"This is that Lane dame, Boss, and the one squirmin' next to her is Jimmy Olsen." I heard the illiterate lackey explain. I honestly don't know how we got into this scrape, I was literally on my way to ask Jimmy to be my Man of Honor when I was picked off the sidewalk and tossed into the back of a hearse, gagged and blindfolded. A few moments later Jimmy had joined me, or at least this guy confirmed that it was Jimmy.

"Perfect," I heard the boss snarl. "You've done well, Harry."

"Thanks, Boss, but there is something I don't understand," Harry began to contemplate out loud. "Why did you have me pick up the dame when she is engaged to that other noise reporter, Kent? Wouldn't he come to her rescue instead?" Well, Harry, you are at least smarter than you talk.

"There is that possibility, but Superman still cares about Miss Lane, and Clark Kent is the only one that can get a hold of him."

"Okay, boss. What you want I should do with them?"

"Put them in the room, Harry, they will sit tight until we need them."

Jimmy squirmed hard as Harry tried to lead us to our resting place. All I could think about was how much I hate blindfolds. I heard a door click behind me before I started tugging at loose strings. I remember Harry muttering something about how he didn't want to hurt a lady, so my ties were pretty loose. I found it very easy to shimmy out of the ties around my wrist, and from there I go out of the other two holds. The room was mostly dark except for an eerie green glow that lined the perimeter. That is an odd light source.

"Jimmy," I whispered trying to gauge where he may be as my eyes were still adjusting to the light. I heard him mumble and nearly tripped over him. My eyes finally began to adjust and I was able to find the knots.

"Gee, Miss Lane, how were you able to get out of your ties?"

"Harry seems to be a gentleman," I stated. "Jimmy, I am sorry this is not what I had planned for this afternoon."

"That's okay, Miss Lane, you said you just wanted to talk so why not go ahead," Jimmy suggested.

I began laughing, "Well this seems very appropriate and about par for you and me, so why not. Jimmy, I was wondering if you would be my Man of Honor at my wedding."

"Man of Honor?" I heard him ponder out loud. I wish I could see his face, I would guess that it was scrunched in confusion as he tried to process what that would mean or even look like. "Is that even possible, Miss Lane?"

"It is my wedding, Jimmy, I don't care if it is possible or not."

"I don't have to wear a dress, do I?"

A laugh blurted out of me, but I quickly quenched it hoping that I haven't tipped off our captors. "No Jimmy, you do not. I will make sure that you get fitted for a tux when Clark and Inspector Henderson get theirs."

"Well, in that case, Miss Lane, I would be happy to stand next to you."

I hugged Jimmy, "Thank you. Now that is out of the way, we need to find a way out of here before Superman gets here."

"What? Why?" He looked around but I guess the situation didn't register to him. I moved to the closest wall I could reach and began to run my fingers over every inch I could. "Miss Lane, what are you looking for?"

"I don't know, Jimmy," I cried, "There just has to be a way out of here."

"Why can't we wait for Superman?"

"Because, Jimmy, I think that green lighting is the radiation from Kryptonite!"

"WHAT!?"

"If he shows up here, he is going to be toast!" I was now in a panic, trying to keep my voice down but still getting it across to the Cub Reporter that we are not the ones in peril. I am not going to be a widow before I even got the chance to be a bride!

The wall was smooth and disappointing there was nothing on it, no rivets, welding mark, or hinges. It really didn't even feel like sheetrock. I move to another only to find the same thing. Finally, I found the door, but there were no hinges. Of course, it would open the other way.

"Jimmy," I sighed.

"Yes, Miss Lane," he asked.

"I am going to need you to make a lot of racket.."

"But won't that tip-off our mob buddies out there that we are loose?"

"Yep, but I think that is the only way that we can do this. You need to have them come busting in here and I will try to knock them out with my shoe." I reasoned.

"Will that work?" Jimmy sounded skeptical, and rightly so.

"Inspector Henderson showed me how to do it, he claimed that he was tired of having to always save me from a situation I could easily get out of. I've never had to use it until now," I explained. With a sigh, I added, "I just hope that these guys are as stupid as the sound."

"Jeepers," Jimmy said with amazement, "Well I guess we have no other options."

"Ready when you are, Jimmy," I braced myself.

"HEY BOZO!" Jimmy called. He started banging on the door and make as much noise as he could.

The door flung open and two big guys moved in, I was able to get one knocked out as the other one grabbed Jimmy. I finally got a clean shot and was able to knock out the second one. We were out of our little chamber and almost home free when two gentlemen came through the front door with a dazed Clark Kent slumped on their arm.

"Clark," I squealed. The two goons looked at me with fire in their eyes.

"Who let you two out of the box?"

"We did," I snarled. "Now put my fiancé down… NOW." I looked around for anything that I could use to make myself more threatening and I noticed a gun on the hall table. One of the boys staring me down saw it too and pounced. I beat him to it. "Hands up," I demanded. "Jimmy, call the cops."

"Lois?" I heard Clark rasp. He was fading fast I needed him out of there quickly.

"You two, take him out to your car," I demanded of the goons.

"Why should we—" I shot the ceiling as a warning.

"The next one will be in your knee," I sneered. Jimmy was watching me with surprise and fear in his eyes. I've never felt so powerful and yet so scared, I was just acting to the best of my ability, praying that my knees wouldn't buckle until I was well out of sight of these mobsters.

I followed the confused men back to their car. "Put him in the back, and you better be gentle or your liver is going to regret it." Silently they obeyed.

"Jimmy," I turned the Cub Reporter that was coming out of the house, "get behind the wheel. You," I zeroed in on one of my captors, "where are the keys?"

"In…in my pocket, lady," he hesitated.

"Give them to the young man," I hissed. It took a minute with all the shaking but once Jimmy was in the car and the engine was running I felt safe.

"Lois," I heard Clark call as loud as he could muster. I jumped in back with him and Jimmy punched the car into reverse and got us out of there.

Once the house was out of sight Clark began to sit up straight and I melted into a fit of tears and shakes. "I am so sorry, Clark. I was so scared, I didn't know what to do. Something just took over and I couldn't control myself. All I was thinking about was you and how close you were to dying. I… I…"

I was pulled into his arms and held tightly as I just cried. All of the adrenaline that I had been riding on disappeared, and I was a mess.

"Lois," Clark whispered. "You saved my life today. I don't care what happens next, you are safe and that is all I care about."

"Really?" I sniffed trying to steady myself.

"Well, I learned one thing today," Jimmy spoke up. Suddenly, it hit me that Jimmy could've put two and two together. Oh, snap! I didn't even think about Clark's cover… did I mention Superman at all?

"I learned to never mess with you, Miss Lane," Jimmy laughed.

Clark and I laughed with him, that was a close one.