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Chapter 10

March, 28th

Pain. He'd left her in so much pain, worse than all of the shock treatments she'd received before. Her entire body was on fire and she had the feeling of being ripped in half. The blows her face, arms, chest, she could handle, but what came next she couldn't even imagine, like an unwanted nightmare that would wake her up with a scream. The pain and stickiness between her legs told her how real this had been.

Lisbon was still naked on the bed, not wanting to move until she was sure he wasn't coming back. After a while she had stopped fighting and started to drift away, but as soon as her eyes closed he would slap her to make sure she didn't pass out, to make her look at him. He took pleasure in seeing her fighting spirit slip alway.

You're still alive, that's what matters, Jane told her, bringing tears to her eyes.

"I failed," she whispered to the voice, releasing a shaky breath. What kind of FBI-agent couldn't even prevent her own assault?

You're not invincible, the same voice tried to reason with her. That wouldn't stop her from beating herself up about it, though. She couldn't help but to feel guilty too, like she had betrayed Jane, even if she hadn't wanted any of it. The possibility of her giving birth to a baby who wasn't Jane's made her even more nauseous. Though she had no doubt her husband would love that child as much as he would their own. If she got out of there.

Slowly, she got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom. She didn't care that it was the middle of the night, she needed a shower, to get rid of any trace of him. Lisbon turned the shower on and immediately stepped in under the stream of water, not bothering to wait until it got warm. How many times would you have to endure this before she came up with a way to escape? Now that Jane believed she was dead she was worried that she would never get out of there. Even if they found the man who did this, they would never think about looking for this place and without any food supply they would all starve to death.

Do you really think I'd give up on you that easily? Jane asked her and she could hear him scoff at the little faith she had in him.

"I'm dead," she told him as she scrubbed her skin raw with the soap.

When have I ever trusted evidence? He was right. Every time their evidence pointed to a suspect Jane had gone against them and used other methods to catch the killer. There was no way Jane would believe she was dead if he couldn't look at her dead body. With Jane on the case, she'd be out of there in no time.

The now scolding hot water burned her skin as she scrubbed away the past hours. Her inner conversation with Jane had managed to calm her down slightly, and she was filled with hope again. But the voice got quiet and all she was left with was an eery silence. Knowing about the cameras she hadn't wanted to turn on the lights either because she already felt violated enough. Lisbon actually had no idea what he did when he wasn't with her. Of course she knew he was a lawyer so he had to be at work during the days, which explained his absence at daytime. Other than that, she wasn't sure. This past week, though, he'd spent too much time with her. How much time was he spending with the other women? Did he sleep in this building too? Or did he live somewhere else? In a normal house? She couldn't really picture him living a normal life outside of these walls.

Lisbon had learned her first night there that she wouldn't be able to manipulate him to get what she wanted, he was too clever for that and knew exactly what he was doing. The idea of appearing weaker than she actually was had crossed her mind several times, but she would feel humiliated and like she was letting people down. Right now he believed that her fighting spirit had started slipping away, but boy was he wrong. It was stronger than ever.

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April, 11th

The second family hadn't been as willing to help, the father getting angry at them for dragging this up again after five years. There was no way they were going to be of any help so this was more hurtful than helpful, he'd said. Of course Jane knew where he was coming from and would've agreed to leave them alone, if his wife hadn't been out there somewhere.

"The man who killed your Madeleine took my wife. You might remember something you don't think is important," Jane told the man, hoping that those words would resonate with him like they did with Sarah's mother. But he could see the older man wasn't convinced.

"We don't know anything," he repeated and was just about to slam the door in their faces, but Jane shoved his foot in the doorway.

"We only need five minutes. You have nothing to lose." Their daughter was already dead, or they believed she was anyway.

A heavy, annoyed sigh was released as he opened the door for them.

"Five minutes," he said, grumpily. This time they weren't offered anything to drink and the hostility from the man weighed heavy in the house. Jane had a feeling this would lead them nowhere.

Cho sat down on the couch while Jane studied the photographs. Just like the Johnson family, this one also put up a lot of photos, many with the entire family lined up.

"We have a reason to believe that your daughter had been followed for weeks before she went missing. Did she mention anything about things going missing or that someone had been to her apartment?"

The father shook his head. "No, there was nothing out of the ordinary."

"You have a big family," Jane commented, his eyes focused on one of the photos with what appeared to be all the grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins.

"Yes, celebrate every holiday together," he told them and there was a hint of pride in his voice, but it disappeared quickly. "Now would you stop that?"

Jane hummed in response, but didn't look away. There was one picture that had really caught his attention, a face he recognized.

Picking up the framed photograph he approached the older man. "Who's this?" He wondered, pointing at one of the men in the picture.

"That's Brian, my daughter's husband," he said, confused by this sudden change in topic.

"Thank you for your time," Jane shook the man's hand hurriedly. "We need to go."

Cho stood up from his seat, knowing that Jane must've found something of importance if he was in a hurry to leave.

"Put the picture back," the man told him when Jane was still clutching the family photo as they walked to the door.

"Can't. It's evidence."

"Evidence? What does this have to do with my Maddie?"

Jane waved him away like he would a fly and walked straight for the car, leaving a very confused old man.