A/N: Hey guys ! Sorry for the wait, but here is the new chapter ! Thank you for all the reviews, it means the world to me ! :D

So I'm thinking about wrapping this story up in a few more chapters. I'm having less and less time to write and I don't want to keep you hanging, waiting for new chapters I'm not sure I'll be able to deliver. So I'm going to finish the story properly and hope you'll like it :)

I don't own anything ;)

They entered the empty room and Caitlin heard the lock click behind her. Her heart began thumping in her ears, and she could feel beads of sweat running down her forehead. "This is it. I'm going to die right here. In the public restrooms." She thought bitterly.

Caitlin felt the barrel of the gun pressing against the small of her back, to make her move towards the back of the room. She took a few cautious steps, trying not to do any sudden movements that could trigger her death.

"Turn around." She heard the man behind her say, his voice so cold she could almost feel her blood turning into ice. She did as she was asked to and faced the weird looking guy with a cap she had seen earlier.

"You're a doctor, right?" He asked, waving his gun in her direction. "I heard you talk on your phone." He added when he saw her frown.

Caitlin nodded and looked at him from head to toes for the first time. Her doctor's instincts told her that he wasn't feeling well. At all. He was breathing heavily, he was slumped on his right side and his left hand was pressing against his ribs while his right hand was clutching to his gun. She could see blood sipping through his T-shirt and sweat running down his face. This guy was surely about to faint from blood loss.

"I need your help." He croaked and her eyes met his red ones. "I need you to attend to my wounds."

Caitlin glanced around her and saw no other way out than the front door, which was locked. And there was no way she would make it out on time before he could shoot her. The only thing she could do was to help him out. Or at least do as he said.

"You're lucky I'm a medical doctor and not a literature doctor for example." She mumbled sarcastically.

He shook his gun in front of her. "Hey lady, don't make fun of me. Are you going to help or what?"

She put her hands up in surrender, trying to calm him down. It was clearly not the time to joke around. He could have a loose finger on the trigger. "Okay, okay, I'll help you. No need to get so excited."

He nodded and lowered his gun a bit. Caitlin glanced to her bag and then looked back at him. "There's only one problem… I don't have my stuff with me. I won't go far with water and toilet paper…" She remarked.

The man grunted, looking around himself too. While still carrying the gun, he grabbed his cap with his fingers and scratched the top of his head with his gun. He winced, as the movement seemed to hurt him, before putting his cap back on. "What do you suggest we do? 'Cause there's no way we're going out of here before you help me."

"Think, Cait! How could you turn this situation to your advantage?" she thought. The wheels were turning in her brain. So many ideas were coming and going through her mind and so few of them seemed manageable. The man in front of her was getting agitated and she needed to find a solution before he lost all control of himself and began shooting away in the room.

"Can I call my boyfriend?" Caitlin asked carefully.

His eyes flew up to meet hers and he raised his gun again. "Do you think I'm stupid?" He spat out.

She stayed with her hand in front of her, showing him she didn't want to harm him, showing him how vulnerable she was against him. "No, I swear I won't say anything! I'll just ask someone to bring me my safety kit so I can help you."

He shook his head frenetically. "I'm not dumb, there's a trap hidden behind all of this." His eyes were scrutinising every single corner of the room. "There's no camera in here, is it?" He asked nervously.

He was freaking out so much that he was checking up on this just now, after threatening her with a gun. That's when she remembered Barry telling her about his day at the station. "Some bank thief got away from the cops and the whole city is looking for him. But he's wounded, so he shouldn't make it too far." Lucky her, she seemed to have found him without even looking for him, she thought drily.

"No mind games, I promise." She whispered, still showing him the palms of her hands.

He stared at her for a few minutes, trying to decide if she was telling the truth or not. "Fine." He finally grunted. "But if I hear anything that could sell me out, I won't hesitate to shoot, understood?"

Caitlin let out a puff of air and nodded. She carefully took her phone out of her bag and showed him what she was doing. She hit Barry on speed dial and waited for him to pick up. It went straight to his voicemail, sending her heartbeat into frenzy. With shaking hands, she tried to call him again. "Pick up, Barry, pick up." She whispered to herself.

