Hey! It's me! Finished drafting this chapter, and hopefully its okay. It's a bit longer than I had intended coz I added a song at the end. Dunno if you've heard it before: Goo Goo Dolls - 'Iris'. I saw the video for it on the Magic music channel. It's the theme song for that movie with Nicholas Cage and Meg Ryan when he's an angel and he falls in love...don't remember the name, but it looks alright!

I thought the lyrics were coming from John's POV when all he wants to do is prove to Jane how much he cares for her and how all he wants to do is show himself to her. (No, not that way you dirty people! I mean his inner self!!! God...) Anyway, that's what it seemed like to me - hope ya like!

The Ground Beneath Her Feet

Chapter 4

Standing at one end of the small alleyway John saw four men in dark outfits positioned around the slender body of a deathly still woman lying with her back towards him. Her flaming red hair splayed over her features gave John all the facts he needed to know.

Emitting a low growl from the base of his throat he ran at the group. He didn't know what animalistic force drove him towards them, but anyone who dared lay a finger on Jane wouldn't live to see another sun set.

Two of the men saw John coming towards them and instinctively turned to face him, leaving the remaining two to pick up the woman's limp body and begin to drag her towards the dark van blocking the other entrance to the enclosed ally. The men John was heading for reached behind their backs and drew handguns from their holsters, ready to pump John's body full of lead slugs any second. However, what they hadn't counted on was how fast John was rushing towards them. The impending thought that Jane might be hurt, even...he couldn't even think it.

He may have been late to the scene, but he wasn't going to let the filth that hurt her get away.

He was not that forgiving.

By the time they had finally taken aim at his chest, John was already in front of them. Grabbing the guy on the left's gun, he yanked it free of his grip and cast it aside. Violently he raised his arm and hit the man in the base of his chin, forcing him to do a backflip in the air before crashing to the ground in front of John's feet.

Sensing the guy to the right still behind him, aiming the gun at his back, John ducked low to the ground and swept his legs out from under him in one swift kick.

Stopping halfway to the van the remaining two men in dark suits turned back to the fight ensuing behind them. Seeing that their comrades needed help they propped Jane's body against the side of the alleyway wall and charged at John as he finished off the others. The slightly taller of the two coming at his turned back rugby tackled John in the side, knocking the wind out of him; yet, he managed to turn this to his advantage. As he was rammed into the alley wall John elbowed the tall guy in the back near his neck. Once the guy had staggered backwards a few steps John then grabbed his arm and swung him into the wall he'd been pressed against not a second before. The guy fell to the floor, unconscious and would undoubtedly wake up with a huge headache later.

Looking around warily, John's eyes searched for the last man, never noticing him sneak up behind him. The man in black wrapped his beefy arms around John's chest from behind, squeezing him tightly and making it hard for him to escape.

Flinging his head backwards it collided with the guy's nose, making a sickly cracking sound that pleased John's ears. Now the guy was off balance, John took his chance. Kicking off from the wall he used the other man's momentum to shove him into the opposite wall. Instantly releasing him, the guy sank to the floor, groaning pitifully.

Catching his breath, John turned to see the two men that weren't knocked out stumbling to their feet. Rage increasing in him, John began to walk towards the men, his expression full of resolve as he prepared himself for more action.

'Freeze!'

Whipping round in surprise John's eyes focused on the familiar and welcoming sight of Jane. Anger blazing brightly in her eyes like wildfire she aimed her gun at the men edging forward to John's positioned. He looked as if he'd never been gladder to see her in his life.

Looking at eachother as if considering their options the men ran out of ideas and sprinted to the van still parked at the other entrance. Ignoring the woman slouched against the damp wall they leapt inside just as the van screeched away noisily into the busy New York traffic.

Jogging up to him and replacing her gun in it's holster at the base of her back, Jane scanned her eyes over him worriedly,' John, are you alright? You aren't hurt are you?'

'Jane?' John whispered in confusion and relief. He could feel his eyes begin to brim with tears, but didn't seem to care.

'Yeah?' she replied wide-eyed as he looked at her in the most unusual way.

