Hey everyone! Back again with another update. Believe it or not, this is almost over. *gasp* It kind of moves fast at the end, but I hope you don't mind. Oh, and I don't own Indiana Jones, George Lucas and Lucasarts does. But anyway, here's a thanks to my reviewers:
Britt-Angel: Thank you for such a nice review!! ^_^ Yeah, George is rather smart with electronics. I really didn't include how he got so educated about the gang, (or electronics for that matter) because I don't think it was necessary. But I'm glad you thought I filled in the holes okay! ^_^
Daniel Wesley Rydell: lol! Well, sorry if the wait was too long! But hopefully it will be worth it in the end! ^_^
Alf: I'm sorry you feel that way about my story. I didn't feel that it was necessary to talk about what had happened before the bus crash. I didn't want this story to be very long, so I decided to jump straight into the middle of the plot. But I do hope you check in every now and then and decide if I am improving.
Edwina: Well good! ^_^ Hopefully you like this chapter as well! ^_^
DMFAN: Yay! I'm glad you saw that I improved! ^_^ That's defiantly what I was going for. Although I didn't have to rewrite this chapter too much, I still took a while to update. *whoops* But I hope it wasn't too long! lol Oh, and trust me, there is PLENTY of Jesse angst coming up! *snickers evilly* ^_^
Adsh: Thanks! And don't worry, Dane's semi situation gets explained this chapter! ^_^ You must have missed it, because in the first few chapters, I said that George was a janitor for Community General. That's how he got Jesse's house key and so on and so on. Hope that helped! ^_^
Mellon-nin who was awesome at state!: Couldn't agree with you more about Jesse and Legolas! "Well LOOK at it for Pete's sake!" ROFLMBO! ^_^ Don't think I'll ever be able to look at that picture the same again! lol
StrangePenguin: I'm glad the last chapter was up to your expectations! ^_^ And who doesn't love a little Jesse-Dane arguing! lol That pretty much the last of it, though. There's a little more this chapter, but not a whole lot. Hope you still like it, though! ^_^
Legolasfreak: Yeah, I feel sorry about Jesse, too! And I'm the writer, too! lol But don't worry, they get back on good terms by the end of the story! ^_^
And on with chapter 6!
"Did you find out anything about empty warehouses, Amanda?" Mark asked as the three walked into Mark's living room, coffee in hand. He hoped Amanda had better news than he and Steve had. Apparently, George had no friends except his fiancé.
"Yes; there's about 25 warehouses out of use in LA alone. But we don't even know if this guy is still in LA!" Amanda said, sitting down on the couch.
"I suppose you're right," Mark agreed, "But I think he is in LA."
"Why do you say that?" Steve asked.
"Well, it wasn't long after Jesse was kidnapped, that George did his broadcast. He would have had to set it up way too quickly to get it together in time. I don't think he could have done it, with or without help." Mark explained. "Plus, if there's so many warehouses here, why would he need to go anywhere else?"
"But we still have to search 25 warehouses! We don't have that kind of time." Steve said. The group fell silent, worrying for their friend. Suddenly, the TV flickered on.
"Hello again, Dr. Sloan, Dr. Bentley, Lt. Sloan." George greeted them darkly. "I'm surprised you haven't found me yet, Dr. Sloan. Perhaps your skills aren't what they used to be." He snickered. "No matter, we're having so much fun here." The camera zoomed out to reveal Jesse and Dane, once again tied to chairs.
"I'm going to give you one more day, Dr. Sloan. If you don't find us by then, you should look for a new ER doctor." He looked at Jesse. "I suggest you do that either way. What good is an ER doctor who can't move his arm?" Jesse brought his head up and looked at George with ice-cold eyes.
"You better hurry, doc." George said to the camera. The group expected it to turn off, but it didn't.
"That'll get him running." George laughed, unaware that the camera was still running. "I can't believe he hasn't found us yet," he walked over to Jesse. "Sure, warehouses are common to keep captives in, but not when they're right next to their apartment!" He backhanded Jesse across the face, causing him to slouch in his chair even more.