Voicemail. Again.

That's when she remembered him saying, "I borrowed the landline because my phone died." She wiped her sticky hands on her pants, cursing Barry for not charging his phone. Caitlin glanced up at her assailant who had his eyes glued on her and her phone, inspecting every single move she was doing.

"I'll call him at work." She informed him before going back in her call history as he nodded, and choosing the last number Barry had used. While it was ringing, the man took her phone to put it between them and put it on loudspeaker.

Two ringing tones later, someone spoke. "CCPD station, Hello?"

Time stopped for Caitlin. How could she have been so reckless? Of course they would answer the phone like that. What was she thinking? The man next to her reacted the second he heard the policeman speak. He pressed the gun to her temple and she saw his finger move on the trigger. The pressure of the gun was almost painful, if she forgot about the fact that a single movement of a finger could be the death of her.

"Hello? Do you have an emergency?" The policeman spoke again.

It felt like her blood had stopped running through her body, like every living cell was dying. She couldn't move, but every single one of her senses was amplified. She could feel every inch of the gun against her temple, she could hear every single one of her heartbeats in her chest, she could smell sweat gathering on her skin, she could taste the bitter sensation of bile going up her throat. And finally, she could see her life right in front of her eyes. The young doctor carefully turned her head towards her assailant, feeling the gun slide against her skin until its barrel was pressed against her forehead. She looked straight into his eyes, pleading him to trust her.

"Hello?" The man on the other side of the line began being impatient.

The wounded man slowly nodded to her while pressing his gun further against her skin, letting her know that one wrong move and it was over.

She took the phone to her lips and cleared her throat. "Hello? Yes, sorry, the cell reception here isn't really good." She improvised. "Dr. Snow speaking. Could I … Could I talk to Mr. Allen, please?"

"What division?"

"Forensics." She breathed out in relief as she felt the pressure on her forehead lessen up.

"I'll put you through, Dr. Snow." And the line went to some classical music. Tension was still crackling in the room and Caitlin could feel more and more beads of sweat running down her face. "I can't end like this. Please…" She thought. They waited in silence as a Beethoven symphony was playing on the small device.

"Dr. Snow?"

Caitlin could have sworn that her heart had stopped right at that moment, when Barry had finally picked up the phone. It felt like an eternity since the last time she heard his voice, and not half an hour or so. His voice was light and teasing. If she got out of this mess alive, she would never hear the end of him teasing her about how she responded to her phone calls.

"Hi, it's me." She answered softly.

"Is everything okay? Are your parents there yet?"

"No… Not yet…" Her voice was weak and she had to put her act back together if she didn't want to get a bullet through her skull. "Listen, Barry, I need your help. Are you busy?"

"Actually yes… But if you need me, I'll manage to free some time up for you."

Could her heart swell more? She didn't think so. There he was, having a big day at the police station, probably overwhelmed with work, but he was ready to put it all aside for later, to help her. And he didn't even know she was in real trouble.

"Thanks." She squeaked out of emotion, her voice was shivering and she glanced at the man in front of her, pleading with her eyes to let her live.

Caitlin heard Barry pause on the other side of the line. "Are you alright Snowflake?" He asked softly.

Her abductor pressed the gun back forward against her forehead. The beads of sweat on her forehead made their way down her temple and made her hair stick to her skin. I would give anything for a shower right now… She thought. Though she would give really anything to just get out of here. "Yeah yeah, sorry, I'm just a little cold right now. Listen, I need you to bring me my first aid kit I have at S.T.A.R. labs."

"You need it right now? Can't it wait until later?" He asked in disbelieve.

"Yes Barry, it's kind of urgent." She tried with a firmer voice.

"But… Why?"

She was thinking of every way possible she could convince him it was urgent, without selling herself out and endanger her life. She cleared her throat. "Hum… It's kind of a lady problem, if you know what I mean?" In any other situation, she would be beat red right now – She had never imagined she would one day talk about lady problems with Barry. But the barrel pressing against her skin was making her face whiter than bed sheets.

