HEELLOOOOOOOO!!!!! I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry for the long delay! It wasn't intentional I promise - I lost my muse in the holidays and still haven't got her back yet so this chap may be a bit pants....The other main problems were large amounts of coursework (especially in English - did anyone notice that?) then I decided to focus on my art for a while....if anyone's interested I have a few posted on (they wouldn't let me put my best one up though!!!!!! Noooooooo!!!!). My final fantasy stories are there too! Just search for False Hope there and you should find me

Anyway, back to the story! If you have forgotten what has happened so far you may want to reread the previous chapters, but basically John came to rescue Jane and has just been taken away from her....it's a very emotional moment for them both as they both think they will never see eachother again.

Chapter 8

Jane's heart felt like it had been ripped out of her chest and cast into the icy rain, leaving a gaping hole in her being that only John could fill. Just by watching his reluctance to fight and her inability to save him made her regret so many things. Times when she had pushed him away out of embarrassment, fear...love. The times she had spent shouting at him because of his naiveté to this new world he'd been thrown into. The time she had almost let him completely leave her life when he'd gotten on that plane. There were so many things...

Why did it have to be this way? Why couldn't these people see the beauty that she saw? Was it so impossible to realise that John was another human being and that he should also be treated as one? Not sedated, caged and hunted like some wild animal?

Then Jane had to remind herself that John had spent the better part of his life amongst the closest things he could call family and had known no other way to grow than to act just like them.

Like an animal.

But he had shown her his human and compassionate side, one that knew only love and a deep desire to protect her.

Her hand still pressed against the cold re - enforced glass, Jane didn't hide the tears spilling down her cheeks, each a memory of their brief time together in a cruel world both were trying to survive in. Pulling her legs close to her chest she buried her head in her arms and allowed her pain to consume her whole.

She would never see John again.

Freely letting the men carry him away John's mind only focused on Jane and her expression of complete sadness that would be the last he'd ever see again. Her cheeks moist with salty tears and flushed with heat, her eyes filled with silent emotion, helpless to save him. It was all too painful to picture.

Eventually the several men dragging his soaked body down the corridor and into another large room paused, turning towards a tall man with short, dark hair and a prominent jaw that resembled Michael Foster; the man who John had been unable to prevent falling to his death what seemed years ago. Remembering this brought a wave of remorse and jealously to John's mind, but nothing could make John feel any guiltier than he already was.

The image burnt into his mind reflected his similar emotions forming in his soul. How could people do this to them? Jane didn't deserve this to happen to her. If it hadn't been for him she would never have gotten captured, would never have lost her fiancée.

Would never have begun to love him.

"Hello there Mr. Clayton. And how are we today?" the man smiled at John, his light - hearted tone deceiving his intentions completely as John could already guess. Merely glancing up at him threateningly John noticed the man only smirk more as if his faint resistance was an amusing joke. "Come, things can't be that bad...or can they?"

Warily edging closer to his captive Winters looked him over with menacing glee, revelling in John's misery. "Let's see; you've been taken hostage by my circle of bloodhounds, no - one knows you are gone and the woman you seem to care so much about is here too with no - one to rescue her"

Listening to Winters even dare speak about Jane had been the last straw for John. Rearing up he sent the men holding him flying in all directions. A mask of pure hatred and anger covering his face, he leapt at Winters, ready to pull him apart with his bare hands if he had to only to come face to face with the man's handgun. Aimed squarely at his forehead Winter's finger hovered over the trigger, but John didn't seem to care. He would die before he let anything happen to Jane again.

"Calm down now, or Ms. Porter may find herself coming to an unfortunate end. I promise you", Winters whispered to John. Hearing this echoing in his head, John knew he would be unable to live if anything bad happened to Jane. There was no point in surviving this if he was never going to hear her soothing voice, see her beautiful face, feel her caressing touch again. She was everything to him.