"Let's go get him out of there, Dad!" Steve exclaimed.
"We need a plan first." Mark said, frowning. He wasn't willing to risk anymore lives by barging into George's hideaway without any means of a plan.
"Sir!" Came a voice from off the screen, causing his leader to turn.
"What now?" George asked irritated.
"There's a wildfire outside the warehouse!" George swore under his breath, and started to run towards the voice. In his haste, he ran into the wire from the camera, causing it to crash to the ground. The TV screen went blank.
"Okay, Steve. We don't have time for plans." Mark said, getting off the couch. Amanda and Steve followed him out the door to save their friend.
*****
All the men had rushed out to fight the fire, leaving Jesse and Dane alone. After a while, Dane finally broke the silence.
"You're right." He sighed. "I try to control everything and I can't. I thought you understood why I left you and your mother."
"I understand, but I still haven't forgiven you." Jesse whispered coldly.
"I'm so sorry, Jess. I wish I could have told you and your mom, but at the time, I couldn't. I really am sorry, Jesse." Dane tried.
"You don't mean that." Jesse said flatly.
"Yes I do!" Dane tried again. "I'm also sorry I didn't send you something for your birthday. I was here, and they don't have mail service." He tried to lighten the mood. Jesse didn't respond, so Dane made the final push.
"I'd like for you to spend Father's Day with me. I really want this to work, Jesse." Slowly, Jesse turned his head to look at his dad. Part of him wanted to say "Never! Why would I do that?" But the other part of him won.
"Gives me something to live for." He said with a small smile, causing Dane to smile as well. Their peaceful moment was rudely interrupted by the men charging back into the warehouse. Paying no attention to Jesse and Dane, they started gathering the supplies.
"Hurry!" George screamed. "We've got less than 15 minutes! Move!" Jesse and Dane exchanged a worried glance.
"What about them?" One of the men asked, pointing to Jesse and Dane. George paused.
"Leave them." He said with a sinister smirk. "Lets go people!" George yelled again, his expression changing quickly. In a matter of minutes, the entire place had cleared out, leaving Dane and Jesse trapped in the dark.
Jesse's mind was running. How were they going to get out of this mess? What if they didn't get out in time? How long would it take for Mark and everyone to find out? Did they know where he was? Then, for some reason, a scene from Indiana Jones popped into his mind amidst the chaos. It was where Indiana Jones and his father were trapped in a burning building, both of them tied to chairs. Indiana Jones had scooted his chair over to his father's and untied his roped hands. It's worth a shot, Jesse thought. He started hopping over to his dad.
"Jesse? Jesse, what are you doing?" Dane asked his son.
"Hold on, dad," Jesse said. He had finally positioned his chair so that he could reach his father's hands with his own. He then began to untie the knots. Dane couldn't help but smile with pride for his son. Within a matter of moments, his hands were free.
"Couldn't have done it better myself!" Dane said, beginning to untie his feet. Once he had done that, he untied his son's hands and feet, since Jesse couldn't lean forward properly because of his arm.
"Lets get out of here," Jesse said after his feet were freed. "We don't have much time left." Dane nodded in agreement, even though Jesse couldn't see him. Together, they felt their way to a wall. Without the lights, they had to trust their sense of touch. Slowly, they made their way to one corner.
"Dad?" Jesse asked into the darkness.
"Yes?"
"Why were you driving a semi?" Once Jesse had time to reflect on the oddity of his father, the CIA agent, driving a semi, he had been wondering about the answer.
"I thought you would ask that." Dane said with a chuckle. "We got a lead in late November about a semi driver taking Mexicans over the boarder illegally. So, I was put undercover as a semi driver to find out who it was. The night there was going to be another boarder crossing, I hit George's fiancé. Actually, she hit me. Came clear over to the other side of the road. I didn't have time to stick around for an ambulance, so I hitched a ride to headquarters."
"You left?" Jesse asked.
"I had no choice!" Dane exclaimed, trying to defend himself. "George found out that it was me towards the end of April, and lured me here. Been here ever since." Both men fell silent after that.
