stepped outside for several minutes.

Tarrant entered and looked at Jake. "Well now it will look like you mugged and killed a man" He said as him and his men started to leave. "But don't worry, we will be back for you again" he said as he locked the door again.

"He really needs to get new help" Jake said as he held up his now free hands and untied his legs.

He moved over to Leslie to untie her hands.

While he was sitting behind her Leslie decided to ask, "So who is number one?"

"What?" Jake asked.

"You said your dad was speed dial number two, who is number one?"

"Uhh, well actually, it's you" he said shyly.

Leslie's heart did a flip flop when she heard this. But once again she reminder herself that this was Jake, don't get too excited. "So what did you do with your phone?" she asked.

"Oh, I have a recorder on it, so we just got everything he said." Jake told her as he finished untying her and picked up the phone from its hiding place.

Back in town Mal was staring at his phone confused. A few minutes ago Jake had phoned, but it had been Leslie instead. The reception was awful but he managed to hear "Help, and Tarrant"

"Des, can you track this call, see where Jake phoned from?"

"Sure Mal, no problem" Des excited to be used.

While he was doing that Mal phoned the police and told them that he thought Tarrant might be involved in Jakes case, for once the police actually believed him, apparently Tarrant had been seen it town a few minutes ago.

"Mal the best I could do was find he's somewhere in the big woods outside town." Des said disappointed he couldn't do better.

"Come on Des, let's go get him."

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