"Oh." She heard him say awkwardly. "Right. I'll be right there. Where are you exactly?"

"The lady's rooms?" Caitlin remarked with sarcasm.

It was Barry's turn to clear his throat. "Right, I should've thought of that. I'll call you when I'm there."

She could feel that he was about to hang up and she hadn't said anything that would suggest that she was in danger. "Oh and Barry?" She took a deep breath. It was now or never. "Cait called earlier. She said she needed Joe's help. Can you pass the message? Thanks!"

She really hoped he would get her hidden message and that her abductor wouldn't, because it would be the death of her. She hoped she wasn't mistaken when she thought that her assailant didn't know her first name nor her nickname. Maybe her plan was working as she could hear Barry's breathing change a little and the pressure of the gun against her skin lessening.

Yet, she had this bad feeling at the bottom of her belly, like it was the last time she would ever speak to Barry. Caitlin's eyes met the man's, trying to read his mind. Would he really pull the trigger if he had the chance? Would he really kill her if she made one wrong move? But his poker face was perfect. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She wasn't sure she would have the opportunity to say this to Barry, yet she couldn't bring herself to say it now. Not like that, she thought. Those three words were floating in her mind, but she absolutely wanted to see Barry's face when she would say them. So she said three other words instead, before closing her mouth again. "Hurry up, okay?"

"Don't worry, I'll be there in a flash." Barry answered, his voice being more serious than a few moments ago, before the line went dead.

The wait was awful. It felt like time stopped. An eerie silence was floating around them. Caitlin was leaning against the sink, arms crossed across her chest, while he was pacing in front of the bathrooms stalls, his eyes never leaving her. His left hand was still pressing against his ribs and he was wincing at the mere movement. Yet he continued pacing in front of her. He had lowered his gun and Caitlin glanced to the door. As soon as he saw the direction of her eyes, he raised the gun again, with a trembling hand.

Caitlin carefully raised her hand in surrender. "I'm not going anywhere." She said softly and he lowered his gun again. There was no way she would have time to go to the door, open it and get out without him shooting her. She wasn't going to risk it.

Barry is coming… She repeated to herself.

"Joe, I have to go!" Barry protested.

"No, Barry, you're not going anywhere in this state!" The detective answered with a firm voice. "We've got a team on the way, everything is going to be ok."

Barry rolled his eyes and threw his arms up in the air. "Cait is in real trouble! I can feel it. If a troupe of police officers barges in the Central Station's bathrooms, something is going to go wrong. I have to be the one going in!"

"No, it may be too dangerous." Joe retorted.

Barry squeaked at the comment. "That's why I have to go! Cait's in there!"

Joe put his hands on Barry's shoulders to keep him in place and looked straight into his eyes. "Listen, son. I know how much Dr. Snow means to you. But you've got to let me do my job here. It's the only way the bring her to safety. We have no idea what is going on behind those closed doors. So give me some time to figure it out and everything is going to be fine." He said in a soft and calm voice, trying to soothe Barry down.

The young forensics expert slowly nodded. "I'm going up in my lab, to see if there is anything I can do to help with the search."

Joe smiled. "That's my boy. Don't worry, we'll get her back!"

Barry waved at him and made his way to the stairs. As he was about to put his foot on the first step, he glanced back at the detective who had turned around to his desk and was now talking to another officer of the law. It was Barry's cue to deviate from the stairs and to rush towards the elevator, pushing repeatedly on the down button as if it would make the moving cabin arrive faster.

There was no way he would stay here while the others would try to help his girlfriend. He would go crazy here, waiting for some news, feeling guilty because he wasn't doing his upmost best to help her. He would get her first-aid kit and do as she asked. And then he'll figure something there. He had to know in which situation she was.

Cait, I'm coming! He promised in his mind as he stepped into the elevator and pressed on the "close doors" like a crazy man.

A/N: So is anyone of you a fan of "The Mentalist" and caught the trick I borrowed from the show? :) Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little chapter !