'I thought...' he muttered looking down to the woman lying against the wall, feeling his fears fade at the fact that the woman over there was not Jane.

Following his eyes Jane saw her there, long auburn hair similar to her own covering her face. From the looks of it she was a cop too. 'You thought it was me'.

Looking closer at the strange woman, John could now see the distinct differences between her and Jane. Her outfit, although similar, was not the one Jane wore today. She seemed at least a few inches shorter, her hair reached down to the middle of her back, and only now did John notice her scent. One of fruit mixed with smoke. This was definitely not Jane.

How could he have been so wrong and mistaken another woman for the one he could track across an entire city if he had to?

Returning her gaze to John she gave him a sympathetic smile, then took a step closer and rubbed his arm. Looking down at her in his own John way he didn't need words to explain what he was thinking. Appreciating her attempt to assure him that she was here with him, he gazed into her deeply for a moment. How would he have been able to survive if it had been Jane lying there?

A loud siren emanating from a fire truck broke the mood as the couple jumped back to their current position. Walking over to the woman, John gently adjusted her head so that it no longer hung against her shoulder, then brushed away locks of her hair that remained over her face and exposing her features to Jane.

Staring down at her familiar's face again, Jane thought aloud,' Oh God, they were right'.

'Who?' John asked, recovering his calm composure.

'Uh -', turning to face John she saw his concern for her still fresh on his face,'...uh, no one', she lied.

'Jane, I see it in your eyes. Who?'

Gasping, she realised how easily John could read her whether she lied to him or not. He knew her too well and Jane wasn't even sure why she hadn't told John already.

'Ah, Sam...and my boss...they think someone's after me,' Jane said lowering her eyes.' They don't know exactly where I am, they only know that I'm a cop in New York, mid twenties, long red hair, and my initials are J.P. There can't be many people who fit that description in this city, so they're bound to find me soon. That's if there even is anyone after me!'

'Jane, why do -'

'Ugh...'

Both looking down to the red head on the ground, she began to rub her head and groan loudly.

'Keep still, I'm a police officer', Jane assured her.

'Yeah, me too...what happened? I feel like I got hit by a bus...' she moaned as she opened her eyes to see John and Jane staring down at her.

'We were going to ask you the same thing', Jane stated holding her hand out for her to grasp. The woman did so and before she could stand for long she began to feel her balance waver. Luckily John caught her and stood her upright again. No wonder he'd gotten them confused - it was like looking in a mirror.

'I'm calling for backup,' Jane said, puling out her mobile. Punching in the required numbers needed to contact the station, she told them roughly where they were and about the two unconscious men next to her. Thanking them she then slid the phone back into her jacket and looked to John.

His normally calm and passive eyes focused only on her, studying her form as if it was the last time he would see her again.

Standing close to him she placed her hand against his toned upper arm, then sliding it down she took his larger sculpted hand in her own. Jane smiled yet another sensitive smile at him. They stood there only moments in their own worlds before the first distant wailing sounds of the incoming sirens could be heard, notifying all that Jane's backup was almost here.

'You gotta go'.

John gave his head an understanding nod before deliberately taking his time drawing his eyes away from her. Only when his arm was outstretched to her did he let his grip loosen and his gentle fingers slip away from their haven. Taking one last long look at her and the woman John paused briefly and then padded away to the next fire escape, making his retreat up the building.

Releasing a breath Jane never knew she'd been holding she looked to the woman beside her, still watching in awe as John left. Her eyes shone with amazement and it took her a moment to register Jane's gaze upon her.

'Who was that?'

'He's a friend,' Jane muttered looking to the alley entrance. Several squad cars pulled up at the opening, tyres, sirens and radios fighting to be louder than eachother.

'He's hot!' the red head cried looking to Jane as they both began to head towards several cops in uniform. Jane couldn't resist but giggle at her remark, noticing how understated her comment was.

Having given up on her paperwork later that evening, Jane said her goodnights and began to head home. The cool night air was refreshing after being locked up in the station for most of the day. The new case they'd been slaving over had gotten them nowhere. All the research they had done, the interrogations of the two men caught kidnapping the female cop - it had all been a gigantic waste of police time. No - one had said for certain these men were after Jane in particular. She could just be another look alike for all she knew, but somehow, she didn't believe it. These men were after her and she had absolutely no idea why.