Standing straight as he stepped back John allowed the vicious men behind him to once again take him roughly by the arms and drag him back against the wall. Shoving him down to his knees harshly they bent him forward against the floor and slapped a pair of handcuffs around his wrists and binding his hands behind his back. Staring up at Winters he watched as the man bent down to meet him, face to face, gun still clutched tightly in his hand.

"Your Uncle should be arriving soon to pick you up Mr. Clayton. If you stay where you are and don't put up any resistance I may just consider sparing your precious Ms. Porter's life. Do I make myself clear?" Even though he noted the anger continuing to boil in John's eyes he stayed where he was.

Glaring into Winter's eyes as if heat would fire from them John muttered, "you talk too much".

For the first time since meeting this man John noticed he had stopped smiling. Standing up he turned to face away from his captive, straightening the folds in his jacket as he did so. Nodding to his men over his shoulder, John felt himself roughly pulled to his feet and held still in front of Winters once more. Turning around again, Winters had regained his composure once more as he stared at John's flaming eyes.

"It's a shame we may get a lower price for damaged goods", was all the military man said before his fist flew at John, landing squarely in his jaw and knocking his head sideways.

This was only the first punch.

Many more were to come, John could tell.

Speeding down the motorway in Sam's sleek car, Kathleen sat shotgun, searching amongst the trees outside of New York City for any sign of the old abandoned warehouse she thought Richard to be heading for. Sam was driving but also eagerly searching his surroundings for any clues as to where Jane, John and Winters could be.

"You're sure it's here?" Sam queried aloud, quickly returning his gaze back to the road briefly before peering off into the distance once more.

"I'm positive. It's so remote it has to be the right pla - THERE!" Kathleen jumped as an opening in the dense trees at the side of the road revealed a large building almost completely hidden amongst the brush. Jabbing her finger in the direction of the warehouse the car had just passed she warily watched Sam as he checked the road ahead for traffic. The before she could compromise the dark car swerved sharply into the opposite lane, driving back the way it had came as a screeching noise and the burnt smell of rubber scared off many birds placidly nestled in the treetops. Pulling into the grounds Sam quickly parked and shoved open door and stepped out into the freezing rain. Grabbing his gun out of the holster on his belt he watched as several police vans pulled up after them, 40 odd cops tumbling out the backs of the machines.

Reaching into his car once more Sam found a second handgun hidden in the glove compartment. Retrieving it he handed it to Kathleen and whispered, "Here, you may need this".

Staring down at the weapon held before her she nodded and took it from Sam, removing the safety catch and checking the amount of remaining bullets expertly despite the pouring rain. "I'm ready".

Looking slightly amused Sam returned his focus back to the reason they were all here. Jane, John and Winters.

"Okay listen up! Johnson, Reid, Lee, you're with me. Team 2: spread out to the back of the complex and search for some dogs. Team 3: cover the exits and make sure no - one can get out. Team 4: get inside the building and arrest all the other members. Understood?" Satisfied with their soaking and shivering nods Sam then turned to Kathleen who stood beside him. "The aim is to get as many of the Bloodhounds as possible and rescue Porter. Do not fire unless provoked. I repeat do NOT open fire. Now go!" Sam cried before raising his handgun and flashlight up in front of him. Waiting for the three cops and Kathleen to catch up to him he signalled for everyone to move.

They were finally going to end this thing.

Once they'd made it safely inside the complex Sam stared around the main room at the many bodies lying across the floor. Shattered glass, rubble and a large hole in the roof suggested that some kind of brawl had occurred here not that long ago. And from the way it looked Sam could think of only one person who could have been responsible for it.

"Uh - oh", Sam muttered as he continued to look around the room. Spotting a small hallway not far away, Sam indicated for the three cops to continue searching the room for semi - conscious people. Turning to Kathleen he pointed out their destination with his flashlight he waited for her to follow.

