Finally, reached the chapters I like. so, there's two more chapters after this and we're done :( .
This is set... i want to say... a little while after Brian is kicked out by Sebastian. i'm saying this now, because when i wrote the last few chapters, there was sort of a time difference. so, the ending is about three hours before the next chapter. You'll see what i'm talking about.

Jim woke up staring at the hot 70 watts lights that burned his eyes. His straightjacket itched his arms and stopped his from being able to rub them. Slowly reintroducing itself, the feeling of his bruised and broken bones erupted pain throughout his body. He bit off a groan, hoping that no one on the other side would be alerted that he was awake. He figured it was pretty late, not that he could tell. He relied on his internal clock and the small streams of lighting of the windows to give him some indication of the time.

Though he felt that time was pretty important, he knew that getting out was his first priority. He scanned the room, looking for any possible escapes. He looked a little to the left of the lights and saw a ventilation system. He sighed, not only at the stupidity of these 'high government officials' but also the meaning that he would have to go through extreme pain to get out.

For his family. For his son.

He felt something swell up inside of him as he muttered the words in his head. A new sense of...pride or determination. Even though he wanted to, he couldn't dwell on it now.

Jim had gotten out of plenty of straightjackets before, so to get out of this one would be child's play; it just took him a little longer due to his ribs. As soon as he was out, he tested the stretchiness of the jacket before slinging it over his shoulder.

He looked around his bare room to see if there was anything that would give him a boost. He spotted a clear plastic tub in the corner of the room. He carefully got up and grabbed the box and put it out under the vent. The box seemed a little stable, but he doubted it could hold his weight for long. He'd have to pull himself up most of the way, but if he did that quickly and efficiently, it would be easier from there.

Jim cringed when he made to step on the box; his ribs screaming in protest. He pressed up on the vent's cover until the top popped up and carefully pushed it to the side. He mentally prepared himself for the accompanying pain and hoisted himself up. He struggled and bit his lip, causing it to bleed, as he used his weak arms to get him into the air duct.

When his broken body was finally inside, Jim finally released the breath he had been desperately holding in. He allowed himself a second of composure and tried to quietly crawl to a way out. He looked through the first opening he came to and saw what must be their captive watch room. The idiot that was supposed to be watching him must have been in stage one of sleep. He was trying to keep his eyes open to view the monitor, but was mostly failing. His head was continually drooping and the fact he must think that Jim was still in this confinement obviously showed that he was hallucinating.

Jim continued to crawl. He winced as the cold air coming through the vents caused him to shiver and move his already bruised bones. He passed a few more openings and found them all unworthy of his time and consideration. He came to an edge of the vent and looked down at the drop. He saw industrial sized fan blades spinning lazily below. He was about to turn back when he heard a tiny sound of...chirping? Chirping! It was the sound of crickets chirping. Thank god for the sound. He was close to being outside.

He carefully turned around and tied the straightjacket to the last open vent. He crawled back to the edge and secured one of the sleeves end to his waist. This decent should be pretty simple until he reached the fan. The steel blades were sharp and could easily cut through his flesh if he weren't careful. He had to find a way to jam them until he reached the ground.

Jim slowly slid his body off of the edge until he was dangling over the side. He gasped as all his weight sat on his bones and quickly tried to stifle it. He waited- listening for any sound of someone alerting the whole building of his escape, but heard none. Idiots. Every last one of them.

He slid his feet onto the side of the tunnel, getting a grip on the wall with his shoes. When he finally got himself figured out, he started to make his way down; trying to keep a steady pace.

When he reached the fan blades, he stopped and looked down at all his components. He found a small opening that exposed the mechanisms of a working motor and dropped his shoe inside. The fans groaned and shuttered to a halt. Once he was sure that it would stay, he continued with his decent.