Arriving outside her door Jane pushed her key into place and after hearing a satisfying click she pushed the painted door forwards into the cool atmosphere of her apartment.

'Nik? You here?' Jane called, closing the door and flicking on the kitchen light beside her. When no answer came, Jane looked around the room for any sign as to where her sister could be. It was normal for Nikki to do so, so Jane wasn't surprised when she saw a piece of paper stuck loosely to the fridge. Entering the kitchen Jane set down her keys on the counter and began to remove her jacket. Tossing the material onto one of the chairs nearby she peeled off the note and scanned it over:

'Hey Jane,

Gone to stay over at Darcy's. Think she's finally forgiven me. Back in a few says, hope you don't mind. See you soon,

Nikki

PS: Say hi to John for me. He's bound to come round there some time!

Chuckling at her sister's honest and outlandish attitude Jane stepped away and headed towards her room. Upon entering, the cold chill inside making her shiver involuntarily, Jane unloaded her gun in the usual fashion and placed her badge on the chest of drawers carefully. Now, all she wanted to do was eat something hot, have a shower and curl up in bed. This day had been too much for her - her friends assuming someone was after her, actually finding some proof that somebody was after her and...

John.

He had been the only highlight of her day. She had finally opened up to him, finally allowed him to kiss her after all this time, and it had been worth it.

As Jane began to remember it all, the images and the feelings rushing back to her so fast it made her dizzy, she closed her eyes, feeling every bad moment die and begin to fade away.

She remembered seeing him next to her as she woke, how he'd touched her so tenderly when Nikki had come in though knowing he shouldn't have, how he'd walked her to work in such a kind gesture, how he'd been overwhelmed with emotions knowing that she wasn't hurt...it was all too much.

A soft thud alerted Jane to the open window behind her, making her heart leap into her mouth in fright. Her eyes whipped open as she jumped around, already anticipating who it was.

'John, please. Stop doing that', she smiled at his lop sided grin as he crouched there on her windowsill in all his glory. Dirty blonde locks tousled and messy from the night air, pants and shirt ripped in places baring tanned skin and muscles. Jane didn't notice her gaze wander even as he took a step towards her. Raising his hand he gently trailed his fingers down her cheek and letting them rest at the base of her throat, forcing her eyes back to his kindly face. His stare bore into her as it always did, making all other insignificant thoughts flee her mind. But suprisingly one remained, nagging at her brain.

'John, you didn't seem too happy this afternoon after we rescued that woman. Are you okay?'

His eyes took on a more serious tone as he thought back to earlier that day. Seeing his throat constrict slightly, Jane knew it must have been hard for him to speak to her about what was upsetting him.

'The woman, she looked like you. She was hurt,' John confessed releasing a deep sigh,' I thought you were lost.'

Seeing the emotions rebuilding inside John's eyes, Jane raised her hand towards his face. Tucking a strand of loose hair behind his ear she gently cradled his face and whispered softly to him,' I'm not lost. I'm right here John'. Giving him an affectionate smile Jane watched John curiously as he leant his face into her palm, the smooth stubble of his chin tickling her fingers as he brushed his lips across her skin.

And I'd give up forever to touch you

Cause I know that you feel me somehow

You're the closest to heaven I'll ever be

And I don't want to go home right now

Pressing his forehead against hers, John closed his eyes to the world around him. Jane was safe. She wasn't hurt. She was standing here with him now with no ideas of running away. So why did he get the sickly feeling that something wasn't right?

Raising his hand to her head he felt it rest against the smooth curve of her neck, warmed by Jane's fiery tresses.

And all I can taste is this moment

And all I can breathe is your life

Cause sooner or later it's over

I just don't want to miss you tonight

His breath tickled her face. Brushing her lips over his ones, Jane teased John with her closeness to him. Re - opening his eyes she saw the flame burning brightly inside of them. Lust for him began to overwhelm her senses and she began to find it hard to stay in control of herself as John inched even closer to her.

