A/N: Hey my people! I'm so psyched for the new season of I.S., but I was seriously disappointed in the lack of T/J action. Oh well, I guess there'll be more in the upcoming episodes…maybe…hopefully? I hope you all enjoy this chapter and thanks for all your kind reviews. I love the content of this chapter and the next, and I hope you guys love them too. I'm really proud of how this fic is coming along. I look forward to seeing your reviews!

Chapter 4

June 22, 2008

Jude was in the studio, trying to work on one of her songs. Tommy and Kwest had been pulled from the room to help with another artist. She was alone for the first time in a week and she felt cold and vulnerable.

Stop it Jude, She told herself. You're fine, you're safe…nothing's going to happen here. She chanted in her mind and her pencil she was using to write lyrics began to shake against the paper. Jude stared at her hand for a long moment and threw the pencil across the room in a moment of anger. She curled up in the chair and placed her head in her hands.

She heard a cell phone ringing and she leaped out of her seat and glanced around wildly, looking for any sign of another person in the room when she realized the ringer was her own. Feeling stupid, she pulled her phone out of Tommy's coat pocket, which was draped on the back of his chair, and glanced at the screen. She didn't recognize the number and thought for a moment, to let the voice mail get it, but she answered it anyway.

"Hello?" She answered into the phone. Soft breathing greeted her on the other end and Jude felt her blood run cold. "H-hello?" She asked again, trying to keep her fear out of her voice.

"Jude…I've missed you," An all too familiar voice said. Jude nearly leaped out of her skin and dropped the phone. Her face turned white and she backed away from it like it was a snake. She backed into a wall and collapsed to her knees, letting a soft sob out as she fell. She stared at the phone, fear in her eyes and she couldn't control the shaking, the crying. Memories of the voice flooded her vulnerable mind and she found herself clawing at her hair, trying to rid herself of the memories of that night almost a year ago, but her effort was in vain.

Jude heard the studio door open, and she curled further into the wall, as if she could become part of it and not be seen by any outsiders.

"Jude," A soft, comforting voice said. She didn't look up and buried her head in her hands, afraid of who might be standing there. She heard the footsteps move cautiously towards her and she curled herself up more and felt tears come down her face in rivers. She couldn't hold back her sob and the footsteps stopped. She could feel someone's presence by her, and it was soothing, relaxing, but she wouldn't delude herself into believing she was safe. She wasn't safe; not while Mark Snow was out on the loose. A tentative hand touched her shoulder and she tried to back away, but she couldn't. She was pressed as tightly against the wall as possible.

"Jude, honey, what happened?" A voice asked, and the hand ran comfortingly down her back in soothing strokes. Jude felt herself relax and she opened her eyes, cautiously, to see Tommy's worried eyes staring into hers. Jude stared at him a moment and launched herself into his arms and buried her face into his chest. Tommy's arms circled around her and he held her while she tried to get control of herself. She was shaking uncontrollably and was an emotional mess. Tommy had only seen her like this once…and he stiffened as he realized what must have happened. Tommy stroked her hair and murmured words of comfort to her, while berating himself for not seeing it coming. Of course he would terrorize her; of course he would call her…and he hadn't seen it coming.

"Hey," Another voice said. Tommy turned his head to see Kwest holding up Jude's cell. "Whoever it was, they hung up." Tommy couldn't hold back the growl that rose from his throat.

"We know who it was." He said, stroking Jude's hair once again and kissing the top of her head. Jude's shaking had subsided slightly, and her sobs had stopped. Tommy felt his jaw clench and he promised himself he would make Mark Snow pay for what he did to Jude, has done to her. He single handedly questioned her safety just by a phone call. Tommy knew if he ever came face-to-face with the man again…he wasn't going to hold back. Mark Snow was going to pay and he was going to make sure of it.