He was about 3 meters from the ground when he heard a loud moan from the fan above. He could hear distant echoes of voices from the tunnel above as the staff probably wondered what the noise came from. Jim looked up and saw his shoe being squeezed as the fan tried to spin again. Each second passing, the shoe got more crushed and fan blade got closer to his makeshift rope. He tries to quickens his pace, ignoring the pain of his tired body being overworked. The groaning go louder until there was a loud ping sound of his shoe being thrown out if the gears, sending the fan spinning quickly. He was almost 2 meters from the ground when the blade sliced through the fabric of the straightjacket, causing him to fall the extra meters onto his back.

He couldn't hold back the loud scream the left his lips as his cracked ribs became crushed under the weight of his fall. All of the air was knocked out of his lungs and he moaned. He had a hard time breathing and figured that one of his ribs might have punctured a lung.

Above him, Jim could hear the sound of many voices yelling and panicking. He knew that they probably figured he was gone and they could come find him any minute now.

Jim bit his lip as he brought his legs up to his chest and used all his strength to kick out the vent that lead to the outside. The opening gave way and he quickly slid out of the vent.

The pain was unbearable and he felt like he needed to throw up. He pushed through that feeling and wouldn't allow himself to faint from the pain overcoming him.

He stumbled around the building, trying to find his bearings, or just a way out would do. He climbed over a brick wall and dropped onto the ground on the other side.

He looked around and saw nothing but bare land. They must have taken him outside the country in case something like this happened. He stumbled out to a road he saw in the distance. His ribs greatly protested and he placed his hand over them gently to keep himself from falling over.

He reached the road and started to walk the opposite way of his confinement. He heard a jeep coming from behind him and ducked into a shrub bush, hidden by dusk of night. As they passed by, he saw the jeep filled with soldiers with large machine guns, surveying the area. They passed, not showing any signs of noticing him.

He waited until he couldn't see the tail lights of the car before deciding to come out of the shrub. They were small and far apart, so he debated with himself on whether to wait until the protection of night. He was about to walk the same way the jeep went, when he saw distant tail lights coming toward him. He scrambled to get back into the bush and stared at it, hoping it wasn't the soldiers coming back.

As the jeep neared, the load of passengers it carried seemed to be fuller and louder. He noticed the car was a different color and figured that this was a different group, but as they came closer, he noticed that they seemed familiar. Particularly one man. What was his name again? Bob? Bill? Damn! What the fuck was his name? Did his tired brain not understand his life was on the line? He was pretty sure he must have received a concussion in the fall.

He stood up quickly, ignoring the searing pain, and yelled to the passing car. "Brian!"

Brian turned towards the familiar voice and demanded the car be stopped immediately. He squinted at a limping and hunched over figure approaching as fast as he could. He sprinted over to Jim and looked him over quickly.

"Are you alright, sir?"

Jim tried to inhale, and almost fell over from the pain. He quickly shook his head.

Brian carefully supported Jim's back and placed his arms under his knees before picking him up. Jim winced, but was grateful he didn't have to move anymore. Brian carried him back to the jeep and gently set him on the seat before picking up his gun again.

Jim allowed a sigh to escape his lips and closed his eyes. He was about to allow himself to drift off, when a thought made him stiffen and open his eyes. He grabbed and death gripped Brian's arm.

"Sebastian!" he yelled as he quickly sat up, causing another yell to come from between his lips.

Brian pushed him gently back to the seat. "He's fine. Congratulations, Boss. Your new boy sure is a cutie," he said handing him his phone. He figured that Jim would want to see him. Probably would give him something to smile about.

Jim calmed down and let go if Brian's arm to grab the phone. He looked at the picture if his son as he slept on his crib, oblivious to the drama surrounding his life already.

"Brian, I'm glad I didn't shoot you the first chance when I found out you were helping Sebastian hide his pregnancy from me."

Brian gave a slight chuckle and thanked Jim. Jim contently sighed and allowed the traveling physician to inject him with enough morphine that will guarantee him a comfortable ride back to the private hospital. He had sweet drug-induced dreams of being back with Sebastian and his son very soon.