Chapter 9 - So we go back to Jane's situation with Elizabeth. It is kinda funny how I used my name for a victim. I hope that doesn't bring bad luck. I don't want to be kidnapped. Thanks for the review, and I included more flashbacks since many liked it.
"So you have seen her." Jane stared at the girl, he was talking about the kidnapper."She must have been someone you knew." The reaction in her eyes to his statement made it easy to guess,"She wasn't your driver... hmm...aha... the maid." Jane swiftly stood up. He suddenly hit his head on the ceiling
"O be careful, short ceiling." Elizabeth said. However the statement was too late, Jane had slipped back into the unconcious relm and his body fell with a thump.
A door closed. Footsteps could be heard. Patrick Jane stood up from the couch and went to the door.
"Alice, where have you been?" Patrick was angry and worried. He had waited all night for his wife to come home. It was now the break of dawn. He was fully dressed for work.
"It is none of your business. I have the right to go out at night. Don't I?" Alice replied in a sickened voice. She brushed her shoulder against his and walked away.
"You have seen him again haven't you." Patrick grabbed her arm. He was now yelling,"Why are YOU doing this?"
"You know what, so what? I saw him. What are going to do about it? I have been seeing him for the past month. It is not like you are ever around." She paused, "You dare call yourself A HUSBAND, A FATHER." She started to cry. He let her arm go."We haven't seen you for days. You come home late and leave early. You expect me to live like this. Waiting for a promise. You are a sick man, too conceited by your work. I have the right to leave you, because you are not the man I fell in love with. You are not Patrick Jane. I don't have the time to find the real Patrick in there." She tapped two of her finger over his heart, indicating that her husband was somewhere in there. Alice walked to the couch and sat down. Her hair was a mess. She lifted her head and stared at her husband, who looked as sad as she did. Silence.
"I want a divorce, Pat."
She thought he would argue, stomp his feet, kneel and beg for forgiveness, apologize and win her heart back, jump at her feet and grovel,perhaps hypnotize her to forget, kiss her till she is out of breath. He never did. All he said was, "Fine. I am late for work."
Alice's heart was shattered. He didn't care. HE WAS LATE FOR WORK! What a vain man. Go to hell, was all she thought. She just sat there and watched him leave, perhaps forever.
He walked away and slammed the door. He didn't think for one minute, about a divorce and how he will hurt his daughter. Patrick Jane never knew that this was the last time he will see his family alive.
"Hello, wake up." Elizabeth yelled in the blond man's ear.
"Oh...you again." Jane replied in frustration, he justed wanted to be with Alice, doesn't matter if they were fighting or laughing with each other.
"Yeah? Who else would it be? Alice?" Elizabeth smiled,"You said you will get us out. Well you better find a way fast. It is almost lunch time and after that my three days is up. I realy don't want to die until I figure out who Alice is." They both laughed.
"Lunch, interesting." Jane was now out of his dreams and had a scheming smile on his face."Someone brings us lunch. There is no slot in the door, how do they send it through."
"She opens the door and sticks her head in and places the tray down. Wants to make sure I am alive."
"Perfect." Jane just had an AHA moment,"Here is the plan..."
The door was unlocked and it creaked as it opened. Patrick Jane stood behind the door and awaited the signal from Elizabeth. He had taken his Jacket and wrapped it around the pillow and stuffed a few blankets under the bed cover. He had made it look like that Patrick Jane was lying on the ground. He had even dabbed some blood on the bed covers. In reality Jane wasn't on the ground, Jane was behind the door waiting for Elizabeth to say the word "now". He held the toilete seat cover in his hand, ready to bash the kidnapper's head. For some reason he feared that the kidnapper might die from the blow. He didn't want to kill another person.
Maria St. Clair was the one serving lunch. She entered as always and looked inside, to find Elizabeth seated by a body, crying. She placed the tray down and looked at the crying girl. Maria was always the soft one.
She says,"What is wrong dear?"
"The new guy... he isn't... he isn't breathing." She broke into tears. Amazing she is a great actress. Jane thought.
Maria walked away from the door and inside to check on the man, when Elizabeth said, "Could you check on him now?"
And with that Jane swung back and hit the woman on the head with the toilet seat. She fell without a sound. Luckly Jane had stole Van Pelt's cuffs and was able to cuff her to the bed.
"Come on lets go, are you waiting for an invitation." Jane looked at the teenager.
"I can't walk." she whispered.
"What?" Jane didn't hear her. His heart beat was too loud.
"I can't walk. They hit my leg and I think its broken." She was now louder, but kept her head down.
No wonder she hadn't moved in the past hour. Jane thought.
"Come on." He bent down, then gently lifted Elizabeth off the ground.
"Wait, she might wake up." Elizabeth stopped him. "Do you have a hankerchief?"
Jane understood her plan. He took out his hankerchief and shoved it in the woman's mouth. If she woke up, no one would hear her scream.
Jane ran as fast as he could down a dark corridor. He had no idea where he was, but he intended on getting out.
Elizabeth was scared. Her hair was covered in Jane's blood as in trickled down his arm and on her face. She knew he can't make it far. The end of the corridor led to a door. Jane slowly pushed the door open and moved to the side. It was dark, it looked like a large warehouse. Slowly Jane walked away from the door and into the warehouse.
He placed Elizabeth down by the wall and looked about for an exit. But darkness was all he saw.
The windows were covered, so no light came in. He had to get out, but how?