Soon, they both turned with the wall at a corner, and repeated the process in silence. Well, it was silent until Jesse bumped into a table corner.
"Whoa," Jesse said, startled. "I really wish there was some light in here!" Frustrated at his clumsiness, Jesse moved on, praying the door was close. As he inched closer, he could smell smoke. He stopped, causing Dane to run into him and his sore arm, making Jesse inhale sharply.
"Sorry." Dane said quickly. He paused. "Why did you stop?"
"Do you smell it?" Jesse asked, pushing the pain aside.
"Smoke," Dane responded. "We must be close." Jesse started walking again. After a while, the smell got stronger, and the wall started to feel warm. Although both men said nothing, they were thinking the same thing. The wildfire was closer than they thought. If the door was on this wall, which they were almost sure it was, then it was likely that the fire already raged on the other side. It wasn't long until the wall became unbearably hot to touch.
"How are we supposed to find the door now?" Jesse asked. He could hear his father sigh.
"I don't know." He replied. There must be something… "Wait," Dane said after a pause. He dropped to his hands and knees and began searching. It wasn't long until he found a table. He roughly pushed it over, dumping the contents onto the floor. With one foot on the underside of the table, he broke off a table leg and handed it to Jesse. He then broke another one off for himself.
"Dad?" Jesse questioned.
"Most warehouse doors are made of steal. If we hit the wall with the table legs, we can judge where the door is!" Dane explained.
"The steal will make a different sound than the concrete." Jesse finished. They then began to hit the wall with firm strokes. Thump… Thump… Thump… Ting.
"I think I found it." Jesse said quietly. He slowly searched with the table leg for the handle. When he found it, he slowly began to push down on it until it wouldn't go down farther. Taking a deep breath, he eased the door open to reveal the raging fire just feet from the door. As Jesse roughly pushed the door the rest of the way open, his father stood behind him.
"We better get going if we want to beat the fire." Dane said, starting to step out. He was abruptly stopped when shots flew through the air, and hit him in the chest.
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Ooooh! lol Little bit of a cliffy there! ^_^ Sorry about that. Hopefully I'll update soon so you won't have to worry about what happens next! ^_^ Please review and tell me what you thought about this chapter! ^_^
Britt-Angel: Thank you for such a nice review!! ^_^ Yeah, George is rather smart with electronics. I really didn't include how he got so educated about the gang, (or electronics for that matter) because I don't think it was necessary. But I'm glad you thought I filled in the holes okay! ^_^
Daniel Wesley Rydell: lol! Well, sorry if the wait was too long! But hopefully it will be worth it in the end! ^_^
Alf: I'm sorry you feel that way about my story. I didn't feel that it was necessary to talk about what had happened before the bus crash. I didn't want this story to be very long, so I decided to jump straight into the middle of the plot. But I do hope you check in every now and then and decide if I am improving.
Edwina: Well good! ^_^ Hopefully you like this chapter as well! ^_^
DMFAN: Yay! I'm glad you saw that I improved! ^_^ That's defiantly what I was going for. Although I didn't have to rewrite this chapter too much, I still took a while to update. *whoops* But I hope it wasn't too long! lol Oh, and trust me, there is PLENTY of Jesse angst coming up! *snickers evilly* ^_^
Adsh: Thanks! And don't worry, Dane's semi situation gets explained this chapter! ^_^ You must have missed it, because in the first few chapters, I said that George was a janitor for Community General. That's how he got Jesse's house key and so on and so on. Hope that helped! ^_^
Mellon-nin who was awesome at state!: Couldn't agree with you more about Jesse and Legolas! "Well LOOK at it for Pete's sake!" ROFLMBO! ^_^ Don't think I'll ever be able to look at that picture the same again! lol
StrangePenguin: I'm glad the last chapter was up to your expectations! ^_^ And who doesn't love a little Jesse-Dane arguing! lol That pretty much the last of it, though. There's a little more this chapter, but not a whole lot. Hope you still like it, though! ^_^
Legolasfreak: Yeah, I feel sorry about Jesse, too! And I'm the writer, too! lol But don't worry, they get back on good terms by the end of the story! ^_^
And on with chapter 6!