'John, I...'

And I don't want the world to see me

Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

A sudden rapping at the front door made both of them jump. Confusion clouding Jane's eyes she looked up to John who was staring intently at her.

'I better get that', Jane sighed releasing her grip of John's face.

As she stepped away from him and began to head for the door John took hold of her hand, drawing her dark eyes back to his face once more.

'Stay with me'.

Even though Jane distantly acknowledged another knock at the door, she was frozen in her tracks by his words.

Raising her hand to his mouth, he pressed his lips to her skin softly and whispered,' Please'.

The adoration in his eyes threatened to keep her there, but hearing another frantic bang on the door she shook her head as though waking from a dream.

'I'll be right back, okay. I promise'.

Slipping her hand out from his reluctantly Jane took a last look at him before walking to the door. Looking disappointedly down at his feet John felt his sensitive ears pick up a creaking floorboard outside the door groaning loudly as several people shifted their weight in anticipation.

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming

Or the moment of truth in your lies

When everything feels like the movies

Yeah, you'd bleed just to know you're alive

The next few events moved painfully slow as John suddenly realised what was going on. Catching the edge of a scent coming from behind the door, he sensed hostility and pain coming from it. Gradually opening the door, Jane never even knew that the scent was growing stronger.

'Jane!' he called making her turn to face him. Taking this opportunity, the man closest to the door grabbed Jane's slender form, roughly holding her still as another placed a dampened rag over her mouth and nose. Attempting to call John's name through the material, Jane's eyes widened in fear. Instantly John moved, tearing towards her from the other room, primal anger searing through his veins.

And I don't want the world to see me

Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

Breathing in sharply, chemicals soaked into the cloth began to make Jane's world spin. Losing focus on John's angered eyes, she blacked out and fell into another man's arms. John watched in shocked slow motion as the red head was carried out of the apartment, several men in black replacing her. Rushing him, John reacted within a second, determinedly throwing them away in all directions, ignoring the crashing of bodies against furniture and other ornaments.

He needed to get Jane back.

And I don't want the world to see me

Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

Once all the men were strewn across the apartment floor did John run out the door and sprinted round the corner. He'd never been this way before, instead preferring to use the open window in Jane's room.

Jane.

Striding forward John came face to face with several more men. They came at him, but flew out of his way seconds later. Nothing could stop him now. Clenching his teeth in anger he spun round to see only one man left holding a large gun - John had seen these before. They weren't the sort that left metallic slugs stuck in your fragile body, they were the type that were dart like, containing a special chemical to make you fall to the ground as if you were asleep.

As John came towards him resolutely and exhaling loudly he felt two sharp stings in his chest. Ignoring the darts embedded in his skin John never broke stride as he finally reached the man, ripping the gun from his grip and throwing it aside. Then in one swift movement lifted him clean off the ground and threw him into the far wall.

And I don't want the world to see me

Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

Spotting a window at the end of the hall John ran straight at it. Crawling out as fast as he could he descended the building and landed firmly on his feet at the back of the block of flats in a dingy back alleyway. Searching around anxiously for any sign of Jane, a dark van exactly the same as the one earlier today pulled away from the curb. The people inside obviously didn't want to waste time waiting for their accomplices.

I just want you to know who I am

John sped after them, leg muscles pumping the fastest they had ever gone, arms ripping through the air. He chased them down the alley and onto another silent back road.

I just want you to know who I am

The drug was beginning to take effect on him. John could feel it - he began to lose speed, felt his balance waver and his eyes lose focus on the van. Stumbling, John fell to his knees, unable to stand any longer.

I just want you to know who I am

Though he tried to get up the world surrounding him was darkening. Soon it was hard for John to see, and as the dark van zoomed away from his reach, only one thought lingered: 'Jane', John muttered sadly before the darkness washed over him and his body slumped to ground.

End of Chapter 4

Well? Dunno how that got to be so long, it took forever to write! Do you think it worked with the lyrics throughout the last half or should I have left it to just the scene with Jane and John? (Cries hysterically) HELP ME!!!

Thankyou, will be back soon hopefully! Till then.