Stepping across the many bodies covering the floor, Sam led the way over to the door. Slowly turning the handle he prepared himself for what was to come next. Leaping into the passageway he was surprised to see nothing but his shadow as the light behind him reflected against a large pane of glass.

"Sam?"

"Sam?" Jane called warily as she saw the familiar shadow looming above her.

"Jane!"

Leaping to her feet Jane ignored the tears still pouring down her cheeks and leant against the glass. Pressing her palms against the invisible wall she peered out to see her partner and Kathleen standing in the doorway.

"Thank God, Sam!" she cried to him.

Running towards her, Sam sighed with relief and unexpressed worry, "Jane, are you okay? Are you hurt?" Pausing to check her over he noticed the expression of utter sadness covering her face, "why are you crying?"

Looking down at her feet Jane collected her thoughts and muttered barely audibly to her rescuers one word, "John"

At the mention of her nephew's name Kathleen leapt forward, "what happened? Where is he? Is he alright?" Eager for answers she stared intently at the red head whose dark eyes reflected the pain and regret she felt consuming her.

"He came...to rescue me, and they...they took him. I don't know where...but...I just, I couldn't do anything to save him..." Jane cried, feeling even guiltier with every word she spoke.

"Jane", Kathleen urged her, "what happened to John?"

Blinking back more tears Jane took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Looking the older woman directly in the eyes she muttered, "he's been taken by Winters so Richard can take him". Glancing down at her watch helplessly as the few remaining seconds of the hour ticked by, Jane returned her eyes back to Kathleen even as it the finality of it all dawned on her.

"Now".

"No", Kathleen whispered, "it can't be true. Not after all we've done can we lose him now." Determined to find her nephew she began pounding on the glass caging Jane from them.

"It's too late. He's already gone - there's nothing more we can do to save him!" Jane cried frustratedly.

"No, there has to be a way. We will get him back".

"Kathleen! Are you even listening to me? John is gone! Don't you think he already tried this? He risked getting caught anyway just so he could try to help me...if he couldn't get me out, how can you?" Jane cried even louder, pulling at her long hair, ignoring the sympathising looks on both Sam and Kathleen's faces.

Watching silently from the side Sam could see the weight of what had happened between John and herself weighing heavily on her soul. She was blaming herself for her capture, her helplessness, her failure to help the one person she cared for most. It was tearing her apart inside.

"Stand back", He warned as he raised his gun to the glass, determined to help Jane as her friend and partner.

"Sam, there's no point! Just leave me!"

"No Jane! There's time. My men have the place surrounded. There's no way for anyone to get in or out. We still have a chance to get to John," Sam pleaded with Jane who had stopped to look at him. Her dark eyes wide with despair, she weighed the possibilities out in her mind.

If Sam did have the building blocked, then John and Winters may still be in the building, and Richard would still be outside waiting.

"There's still hope", Sam whispered.

Slowly Jane began to regain control of her weakened state, wiping the salty tears John had been unable to feel away and stepped back. Turning her back against the glass she prayed to anyone who would listen that she would have this one chance to help John.

Closing his eyes Sam squeezed the trigger hard, sensing the bullet penetrate the glass, making it shatter into a mess on the floor.

Without hesitation Jane ran out of her prison and down the hall. Rushing as fast as her legs could take her she forgot about Sam and Kathleen even as they called her name and focused only on John.

She was going to find him.

She was going to save him.

She was going to love him another day.

End of Chapter 8

YEYYEYYEYYEYYEYYEY!!!!!!!!!!! I did it! I did it! I did it!

Wow...calm down dude...!!! What's gonna happen? Will John be there when Jane gets there? Will Richard get his way and will Winters get away with whatever he's doing?????? Big questions, I know...but to find out you'll just have to wait until the next chappie! ;-) Sorry!

Will try to update the last chapter soon! Yep, you heard me! LAST CHAPTER!!!!! OMG!!!!

Cya soon!