"Did you find out anything about empty warehouses, Amanda?" Mark asked as the three walked into Mark's living room, coffee in hand. He hoped Amanda had better news than he and Steve had. Apparently, George had no friends except his fiancé.
"Yes; there's about 25 warehouses out of use in LA alone. But we don't even know if this guy is still in LA!" Amanda said, sitting down on the couch.
"I suppose you're right," Mark agreed, "But I think he is in LA."
"Why do you say that?" Steve asked.
"Well, it wasn't long after Jesse was kidnapped, that George did his broadcast. He would have had to set it up way too quickly to get it together in time. I don't think he could have done it, with or without help." Mark explained. "Plus, if there's so many warehouses here, why would he need to go anywhere else?"
"But we still have to search 25 warehouses! We don't have that kind of time." Steve said. The group fell silent, worrying for their friend. Suddenly, the TV flickered on.
"Hello again, Dr. Sloan, Dr. Bentley, Lt. Sloan." George greeted them darkly. "I'm surprised you haven't found me yet, Dr. Sloan. Perhaps your skills aren't what they used to be." He snickered. "No matter, we're having so much fun here." The camera zoomed out to reveal Jesse and Dane, once again tied to chairs.
"I'm going to give you one more day, Dr. Sloan. If you don't find us by then, you should look for a new ER doctor." He looked at Jesse. "I suggest you do that either way. What good is an ER doctor who can't move his arm?" Jesse brought his head up and looked at George with ice-cold eyes.
"You better hurry, doc." George said to the camera. The group expected it to turn off, but it didn't.
"That'll get him running." George laughed, unaware that the camera was still running. "I can't believe he hasn't found us yet," he walked over to Jesse. "Sure, warehouses are common to keep captives in, but not when they're right next to their apartment!" He backhanded Jesse across the face, causing him to slouch in his chair even more.
"Let's go get him out of there, Dad!" Steve exclaimed.
"We need a plan first." Mark said, frowning. He wasn't willing to risk anymore lives by barging into George's hideaway without any means of a plan.
"Sir!" Came a voice from off the screen, causing his leader to turn.
"What now?" George asked irritated.
"There's a wildfire outside the warehouse!" George swore under his breath, and started to run towards the voice. In his haste, he ran into the wire from the camera, causing it to crash to the ground. The TV screen went blank.
"Okay, Steve. We don't have time for plans." Mark said, getting off the couch. Amanda and Steve followed him out the door to save their friend.
*****
All the men had rushed out to fight the fire, leaving Jesse and Dane alone. After a while, Dane finally broke the silence.
"You're right." He sighed. "I try to control everything and I can't. I thought you understood why I left you and your mother."
"I understand, but I still haven't forgiven you." Jesse whispered coldly.
"I'm so sorry, Jess. I wish I could have told you and your mom, but at the time, I couldn't. I really am sorry, Jesse." Dane tried.
"You don't mean that." Jesse said flatly.
"Yes I do!" Dane tried again. "I'm also sorry I didn't send you something for your birthday. I was here, and they don't have mail service." He tried to lighten the mood. Jesse didn't respond, so Dane made the final push.
"I'd like for you to spend Father's Day with me. I really want this to work, Jesse." Slowly, Jesse turned his head to look at his dad. Part of him wanted to say "Never! Why would I do that?" But the other part of him won.
"Gives me something to live for." He said with a small smile, causing Dane to smile as well. Their peaceful moment was rudely interrupted by the men charging back into the warehouse. Paying no attention to Jesse and Dane, they started gathering the supplies.
"Hurry!" George screamed. "We've got less than 15 minutes! Move!" Jesse and Dane exchanged a worried glance.
"What about them?" One of the men asked, pointing to Jesse and Dane. George paused.
"Leave them." He said with a sinister smirk. "Lets go people!" George yelled again, his expression changing quickly. In a matter of minutes, the entire place had cleared out, leaving Dane and Jesse trapped in the dark.
Jesse's mind was running. How were they going to get out of this mess? What if they didn't get out in time? How long would it take for Mark and everyone to find out? Did they know where he was? Then, for some reason, a scene from Indiana Jones popped into his mind amidst the chaos. It was where Indiana Jones and his father were trapped in a burning building, both of them tied to chairs. Indiana Jones had scooted his chair over to his father's and untied his roped hands. It's worth a shot, Jesse thought. He started hopping over to his dad.
"Jesse? Jesse, what are you doing?" Dane asked his son.
"Hold on, dad," Jesse said. He had finally positioned his chair so that he could reach his father's hands with his own. He then began to untie the knots. Dane couldn't help but smile with pride for his son. Within a matter of moments, his hands were free.
"Couldn't have done it better myself!" Dane said, beginning to untie his feet. Once he had done that, he untied his son's hands and feet, since Jesse couldn't lean forward properly because of his arm.
"Lets get out of here," Jesse said after his feet were freed. "We don't have much time left." Dane nodded in agreement, even though Jesse couldn't see him. Together, they felt their way to a wall. Without the lights, they had to trust their sense of touch. Slowly, they made their way to one corner.
"Dad?" Jesse asked into the darkness.
"Yes?"
"Why were you driving a semi?" Once Jesse had time to reflect on the oddity of his father, the CIA agent, driving a semi, he had been wondering about the answer.
"I thought you would ask that." Dane said with a chuckle. "We got a lead in late November about a semi driver taking Mexicans over the boarder illegally. So, I was put undercover as a semi driver to find out who it was. The night there was going to be another boarder crossing, I hit George's fiancé. Actually, she hit me. Came clear over to the other side of the road. I didn't have time to stick around for an ambulance, so I hitched a ride to headquarters."
"You left?" Jesse asked.
"I had no choice!" Dane exclaimed, trying to defend himself. "George found out that it was me towards the end of April, and lured me here. Been here ever since." Both men fell silent after that.
Soon, they both turned with the wall at a corner, and repeated the process in silence. Well, it was silent until Jesse bumped into a table corner.
"Whoa," Jesse said, startled. "I really wish there was some light in here!" Frustrated at his clumsiness, Jesse moved on, praying the door was close. As he inched closer, he could smell smoke. He stopped, causing Dane to run into him and his sore arm, making Jesse inhale sharply.
"Sorry." Dane said quickly. He paused. "Why did you stop?"
"Do you smell it?" Jesse asked, pushing the pain aside.
"Smoke," Dane responded. "We must be close." Jesse started walking again. After a while, the smell got stronger, and the wall started to feel warm. Although both men said nothing, they were thinking the same thing. The wildfire was closer than they thought. If the door was on this wall, which they were almost sure it was, then it was likely that the fire already raged on the other side. It wasn't long until the wall became unbearably hot to touch.
"How are we supposed to find the door now?" Jesse asked. He could hear his father sigh.
"I don't know." He replied. There must be something… "Wait," Dane said after a pause. He dropped to his hands and knees and began searching. It wasn't long until he found a table. He roughly pushed it over, dumping the contents onto the floor. With one foot on the underside of the table, he broke off a table leg and handed it to Jesse. He then broke another one off for himself.
"Dad?" Jesse questioned.
"Most warehouse doors are made of steal. If we hit the wall with the table legs, we can judge where the door is!" Dane explained.
"The steal will make a different sound than the concrete." Jesse finished. They then began to hit the wall with firm strokes. Thump… Thump… Thump… Ting.
"I think I found it." Jesse said quietly. He slowly searched with the table leg for the handle. When he found it, he slowly began to push down on it until it wouldn't go down farther. Taking a deep breath, he eased the door open to reveal the raging fire just feet from the door. As Jesse roughly pushed the door the rest of the way open, his father stood behind him.
"We better get going if we want to beat the fire." Dane said, starting to step out. He was abruptly stopped when shots flew through the air, and hit him in the chest.
**********
Ooooh! lol Little bit of a cliffy there! ^_^ Sorry about that. Hopefully I'll update soon so you won't have to worry about what happens next! ^_^ Please review and tell me what you thought about this chapter! ^_^